They loved my it. The six pseudonyms and twelve anonymouses who read the blog loved it. Or they hated it, which was just as good, because what I said engaged them, often with thoughtful comments. I waded off to the other blogs to read other about housekeeping, poetry, God, being out-of-the-box and queer. I left encouraging feedback for the blogs I felt were also genuine, down-to-earth, relatable.One day, an email showed up in my Yahoo mailbox. From that guy. Hasidic Heretic. The confessed kofer who lied to his wife and was guilty of the sin of pretentiousness along with a whole range of other dishonesties.Hey, he said. Just a small correction on your otherwise interesting piece. You wrote extinguished. You must have meant distinguished.I leaped. I was itching for a fight. Oh, I would show him I’m no fool. I told him thanks and that my spelling didn’t matter. Who was it for anyway? A few Hasidic internet lurkers.He said I had potential. There was this other woman, also Hasidic. She could make a hell of a defense. Ah, he missed when she wrote. I should look at her stuff. She was damn good.I wasn’t biting. I wasn’t going to be jealoused into taking myself too seriously. To be honest with you, this whole blog thing is just a fad.