I Get Spammed By Mrs. Anti-VirusPosted: August 16, 2010
Like most blogs, Blurt gets its share of attempts to clutter its comment section with spam. Today I looked in my spam folder and found this (with a link to some scam site) :
Mrs. Anti-Virus: I bet you wish George Bush was President now.
Not surprisingly, this spam was aimed at a post that had nothing to do with who the President is. The post was about the coming adventures of an Angelina Jolie action figure. Still, the name of the person who sent it took me back. I was actually tempted to respond to spam. Let me tell you why.
My Friend Amy
Back before I went to college, in the time that my son refers to as “when the whole world was in black and white”, I went to school with a girl named Amy Anti. She was a cheerful girl I met in seventh grade band class. I was a drummer, Amy played the flute. Neither of us were great musicians. In fact, I was bad enough for the both of us, but that isn’t really the point.
As I said, Amy was a pretty upbeat person when I met her, especially for someone whose last name was a prefix. We became great friends, rarely missing lunch together and helping each other through all the high school relationship silliness. In retrospect, I probably should have asked her out, but I never did because, well, she was my buddy Amy.
There was that and she always had a cause she was fighting. Save the whales, death to the Shah, ketchup isn’t a vegetable…Amy was tireless when it came to her causes.
We graduated in the dark days before email, cell phones and Facebook. Amy and I hung out at the graduation party, she gave me a big hug before she went home and we went off to separate colleges. When I graduated from college, I stopped by her dad’s place, but he’d moved.
I got older, Amy slowly became relegated to being the girl in the black and white photo on the second page of my 1979 school yearbook.
Thirty Years Pass. Things Change. Well, Some Things.
I missed my thirty year high school reunion last year. I found out that Amy didn’t miss it.
Friends told me that Amy had shown up with her husband. That certainly wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Nor was it surprising to me that Amy had made an effort to preserve her family name. An only child, Amy once told me she’d never give up her last name and let that line of her heritage pass from view. On that special day when she married Kevin Virus (who graduated a year before us) she brought out the hyphen and became Amy Anti-Virus.
Sure, everyone knew that Kevin insisted that his last name was pronounced with a long e sound, like Veerus, but we called him Virus just to get under his skin a little.
In true Amy fashion, Amy Anti-Virus took to her next cause. She adopted her husband’s passion for protecting other people’s computers. She was always against something when we were kids. Some things never change.
The people I spoke with said years of constantly protesting and opposing whatever the next thing in line was had taken a toll on Mrs. Anti-Virus. They said I wouldn’t have recognized her, that she looked old. Grasping at straws, I pointed out that being a little old was a hazard of finishing high school in the seventies. They just shook their heads.
“Nobody’s Right, If Everybody’s Wrong”*
Being Anti everything ages a person pretty quickly and makes me a lot less interested in what that person has to say.
Still the temptation to get in touch was there when I had an email address at hand for the only person in the world who could possibly have the luck to be Mrs. Anti-Virus. I wrote a “how are you, I am fine” email and was about to hit the send button. I stopped and watched a little bit of the news. Everyone was against something. All that griping is hard to watch. So many opinions, so much negativity toward other opinions. The angry faces looked so old. I can feel myself aging when I watch that stuff.
I deleted the email and the address.
I’m keeping my friend alive as I remember her, not as some complaining talking head.