Dooce, formerly relevant, had a rare drama filled week. It all started when some instagramer reposted one of the grillion pics of Chuck to their account. She responded with her usual tact and good humor on facebook.
I OWN THIS PHOTO, ALL YOU LOW-LIFE PIECES OF SHIT-EATING CRETINS WHO ARE INCAPABLE OF PRODUCING CONTENT ON YOUR OWN.
Evidently not getting the obsequious apologetic response she was used to, she took to twitter to continue her rant.
She then carpet bomb reported gram accounts for copyright infringement. This somehow escalated into Dooce being afraid for her safety when she discovered instagram passed on her sooper private sekrit email address in the takedown request.
Please. I seriously need your help with this, I am shaking. I have reported several accounts of copyright infringement to IG concerning stolen photos of Chuck, and apparently they have shared my personal information with the offenders. I just got an email from one of the offenders to a private email address…If he has this private email address, does he also have my phone number and address?
She continued to post messages she claims she is receiving, saying instagram and facebook need to do something about the person, presumably because she can’t find the ‘block’ button. Of course her fanpoodles jumped on, saying she should run them over with her car and saying they’ll “kick his ass” for her, and saying the offender “does not know who he’s dealing with!”. One poodle wondered “How in 2016, could any citizen of the internet not recognize a photo of the late Congressman Chuck …… and not know that the photo likely belonged the the all fabulous @Dooce???????” because obviously millennials should know everything about a middle aged former mommy blogger.
This flip out is a far cry from her reaction to the same type of thing three short years ago.
Yeah. Whatever. Is it copyrighted? Sure. Would I like attribution? Of course. Is that a reasonable expectation? Probably not. That photo has taken on a life of it’s own, and if it makes someone chuckle then, hell. My work here is done.
Dooce said she “tried calling police before and they essentially laughed at me”.