Comment break-up
At first, I thought it was cute. One of those little mannerisms in a relationship that was endearing: how she cuts her spaghetti into tiny little bites first, or how she never laughs, but states that things are funny.
But you and me, comment spammers, have moved beyond the puppy love phase. It’s time for us to have The Talk. I’m cutting you off. Now. Sorry it didn’t work out, and honestly, I don’t even really want to be friends.
For the rest of you (har har), for the time being, I’ll need to approve comments. I’ll look into some spam blockers, I’m sure Word Press has a billion of them. And once you’ve posted and been approved (Lucy), you don’t need to wait in the approval queue. It was just getting distracting with all those comment alerts that turned out to be spam. So think of this as an exclusive club you can get into for free — all you have to be is human.