There are a lot of useless comments on Internet support communities. They have been around since Usenet first allowed semi-anonymous threads to ooze over audio couplers at 300 bits per second. I’m sure you know some of the hall-of-fame bangers.
“RTFM”
“You’re using it wrong.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
Apart from being cursed with the inability to see anything from any angle but their own, the Useless Commentor™is also, generally speaking, extremely volatile toward any reasoning that challenges their monolithic view of any topic. While it is genderless, classless, and raceless - able to survive in any habitat - our dear UC does trend toward the white, the male, and the conservative. As is, likely as anything, a shock to no one.
Lying in wait, ready to pounce upon anyone trying to learn or, worse still, trying to get help with a legitimate problem, the UC will attempt a dominance display at the first opportunity. Usually arriving shortly after the ‘First!’ers, perhaps the only group of posters who can lay even less claim to enriching discourse. They are a generally harmless species, mind. Just pissing on every tree stump they can like a dog with a tiny body and a titanic ego. They are all bark, and the bark itself is just a nuisance more than it is a confrontation. The UC, as is often the case with the second carrion scavenger at the carcass, is bigger and uglier.
Rushing in to dismiss another person’s experience is a passtime for a certain personality type. On the extreme end, you have the people making policies strictly to bolster their narrow views, with harm as an intended side effect. An extra kick in the ribs as the people they’ve ‘othered’ fall in the mud. Adding insult to injury is not a bug. It’s a feature. The UC gets a similar hit of neurotransmitters when griefing prey. Make no mistake, that’s what it is. These mallets lie in wait, jumping on new posts like Richard Branson jumps on any woman younger than 27. Awkwardly, uncomfortably, and ‘only as a joke’ if called out.
The UC delights in scuttling the ship of curiosity in novice hobbyists. Kicking the chair out from under already frustrated people hoping to find an answer to a blocking problem. Setting fire to the joy of anyone who, in an age of access to information so unfathomably vast compared to only 45 years ago one from that age would think you an utter lunatic in its description, simply wants an answer to a simple problem and hopefully throws their bottled message into an unforgiving sea.
Of all their hunting methods, none of which provides any hint of usefulness to discourse, the one I despise the most is ‘It works for me.’
‘It works for me’ is infuriating on a level that exceeds the other sufferings put forth by UCs simply by the wastefulness of it. Reading the fucking manual, apart from not being immediately helpful, is - at some level anyway - advice. Alternate use cases are often the workaround a person was looking for, but presented as a rotten herring drawn across the face as an insult. The lack of empathy required to blind oneself to other possibilities is somewhat tragic; not deserving of pity, but also the kind of self-immolation of respect that anyone with a modicum of introspection immediately clocks as a personal lacking in someone crowing on about it.
No, ‘it works for me’ is a special brand of disrespect and smugness that the UC wears proudly. Like TapOut! graphic tees or Berkleys on the back of the head. It’s a dogwhistle to their ilk and is often met with similar howls in response from other UCs who share in missing whatever key piece of nurturing keeps a person from turning into an asshole whenever the moon is the moon.
‘It works for me’ serves no purpose other than to tell an uncaring universe that you are alive and you are better than some random person on the internet. It is, at best, a brag and at worst a shut down. It adds literally nothing to discourse, acting only to hinder or derail it. It’s the call of the incompetent developer. The cry of someone with no idea of how to help, but with an ego that refuses to not be seen. It’s an attempt to be part of a conversation from across a crowded room that bulldozes the entire buffet table.
Sure, the phrase itself can be uttered and followed by suggestions or help, but at that point it becomes useful and stops being the thing it was. When uttered in isolation it’s nothing more than a prayer to an indifferent cosmos - a 5 year old throwing a toy at someone because they aren’t paying them the attention they think they deserve - and a pheromone trail for other emotional leeches to follow.
In fairness, it’s not always about individual superiority. It’s often used as an aegis to a brand identity grown as a replacement for a personality the UC never cared to cultivate. Xbox can do no wrong. Apple is infallible. Anyone having a problem is obviously a shill or a troll or a naysayer out to do harm to an omnipotent, yet unimaginably fragile god. Any question is an attack. Any problem is an affront. Because if the things they buy and watch and believe in aren’t perfect, what does that say about them?
That’s when the tribalism kicks in. The pack mentality of the kind of person who brands themselves a ‘lone wolf’ is shockingly cohesive. Point out that the reply helps nothing and prepare to be stoned at the city gates. The gnashing of teeth and ripping of flesh will continue until obedience is restored. Threads will get locked and answers will go on being ‘un’d and nobody is the better for any of it. The people who could help will never see the post because it was shut down before it could get their attention. The other people who might have a legitimate answer will be unable to respond or the person who originally asked will never return to see the words that could have helped them get out of their pickle. For no other reason than a small person in a vast eternity had nothing more to offer than, ‘well, it works for me.’




