Here's the post that started it all: who is the mysterious jane smithie, really?
As people still seem to believe the post linked to above is real, please read this one, where Janie explains that the other one is a complete hoax: Will the REAL Jane Smithe please stand up?
Land sakes, the rumbling and grumbling about how we all got slicked by the woman who every few days comes up with a different modification of her root OS name, Jane Smithie, continues to reverberate like a mean old storm that lingers off the coast long after the rain has stopped.
Are we really all that disillusioned about whom we can trust and love or like, or even just tolerate in this community of avatars, alters, hijinks, soul searchings, confessions, needlings and just about anything the human imagination can imagine? Really? Are we that naive?
C'mon, people. I don't think so and I know most of you don't either. Some of us are still pissed because we got punked. That's it, isn't it. She took us down, hoodwinked us, pricked our collective vanity - and our individual vanities, as well.
She got me, too, I must confess - reluctantly, because I'm no less vain than all but the most insufferably egotistic among us, and maybe more so except I've learned to hide it better, Gordon.
She was like our pet parrot, the smart, sharp-talking bird that jabbered incessantly about everything on her mind, some of it raucously joyful, some a tad tedious and others almost too painful to behold. That was her, a jabberbox. But we loved her - liked her, at least. She was our jabberbox. Some of us, me being one, liked her so much we felt protective of her, looked forward to her posts and worried if a day or two went by when we didn't see one of her myriad avatars inching down the feed.
And then she pulled the rug out. What the hell? Our friendly, flakey, feisty jabberbox, whom we loved - so long as she stayed in character - has been putting us on? Us? Our beloved child was laffing in our face??? How DARE she!!!! We had that damned girl properly - if not comfortably - pigeonholed. Our cute feisty little chatterer WAS NOW LAFFING AT US??? WELL!!! HA-RUMPH, HACK and PTUI!!!!
She turned our smug little world upside down, didn't she. If we couldn't trust that Daisy Jane wasn't really Suburbanly Comfortable Happily Married with Brilliant, Well-adjusted Son and Looking Down Laughing Lovingly at Us Her Pet Subjects Jane, then who the hell could we trust here on good old trustworthy OS? I haven't met a single one of you in person but I feel I've known some of you all of my adult life - and some since childhood. I'd send you money if I had any...
Well, actually I did that one time awhile back. There was that episode where one of us turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothes. But we the sheeple stood up and ran the wolf off, didn't we. I'm so proud of that moment. Oh, the hell I am. I still feel bad about it, all the way around.
Back to Janie. I was disappointed and angered at first, but I got past those emotions within minutes. Some of us felt betrayed ostensibly because she showed us a side of herself that made us uncomfortable. I'd always respected her intelligence, yet I was at first discombobulated by the sheer audacity of her deception. But I was quickly recombobulated when common sense told me no doctoral candidate would spend four years nattering almost daily on the Internet just to satisfy some professors.
Many of those who are still stunned and angry, I believe, feel more annoyed by Janie's demonstration of a writing skill superior to what they expected. I think many underestimated her writing skill, took for granted the stream-of-consciousness was all she could do. I believe her experiment tweaked us a tad and we didn't like it. I quickly got over my original pique for two reasons: I've always liked Janie, and I now admire and respect her writing skill even more than before.