the thing that originally set me on a trajectory out of academia and led to the bizarre series of events that got me instantly fired was that i find despicable and ridiculous the way people are whining like spoiled children about being bullied on the internet. this is a good curative, reminding us that anyone who writes for a public had better be prepared for the heat. d.h. lawrence to katherine mansfield: “I loathe you. You revolt me stewing in your consumption. The Italians were quite right to have nothing to do with you.” To Bertrand Russell: “You simply don’t speak the truth, you simply are not sincere. The article you send me is a plausible lie, and I hate it. If it says some true things, that is not the point. The fact is that you, in the Essay, are all the time a lie. . . . Let us become strangers again. I think it is better.”
something tells me that mansfield and russell didn't spend the next year contacting the authorities, or cringing in a corner, or not writing. show some guts or stop writing, because if you have no guts you're not worth reading anyway.