Vulgar Visitor . . .

Gypsy Scholar: A Korean?

Somebody anonymous searching the internet for the online publishing phenomenon Amanda Hocking came across my blog yesterday, specifically, this entry: "Shocking Hocking: A Young Adult Story." Something about that particular post on Ms. Hocking's abrupt, stunning success as a writer set him off:

"You f**king Korean pr**ks. You mothers expect your KIDS to pay for your old age. YOU ENSLAVE YOUR F**KING KIDS! You should pay for your own old age. Do the right thing and don't take handouts."

As I rather dryly noted in response:

Someone imagines that I'm Korean . . . . I trust that readers can see why I deleted this 'comment' (and God only knows why it was posted to this blog entry).

The asterisks, of course, are my obscuring substitutes for the original, more 'obscene' letters. At first, I wondered why -- in the name of all that's holy and decent -- this vulgar fellow had reacted with such vicious, vulgar abuse, and why he had assumed that I was a Korean mother, but when I looked over my post again, I figured out what had triggered his wild overreaction, namely, the part where I comment about the fixation upon fan fiction that Amanda Hockings had during her teenage years, a portion of the New York Times article that Sa-Rah and I were reading aloud. As I noted:

My daughter stopped, blinked, and smiled. She also writes fan fiction . . . about the singers in the K-pop group Girls' Generation. I don't know if that sort of pop music writing would lead to popular writing, particularly since she writes her 'fan-fic' in Korean. If she's going to make millions for my old age, she'll need to write in English.

That's what the irascible fellow was overreacting to. He immediately typed an irate comment, without even bothering to check and see to whom he was directing his words, else he wouldn't have called me a "mother" (unless he meant something worse!), nor would he have called me a "Korean" (unless he considers that a general term of abuse!).

But he perhaps soon realized his mistake, for assuming that I found his footprints (location and IP address duly noted, sirrah) via my site meter, this fellow briefly checked my profile and surely discovered, from my name and biographical details, that I'm not Korean, after which he seems to have gotten the hell away from my blog, possibly a bit embarrassed.

I do wonder, however, if he dimly understands the seriousness of his irony-challenged condition.