When I get hate mail, I get really down on myself, and I read it to my mom, and my mom is like, 'So what? Who cares? These people don't know you, so you can't take the praise or the hate to heart.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
People send everyone hate mail. That's the way the world works right now, I'm nothing special.
A lot of the hate mail I get is clearly misogynist. I am a proud liberal, feminist woman, and the hate mail I get about those three things is not about me.
It drives me crazy when your parents try to read your mind. It's even worse when they try to read your mail.
I read our emails every day and I know there are people out there who think I'm awful.
I have so many e-mails from people who are like, 'I never knew a family could be happy like this... My parents hate each other. I hate my brother. We fight all the time. I never wanted to have kids before I saw your family.'
I've gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I've never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?
I could go on a long rant about how much I despise e-mail. I wish it was more socially acceptable to ignore people.
I try not to read the negative comments, and when I do, I let it roll off my back. I remind myself that there will always be haters as long as you are in the public eye.
I don't really get hate mail, which surprises me, but people have better things to do than to write hate mail to somebody who writes a book about hating everything, I guess.
I love reader mail, and I do read it, but I won't read hate mail.