Love mail is great and all, especially when it goes into exquisite detail about all the ways that you rule, but hate mail can sometimes be even better. If you receive hate mail on a regular basis, you’ve truly made it.
Over the past few years, I’ve become a household name in something like a dozen houses. With this kind of staggering fame comes ancillary perks and burdens. Some are great, like meeting readers on the road and enjoying their hospitality and local expertise. Others, not-so-great, like being spammed with tourism industry press releases sent by PR firms sweetly suggesting that I deviate from trash talking members of the media and mocking whole countries with hilariously bad internet service and instead write about their new business class seats to South America.
Further to the not-so-great parts of being rabidly popular, I’ve got some unimaginable news that’s going to shake the very cores of your respective worlds. Indeed, you may be overcome with faint upon hearing this information, so I strongly advise you to put down your coffee, assume a wide stance and position a friend/co-worker/medical burro so they can break your fall should the worst occur. Ready? OK…
Not everyone thinks I’m a literary genius.
[Pause for administering smelling salts]
The pitiable character flaws of my non-fans notwithstanding, some people take it even further and hate me. And some of those people take it even further than that and waste perfectly good time writing poorly worded missives about how much they hate me and then sending them to me and sitting back waiting for the sweet, sweet validation that will occur when I answer, admitting that yes, they are completely right, I am wrong and a terrible person and the quality of my upbringing and education is clearly to blame. Plus, I’m ugly.
There are really people like this.
It’s been a rocky road that I still drunkenly trip over once in a while, but I’ve managed to compile a simple, idiot-proof methodology for coping with hate mail that I will now share for the betterment of my travel writing colleagues should they ever attain the heights of fame that go with being ridiculed on the radio for two hours by The Hackensack Sister’s Breakfast Time Hack Show.
My fool-proof approach to hate mail has been proven time and again to be the quickest solution to dealing with angry readers and can be encapsulated in three simple words: laugh, delete, repeat.
No matter how much you want to be loved, never answer hate mail. I don’t care how openly wrong, narrow-minded, brain damaged and f*cked up they are, your reply will do no good. This is largely because anyone who has taken the time to send you hate mail has two, if not all three, of the following qualities:
1. Self-righteous
2. Pissed off
3. Batshit crazy
You could write the most diplomatic, rational, understanding and reality-fueled email in the history of the written word, but the fact is that one email isn’t going to cure their psychoses. It’s just not going to happen. Ever. So, don’t bother. If you try, not only will you be wasting your time, but nine times out of 10, you will only succeed in enraging your anti-fan even further, eliciting one or more follow-up hate mails to the tune of 2,000 words and maybe weeks of them spamming your blog’s comments section and sending you viruses in Word document attachments.
One time in a hundred you’ll get the sense that your hate mailer is actually reasonable and recognizes that people’s opinions differ and that they understand your views and that you’ll have to agree to disagree. Those people are batshit crazy too. Just because they’re high functioning batshit crazy doesn’t mean you should waste 20 minutes composing a reply, because it’ll probably get you nowhere and that person will never read your stuff again anyway, so screw ’em.
Now on occasion you’ll get that juicy, jaw-dropping, frame-worthy piece of hate mail that’s just so irresistible that you can’t help but act on it. I’m talking about the one where the sender is so batshit crazy and attention starved that you feel compelled to f*ck with them a little. Again, this isn’t worth 20 minutes of your time, but with only a little one-time preparation, you can be ready to quickly strike back at these people in a way that’ll make them descend into jabbering, irreversible madness. I’m talking about instant primal de-evolution here, bounding around their basement apartments, slapping their chests, grunting and throwing their own feces at their mothers.
There’s no greater torture in life for a hate mailer than the knowledge that their precious hate mail will never be read. If you simply ignore them, they can still cling to the hope that you read and absorbed their ravings, but if you can indirectly convince them that you never saw it… instantaneous, frenzied, veritable tornado of feces – followed by a localized brainstem explosion.
Here’s what you do… Doctor up one of those infuriating MAILER-DAEMON email rejection notices that you get whenever you try to email anyone in Barcelona tourism. Carefully change the words to something along the lines of the following:
“Hi. This is the qmail-send program at [insert appropriate domain name].
I’m afraid I wasn’t able to deliver your message to the following address.
It could be that the recipient doesn’t accept mail from your domain. Please try again from a different email account. Thank you.”
Then paste a bunch of that email robot jibba-jabba below it and the hate mailer’s original message below that. Then go in and quickly change the user name that appears on your emails (this is easily done if you use an email client like Outlook) to ‘MAILER-DAEMON’ – don’t forget to change it back when you’re done. Then send the message.
You’ll get anywhere from two to 17 follow-ups from the hate mailer, resending the message over and over from different accounts. Sometimes they’ll go through the trouble of creating whole new accounts, with a bonus fuming preface at the top of the message detailing how much time and effort went into sending you their hate mail. Always reply with the failure message above. When the messages stop coming, you can rest in the probable knowledge that the hate mailer has been forcibly institutionalized by local authorities and will be composing future hate mail with their tongue while strapped in a straitjacket.
That concludes this lesson on dealing with hate mail. Tune in next time for tips on how to avoid being cajoled into doing practically free work with the promise of a “small time investment” on your part and eventual monster exposure only to find yourself sitting there two years later, 15 hours of you time pissed away on the editor’s anal retentive edits and rewrites, bringing your earnings to about US$1.63 an hour and the shit still hasn’t been published.
[Photo credit: Jonno Witts]
*Gasp* That’s terrible! Who would hate you? And how do you respond to “Like-Mail”??
Here’s some now!
Dear Leif
I think you are clever, witty, and elegantly loquacious. Your posts, both here and in Twitter, brighten my day with laughter! In addition to your writing, your appearance is also more than slightly attractive. I must say I am very close to developing a “Leif Pettersen crush”!
Sincerely,
Me
Another very funny post, and another great solution to a widespread dilemma.
I greatly appreciate the note of approval, but seriously mom, you gotta stop commenting here.
Generally my rule is to not engage the crazies, but I did send off a response once to an enraged pro-lifer that just said, “Thank you for your email. What a coincidence! I am praying for your soul, too.”
Before these people piss you off too far, do they know you are a recently well-trained large-caliber handgun practitioner? (Next time try the Sig .40)
Clicking your blog post links to your other blog post links got me to an old question of yours regarding fly fishing expertise.
For an interesting slant on the subject check out http://singlebarbed.com (Warning – sometimes warped.)
I can totally relate to this…
I had one commenter tell me I was “stupid for suggesting people can travel” because you can go to flickr and see pictures of anywhere in the world. So what’s the point? I felt it was probably best that I didn’t mention that many of those pictures are taken by people who are in fact, traveling.
My all time favorite are the ones that write responses that are longer than the original post, and take dramatic leaps of logic– you say travel is good– they interpret you saying “No one should have kids, and people who do are idiots”. Then they proceed to cyber stalk you until you have to admit, that “yes, kids are wonderful, in fact I’m going to go make some right now. That’s how convincing you have been. Thank you. Now get off my front porch.”
PS I heart your blog. It’s refreshingly cranky.
You sir, are a genius.
Okay, maybe just sadistic.
But that was damn funny.
If you are recieving hate mail, it means you have reached super fame status. Take it as a compliment.
“Dear Sir,
Thank you for mail. If you took the time out to e-mail me, it must me I am pretty famous. Thanks for stroking my ego.
Leif”
Kaeti – If only I could be so brief and yet so biting. My bite is pretty wicked, but it takes 1,000 words to get it all out.
Frank – Sadly, Chile was the one and only time I’ve ever held a fly-fishing reel. I’m waiting for someone to invite me on another cruise ship for more of the same. No takers yet.
Christine – Funny you should mention that caliber of people, I’m heading out tomorrow to my 20 year high school reunion. Judging from what I know, I’ll be one of the six people (out of roughly 200) that is single, childless and doesn’t have lake property. I expect some people will find travel writing fascinating and the rest will just pity the sad, loveless, asset-free turn my life has taken.
Mark – Yes, I am a sadistic genius. Also, cranky and occasionally vengeful. I have the complete package to go into politics.
Matt – I’m gonna steal that.
*gasp!* No one can seriously hate you.
But hey, love you or hate you, either way you are on their mind.
awe… don’t fret. I like you and that’s all that matters.
Daemonic.
It’s said that H.L. Mencken would respond to the “hate mail” of his day with
“Dear Sir (or Madam),
You may be right.
Sincerely yours…”