A note from the other side of that email.

• Author: Griffin, Elle

AS AN EDITOR, I often bear the brunt of the internet.

It piles into my inbox with reckless abandon: / don't tike the way you worded that. I hate that photo you took of me. Didn't you see the previous five emails I sent about the typo in your Twitter post? Did you really write an article about that company? Did you realty honor that person? What kind of publication are you running here?

I'm not complaining. This is what it's like to be part of the internet and I have become adept at deleting the riffraff while filtering in the important. Every now and then though, it all pours in all at once and my senior editor and I find ourselves exasperated by the pile-on.

Don't they know we get hundreds of emails like these every single day? Don't they know there are very few of us? Don't they know we do not have time to rephrase something because someone doesn't like it? Don't they know we are not here to market businesses but to report on them?

No, no one knows. No one...