I just read a post on popular tech blog Gizmodo that has me enraged. Seriously, I’m a pretty laid back girl and also really busy, so you know that I’m mad when I feel so passionate about a topic that I immediately drop everything I’m doing to write about it on Between My Sheets.
Without further commentary, I invite you to go read the post in question, which is located here. I’m not going to summarize it because there is just nothing I can say that will compare to the vile this blogger is spewing forth. Come back when you’re done. I’ll wait.
Back? Yeah, let’s talk about that post. I bet you have as much to say about it as I do. Please comment and let me know what you think.
First, before I even get into the absolute filth this chick is writing about her date, I want to address this:
“Earlier this month, I came home drunk and made an OKCupid profile. What the hell, I thought. I’m busy, I’m single, and everybody’s doing it. Sure, I’d heard some stories, but what was the worst that could happen?”
Dude, no you didn’t. That’s what everyone say because they’re slightly embarrassed to say that they’re giving online dating a try. “Haha, I was drunk! I would never resort to online dating when I’m sober!” Get a grip. Your decision to join OKCupid was the same reason any of us join it – we’re lonely and curious about who could be out there. Stop blaming that omg-super-awesome pink fruit-tini you had with your omg-super-awesome girlfriends while out at da club for your dating decisions.
Now that I have that off my chest, let’s just call a spade a spade. Or, as would be more appropriate, let’s just call a cunt a cunt. Alyssa Bereznak is a cunt.
Let me start by pointing out that she’s a writer for Gizmodo (a tech gadget blog) ranting about how horrible it is that she went out on a date with a nerd. Seriously? Pot? Kettle?
But I’ll by-pass the part where she essentially makes fun of the fact that her date, Jon, is a nerd. He totally is. I don’t even think he would deny that. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, so if you want to laugh at someone who has a passion about something in life, go right ahead. Free speech laws mean that you get to call him a nerd and I get to call you a cunt.
But then I read this:
“I later found out that Jon infiltrated his way into OKCupid dates with at least two other people I sort of know, including one of my co-workers. Mothers, warn your daughters!”
This makes it sound like Jon is sneaky and dishonest. What, because he didn’t list in his OKCupid profile that he has an interest in Magic: The Gathering? Seriously, get a grip. This guy did absolutely nothing wrong, based on your account of the date. Someone who is a football player can date someone who doesn’t love football because he has outside interests. Someone who loves slasher films can date someone who refuses to watch anything other than romantic comedies because has outside interests. Someone who loves geeky card games can date a girl who can “barely play Solitaire” because he has outside interests. You admit within your own post that you had “normal” conversations at the start of the date and online started talking about Magic at all because you mentioned that your brother is a gamer. In fact, you went out with him a second time. What is wrong with you? If playing Magic is honestly a deal-breaker for you, don’t go out with the guy again in order to gain fodder for a mean-spirited blog post you’re going to write.
“Maybe I’m shallow for not being able to see past Jon’s world title. I’ll own that. But there’s a larger point here: that judging people on shallow stuff is human nature…”
No, judging people on shallow stuff is your nature, Alyssa. Don’t try to lump the rest of us into your fucked up way of thinking.
Here’s the thing: When it comes to dating, we all have non-negotiable. I won’t date a guy old enough to be my father, even if he is otherwise perfect for me. I have a friend who won’t date a guy who is shorter than she is. You won’t date a guy who is into Magic. There’s nothing wrong with that, inherently. But that’s not judging other people. That’s judging yourself, admitting what you need in a relationship. The judgmental part is when you get online and rant about the other person like there’s something wrong with them. On a blog whose main audience is made up of nerds.
Seriously, I have no idea why the powers that be at Gizmodo would ever allow you to publish a post that attacks someone who is just like their target reader. That’s an argument for another day, though.
Next time, try being a fucking decent human being. For example, simply say, “Thank you for the dates, but I’m looking for someone who shares more of the same interests I do.” Hell, even write a blog post about the importance of finding out if you share interests before you go on a date.
That wasn’t what you wrote, even if you’re trying really hard to make it seem that way. Why didn’t you write that? Because the lack of common interests wasn’t the problem, was it? Because you don’t even know if you share interests. You found out about one of his interests and freaked out like he told you he likes to eat babies in his free time. You decided that you were better than him. Your post is about the important of finding out whether or not you’re better than the other person before you go on a date.
The answer is no, you are not. You think you are, but it is Jon who dodged the bullet here, not you. I don’t know Jon. I don’t even play Magic. But what I know is this: he took you out (twice!), even though he knew you didn’t play Magic because he knows there are more important things in life than a geeky card game. He was willing to get to know what makes you tick beyond what he could find with a silly Google search.
It wasn’t a match. No big deal. He moved on. You turned into a virtual bully. And someone has to stand up to you and say, “No, that’s not right.” I’m happy to be that person. Just because you’re hiding behind a computer screen doesn’t mean it is okay to be a jerk. Free speech might mean that you can voice your opinion online no matter how horrible it is, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t stand up and say that I wish bloggers online daters girls like you didn’t exist. Because I wish people like you didn’t exist. You give the rest of us a bad name.










