In high school, I made a Myspace where I said my principal should fuck himself. He found it, called me into the office, and asked why I would do something like that. “I thought it was funny?” I told him. He spent the remainder of that two-hour talk explaining to me, in painful detail, just how un-funny he thought I was. Fifteen years later, I’m still writing things online that I think are funny, and wouldn’t you know it, my principal has spent that time creating increasingly sophisticated online avatars to comment on my work and tell me that I’m not.