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Ros Taylor's avatar

The irony of commenting on this piece… still, the number of comments is still pretty low 😉.

Your solution to the problem of deranged commenters is elegant but unfortunately commercially impracticable. When people comment they do not load a new page with new ad-consuming opportunities. But when they return to see how their comment has been received by others, they do. This is what drives the page views.

Consequently it becomes worthwhile to commission articles that many people simply cannot resist commenting on - such as the boomer one you mention. That’s the real source of the rot: the commercial imperative has infected the commissioning editor’s mindset. Rapid response, rather than reflection, is encouraged.

Perhaps this is obvious. But it was an unspoken but powerful motivation on the sites where I worked.

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Katie Lee's avatar

I was all ready to leave a comment about my friend who always reproaches me for reading the comments since they’re so often frustrating, stupid, or they kill the joy of the thing she shared with me, but then you mentioned the Telegraph blog and now I’m reliving my Telegraph blog miseries.

Here is my blog-based trauma, if you’re at all interested (and if not, at least I’ve had a chance to vent). I had a column on the Telegraph blog for a short while. I wrote any old bollocks that was on my mind and it was fun (albeit almost entirely bereft of comments). But when Shiny Media went under (about 6 months after I resigned and when I was 5 months pregnant), they asked me to write a column about it. The day after it went live (mostly to crickets) one of their other columnists put up a post slagging me off for what I’d said in my column and accusing the founders of sinking the company by spending too much on one roll of wallpaper for our video set. Of course his piece got a heap of comments and I felt like a massive nob. The most irritating bit was he accused me of not taking any blame, which suggested he hadn’t even read my column (which included a line about how I had to accept my part of the blame).

I emailed my editor (isn’t it terrible I can’t remember his name? But also, quite pleasing) and told him I quit. He sent me a reply along the lines of, ‘Oh, come on, Katie, don’t be like that. Why not write another one giving him what for.’ He clearly just wanted to get a fight going for traffic. I wrote back to say I “don’t engage in professional fuckwittery for clicks”. Years later I checked that column by the (now thankfully forgotten, but at the time very well known) journalist and realised two well known dickheads (who I won’t name because they’ll have google alerts set up and that’s the last thing I want or need) were both commenters.

Anyway, that year was a massively stressful time for me. Not only was my business no more, I was getting shit written about me online that often wasn’t true, I was moving house while very pregnant (I gave birth 8 days after we moved in) and suffering huge problems with my ligaments (including three torn ones in my ankle which necessitated a walking stick). My daughter was an extremely stressed and anxious baby (and still is in her teens). She likes to blame me for this due to the cortisol exposure she would have suffered. The second child came at a very relaxed stage in my life, a pound heavier and extremely unflappable. Of course, it’s hardly evidence, but it’s nice to blame the Telegraph for at least some of her deep-seated anxieties.

So there you go, a massive comment no one will read (I wouldn’t!) but at least you got ENGAGEMENT.

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