Isn’t it just terribly disappointing if you discover a particularly clever cartoonist on deviantART and spend half an hour happily browsing his gallery, only to happen across a fat joke among all the great works? The artist’s note contained an explanation that almost made me like the guy again, but then he ruined it in a reply to one of the comments. I’m not linking the piece because it’s more than two years old, in case you were wondering – and of course I also don’t want to send any traffic its way.

But it was not just that. Curious as I am, I checked to see if there were any newer comments and if he was still replying to them … which does not seem to be the case, but instead I discovered a very fresh rant from just two days ago, left by another great artist whom I’ve liked for several years, that was bursting with fat hate and all the usual stereotypes.

That’s right, the obesity stupidity epidemic has just ruined my day twice. A similar thing happened to me with a blog post by the author of a book I’m reading, but fortunately it was not quite clear from the context what was going on in his head at the time, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

And that’s why I’m almost afraid to find out anything personal about writers, musicians and actors that I admire. That’s also part of why I never read interviews, but to be honest I have never been very interested in those anyway.

I’m not offended, I’m disappointed. I don’t want to be the Angry Politically Correct Person who leaves a comment only for the sake of complaining after two whole years. There’s a chance that I might reply to the other artist’s rant, though, since I know I’m not dealing with a troll but it was terribly offensive nonetheless.

Life as an open-minded person is hard sometimes.