I had to ban someone because they were arguing about whether tumblr prose about physics and love was scientifically rigorous and after arguing for a chain of like 20 comments they reported the other person and started calling me names when I told them the entire argument was dumb. They then took it to the instances’ main / meta forum to publically complain about and got pretty universally torn apart by both the instance moderators and several fascinated rubberneckers. They picked a molehill and just absolutely fought to the death on it for some inscrutable reason.

I’ve mentioned it a couple times in various meta comments on the topic of moderation less because it particularly bothers me but mostly just because it is sort of living rent free in my head in the same way as when you see someone eating an entire lobster dinner complete with metal cutlery and a cloth napkin at the bus stop. Just… huh. That person is well and truly marching to the beat of their own drum and it certainly seems to be bringing them joy but… huh.

The expression on that dude’s face was very reminiscent of my face when trying to read through the original offending comment chain.