heyteebs:

“Beyoncé isn’t Beyoncé because she reads comments on the Internet. Beyoncé is in Ibiza, wearing a stomach necklace, walking hand in hand with her hot boyfriend. She’s going on the yacht and having a mimosa. She’s not reading shitty comments about herself on the Internet, and we shouldn’t either. I just think, Would Beyoncé be reading this? No, she would just delete it or somebody would delete it for her. What I really need to do is close the computer and then talk back to that voice and say, Fuck you. I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m Beyoncé. I’m going to Ibiza with Jay-Z now, fuck off. Being criticized is part of the job, but seeking it out isn’t. That’s our piece to let go.” — Kathleen Hanna

This is cute, and I agree that we can all stand to brush off Internet meanness, but not a one of us is Beyoncé (unless you’re reading this B, in which case, ‘Hi thanks for everything’). The rest of us can’t fly to Ibiza. The rest of us don’t have a media empire backing us. The rest of us live in the muck and grime of the everyday Internet. Now granted, no one is body snarking the rest of us for our appearance on the red carpet, but sometimes one of you may upload a vlog, or turn on Anonymous Ask Box for an hour, or get a piece published on a “real” blog with commenters.

You just have to pick your battles. That’s the real work. Is this just a sad li’l person who’s probably having a rough week trying to feel better? Or is this a person you have a relationship with who maybe has a salient point to bring to your discussion (UNLIKELY, but still)? You don’t fly to Ibiza. You don’t act like you’re above it all. You just choose to ignore and find a cute dog video, or you find an unexamined point in your post, you nod at your computer screen, and you pray to B you are a li’l wiser in the morning.

(Source: dandyprof, via jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk)