You stretch yourself to learn new things on a deadline, you try to be honest and fair, and you put yourself out there in public. In return, there's a universe of jerks out there, eager to take potshots at you. Fucking feh. I know that "comments from the peanut gallery," as my mother would term them, come with the territory. And I know I'm being overly sensitive and defensive. I almost never respond personally to criticism, because it's rather bad form: It usually devolves into a pointless pissing match and makes me look and feel small. But lord, I've been tempted lately. And this is my blog, and I'll bitch if I want to.
It's probably because I'm researching another difficult review that's going to require me to own up to not knowing everything in the world. I'm already bracing for another dose of "You don't know everything, you even said so yourself! Well I do! Stupid, useless girl." Thanks for the feedback, man.
And then there's this retrograde crap, which got picked up by a Mac blog I read, and everyone seems to think it's not only hee-larious but reasonable and appropriate--and that all developers are men. What fucking decade (and century) is this?