The Internet Shaming of Lindsay Stone
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Date: March 14th, 2015 12:04 PM
FUCK this cunt Lindsey Stone
Date: March 14th, 2015 12:08 PM
Woman Who Had a Pic of Her Flipping the Bird at Arlington Go Viral And Then Spent the Next Year Googling Herself is Back to Tell Us Her Story (Spoiler: She’s A Huge Seaward)
I really became obsessed with reading everything about myself,’ Stone told the Guardian about tracking online reactions in the days after the photo was discovered. After almost a year of hiding out online, Stone finally Googled herself and found the results relieving. She said she’d once done so during Veterans Day, and found ex-military members ‘wondering where I was, and not in a good way.’ Instead of the endless pages directing hatred at her, this time Stone only found a scattering of what there had been. ‘This is monumental,’ Stone said.
I don’t like to use the word cunt too often. Despite a certain smut mogul’s declaration that he’s bringing it back, I like to save that one for special cases. You run around dropping C U Next Tuesdays and you become the boy who yelled seaward. It just doesn’t have the same impact when you really need it to drive the point home of how big of a piece of shit someone is. This is one of those situations where we really need it.
This Lindsey Stone is a cunt. A year ago she decides to throw the bird and mock like she’s yelling at the sign next to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier asking for silence and respect: that’s plenty cuntworthy. Any level of disrespect at Arlington National Cemetery, especially by someone who calls this country home, is disgusting. If there’s one place in this country that everyone should visit to get a sense of the magnitude of sacrifice at this country’s foundation and to instill a degree of respect and gratitude for those who have served, it’s Arlington. She spit on that.
Now we’re a year later, and her quotes in this article do nothing but back up her cuntiness. She’s a narcissistic slob who spent her days basking in the media coverage of herself when the picture broke. Reading every last word, obsessed with what people were saying about her. Ugly fucking Betty finally in the limelight soaking it all in. And now a year later when no one remembers her name anymore? Back in the news just to talk about her own story that had harmed her ever so greatly. Must’ve been a real nightmare seeing as she jumped at the chance to bring it back into the light.
People don’t talk about you online anymore! It’s monumental! What a charmed little life it is you lead! Totally not looking to get more attention! So, yes, I’m perfectly aware that in some ways I’m giving her exactly what she wants, but I won’t be the one who’s afraid to mince words about it. Lindsey Stone: Cunt.
Date: March 14th, 2015 12:27 PM
Meet Lindsey Stone, Self-Professed Douchebag
Lindsey Stone was at Arlington National Cemetery last month, having some fun at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, so she decided to post the picture shown above. She seemed a bit surprised that anyone could take offense at her stunning display of disrespect…
The internet being what it is has led to a deluge of comments on her employer’s Facebook page. Apparently they are going to apologize. Lindsey has just scrubbed her Facebook page. We caught this picture before she deleted everything.
Maybe instead of firing Stone, her company will do something positive and get her to understand the error of her ways and do the apologizing herself.
Via: This Ain’t Hell
Update: Lindsey Stone’s employer, Living Independently Forever, Inc. (LIFE), issued the following statement today:
On Nov. 19 at approximately 6 p.m., we became aware that one of our employees had posted an offensive, inappropriate photograph on her personal Facebook page. The photo was taken at a national historic site in October by a fellow employee during a trip to Washington, D.C. attended by 40 residents and eight staff. The photo has since been removed from Facebook, and both employees have been placed on unpaid leave pending the results of an internal investigation.
This photograph in no way reflects the opinions or values of the LIFE organization, which holds our nation’s veterans in the highest regard. We are proud to have veterans serving on our staff and board of trustees, and we value their service. The men and women who have selflessly fought and sacrificed their lives to protect the rights and lives of Americans deserve our utmost respect and gratitude. We are acutely aware that this photo has done a disservice to veterans and we are deeply saddened that it was taken and shared in a public medium.
Lindsey’s Facebook page still has this photo:
I suspect she’s doing a bit of that right now…
Update 2: This really couldn’t have gone any more viral…
Gawker asks if Stone deserves to have her life ruined over this picture. Short answer no, long answer it probably will happen anyway.
WBZ-TV in Boston has identified the co-worker who took the photo as Jamie Schuh, who quickly scrubbed her Facebook page as well.
And the Fire Lindsey Stone Facebook group is, well, on fire… The Save Lindsey Stone Facebook group, not so much.
Update 3: Lindsey and Jamie have apologized.
Update 4: Lindsey and Jamie both lost their jobs tonight.
Date: March 14th, 2015 12:39 PM
LJL @ faggot Michael Fertik
The Village Pub in Woodside, near Menlo Park, Silicon Valley, looks like no big deal from the outside, but when you get inside, you realise it’s filled with tech billionaires. I had recently discovered the world of digital reputation management – companies that “game” Google to hide negative stories stored online. One of these companies is reputation.com, launched by my dining companion, Michael Fertik. I told Michael that he was the only person from that world who had returned my email.
“That’s because this is a really easy sector in which to be an unappealing, scurrilous operation,” he said.
“Scurrilous in what way?”
“There’s a guy who has some traction in our space, who runs a company – he’s a convicted rapist,” Michael said. “He started a company to basically obscure that fact about himself, I think.”
Michael’s competitors were disreputable, he said, and he needed to be vigilant with potential clients. “Very early on, within two weeks of launching our website in 2006, I remember being by myself and getting a couple of sign-ups from guys. So I Googled them. They were paedophiles.”
“Do you remember their names?” I asked.
“Of course not,” Michael said. “Why do you ask that shit?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Curiosity.”
Michael looked different from our fellow diners. I didn’t recognise any of them, but everyone seemed insanely rich: preppy, with faces like luxury yachts, like Martha’s Vineyard in the summer, Waspy and at peace with the world, practically floating through the restaurant, whereas Michael was a big, angry, coiled-spring Jewish bear of a man. He was born in New York, attained a degree from Harvard Law School, and invented the concept of online reputation management while working as a clerk for the US Court of Appeals in Louisville, Kentucky. This was the mid-2000s. Stories about cyberbullying and revenge porn were just starting to filter though, and that’s how Michael got the idea.
After he turned down the paedophiles, Michael told me, he noticed he was getting sign-ups from neo-Nazis, albeit repentant former ones. One said: “When I was 17, I was a Nazi. I was an asshole kid. Now I’m in my 40s, I’m trying to move on, but the internet still thinks I am a Nazi.”
They were more sympathetic than the paedophiles, but Michael still didn’t want them as clients. So he drew up a code of conduct: he wouldn’t accept anyone who was under investigation or had been convicted of a felony violent crime, or a felony fraud crime, or any sexually violent crime, or anyone accused – even informally – of a sexual crime against children. And, he said, there was another moral difference between him and his competitors: he wouldn’t invent fake accolades; he’d only put the truth up there. Although, “I don’t think it’s incumbent on anyone to do massive fact-checking.”
“I have no idea what you actually do,” I had told Michael on the telephone before we met. “Maybe I could follow someone though the process?”
And so we planned it out. We’d just need to find a willing client.