Thievery on the internet
I got robbed Monday.
They didn’t break in to my house or car.
They stole from me online.
And it wasn’t money or my identity.
It was a joke.
(cue gasps and shaking fists)
You may remember that Monday was Labor day. So I woke up and tweeted:
Not the most clever thing ever. Not super funny. But I thought it was mildly amusing, so I threw it out there.
An hour or so later, I was scrolling through my Twitter feed, and noticed this, from a person who started following me last week:
Now, I’m not claiming to be the only person ever to make the connection between “Labor Day” and being born. It’s an easy joke to make. But come on. They used the same words, in the same order. All they did was add “errr,”.
I was so mad. SO MAD.
I even took a screenshot and texted it to four friends.
I’ve said before that I’m not a writer. I’ve written some articles for small, and/or local publications, I’ve written jokes for a few people to use in different projects, I’m collaborating on a few projects, but I don’t claim to be a “writer” in the proper sense. I do, however, consider myself a creator of content. That’s what this blog is. That’s what our podcast is. This is all stuff that I make. So when I have an original thought, and share it, and then somebody just copy/pastes it and takes credit for it…
As Knox McCoy said, “There’s no honor on the internet.”
(See how I did that? I gave him credit for that because he’s the guy I heard it from.)
(But he probably stole it.)
Come on, guys. Do your thing, let others do their thing, and let’s leave each other’s things alone.
Stop giggling. you know what I meant.
Have you ever been robbed? Of content or of real stuff? How’d you handle it? Should I go wrap this fool’s house in toilet paper?