Since the whole Charlotte Dawson thing happened yesterday I have been receiving phonecalls from various news radio stations. Would I like to discuss the issue of internet trolling and anonymous abuse? Well no, thank you, I wouldn’t really. But I will say this here. When a faceless person on the internet tells you to commit suicide because you are a barren, worthless, ugly piece of shit – a cheery event I experience almost daily – it does, on occasion, give you pause for thought. For the most part I am able to block these people out no matter how much they attempt to make themselves seen. I am, however, forced to consider all the times I have made some spiteful off-the-cuff comment about Tony Abbott’s penis or Kyle Sandilands' fat head. Does the fact that I have been outspoken, vicious, sporadically rash and thoughtless mean that I deserve an ongoing campaign including comments like (and I quote): ‘Ms. Hardy, i hope a muslim bashes you and rapes you and eats you and shits you.’? Like fuck it does. I don’t give a shit about the odd times visible women on the internet have pushed the boundaries of satire or abuse. I have never, ever, carried on a relentless mission simply to ensure another human being is emotionally destroyed on my behalf. There is a difference. Get well, Charlotte. x