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Twitter reporting and general points on moderation

I’ve been working as a moderator for two years now, and the attacks on Caroline Criado-Perez and my realisation that Twitter doesn’t have an easy ‘report abuse’ mechanism made me think about exactly how reporting might work on Twitter. And then, since I’m here, I’ve whacked out some ponderings on moderation in general. Because, y’know.

Reporting abuse on Twitter

At the moment if you want to report an abusive user you have to fill in a massive form. I mean, it’s huge. It wasn’t easy to find, either. That might be fine if you’ve got one person who’s repeatedly attacking you but if you’re experiencing a sustained campaign of abuse, it’s just not practical.

There’s a page in Twitter’s help section that says you can report abuse from the individual tweet page by clicking on the ‘more’ option, but this doesn’t appear for me. Presumably it’s what Twitter’s Tony Wang is referring to when he says the company is trialling new ways to report.

Won’t a ‘report abuse’ button be abused?

God, yes. Happens all the time. I see a lot of comments about football being reported by fans of rival teams. But it’s all in the implementation. A fully or partially automated system is definitely open to abuse because machines can’t appreciate nuance, and anything that triggers an automatic, temporary suspension (which I believe happens at the moment) is just asking to be abused by anyone who wants to attack an account proffering an opposing point of view.

If I were developing this, it would be managed entirely by humans. If you report a tweet or an account it would vanish from your timeline so you don’t have to look at it any more (this is what Twitter is already trialling) but it stays live. A human being then assesses the tweet against Twitter’s published guidelines and makes a judgement on whether a suspension or total ban is needed.

Note that I say Twitter’s published guidelines. They’re there so that everyone knows where they stand, and assessments can only be made against them. That goes for every site, everywhere. From what I’ve seen, some of the threats against Criado-Perez would fail current guidelines (“You may not publish or post direct, specific threats of violence against others.”), though the guidelines aren’t very detailed1. You might not like the guidelines (Facebook’s stupid ‘no breastfeeding photos’ is one example) but that’s another issue2.

And moderators aren’t idiots. A malicious report is obvious and I don’t act on it. It doesn’t matter if 1,000 people report the same comment, if it doesn’t break the guidelines it stays. I’d rather 1,000 people didn’t report the comment because that creates a lot of work, but I’m not going to cave under sheer numbers. I’d also rather wade through 999 false reports than not have a decent mechanism for one that’s genuine.

I’ve seen a concern that an easy ‘report abuse’ button on Twitter could be taken up by celebrities looking to sick their followers onto someone. But if implemented intelligently, the system could actually spell the end of that kind of abuse of power. If I get a load of reports in a short timeframe it’s fairly obvious it’s been sparked by something specific. If a tweet is constantly reported that was directed at someone famous, it’s the work of a few minutes to check that celebrity’s timeline and see if they unleashed the mob. In such a situation I think a short sleb suspension would be in order; banning people for malicious reporting does happen and I’ve done it.

This is going to need a lot of people

Yup. That’s what happens if you want decent moderation. Sorry, Twitter, you’re going to have to increase your staff. And sorry, Twitter users, you’ll probably have to put up with more adverts to pay for them.

And anyway, Twitter currently has the capacity to suspend accounts because an avatar breaks a trademark (as a friend of mine found out). If it can do that, it can adequately deal with abuse as well.

It’s not Twitter’s job to be the police

Isn’t it? In my job, if I see something that’s a clear and credible threat I pass it up the management chain and it could potentially end up with the police. If the tweets sent to Criado-Perez containing her address and a threat to rape her had been posted to somewhere I was working, I would have immediately flagged that. The same goes if someone seems to be a credible suicide risk. I’m here to protect as well moderate – partly because I’ve been trained to have knowledge of certain laws and am perhaps better positioned to spot breaches than your average Joe. I don’t see why Twitter should put all the responsibility onto its users.

What’s the problem with the current system? It’s only a form

It is just a form. But as I said above, it’s not practical if you have more than a couple of accounts to report. I’ve never experienced a tirade of abuse into my personal accounts, but I have for work.

It started with a trickle of messages into the software I was using to moderate a Facebook page. They were all the same, clearly a copy and paste job being directed from somewhere else. But within a minute there were 100 messages waiting to be processed in the queue, then within five minutes there was 1,000. And it wasn’t slowing down. I dealt with it quickly because a) I’m a pro b) I had the right tools at my disposal and c) none of it was directed at me personally. I cannot imagine having to report each one in a laborious process, without colleagues to call on, in my own time, and having to assess and explain in detail why each horrible comment directed at me broke the guidelines.

And I’m having genuine difficulty thinking of a website or social media platform that doesn’t have some form of one-click reporting. If you create a platform you have to accept some responsibility for the safety and peace of mind of your users.

Twitter’s international, how is it supposed to deal with different countries’ laws?

I don’t know; find some kind of common ground? Ask Facebook how it does it? It’s not like this stuff hasn’t been worked out by other platforms. Edit: to be clear, I’m talking about Twitter asking Facebook how it’s worked out complying with basic legal requirements across various countries, not how Facebook moderates.

[The section that follows has apparently been read by some people as me advocating the following be applied to Twitter. Hells, no! It’d be unworkable and massively undesirable. The following is more of a background to me, as an agency moderator, working on company sites and pages, which all have more restrictive guidelines than the much more laissez faire basic platform guidelines of Twitter and Facebook et al.]

And more generally… moderators will be swayed by their own personal beliefs

Not if you employ decent people. You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I’ve let stand even though I found it foul and deeply offensive. If it passes site guidelines it doesn’t get touched; if a moderator doesn’t abide by this rule they won’t be in the job very long.

What about companies deleting comments they don’t like?

99 times out of 100, this won’t happen because companies are now savvy enough to realise this is brand suicide.  If there genuinely are no negative comments, then the company is stupid and you probably shouldn’t do business with them. Or they’re the most amazing company and nobody’s ever had a problem. Hahahahaha. I’m kidding. Someone, somewhere, will always have a problem that the best place to air is Facebook.

No, I’ve seen it happen!

Have you? Or have you seen people complaining that their comment got removed ‘for no reason at all’? When in actual fact (and when I see people complaining while I’m working, I always check back) the comments got deleted for very, very obvious reasons. If someone is insistent that their comment got removed because it somehow reflected badly on the site, look around for a moment and see how many other negative comments there are. I’ll bet there are loads, but none of them is calling the CEO a fuckwit.

Moderation is censorship and is against my human rights

You have no protected human right to heap abuse on anyone or to say ‘motherfucker’ on Facebook. Grow up.

Moderation is definitely censorship though

OK, let’s talk this one out. If you consider removing comments containing severe swearing censorship (moderators genuinely have a list of permitted swearwords; e.g., ‘arse but not arsehole’, ‘one shit but no more’) then OK it’s censorship, but no more so than the TV watershed. You may be posting in a public space, but if you’re posting on someone else’s page or site it’s still ‘owned’ by them and they have a right to set the tone of the discussion.

More contentious may be the removal of mindless comments like “[product] is shit” or “[name of competitor] FTW!”. This is a circumstance where those complaining their negative comment got removed has some grounding, but not a huge amount; firstly, it’s easy trolling. You have a problem with a company? Fine, write it out properly. But mainly these types of comments can get removed because of what happens afterwards. Generally 20 other, equally immature, commenters leap in with inventive suggestions of how the original poster can go fuck him- or herself. It derails a conversation and is unpleasant to read. Someone on Twitter suggested that keeping social media a ‘pleasant’ place sounds a bit Stepford. Maybe. But I’ve seen the alternative and I prefer it this way.

Another major reason for ‘censorship’ is legal grounds. Your comment may be deleted because it’s breaching copyright or trademark law, contempt of court law (not many people understand this one; as a general rule, if a trial is ongoing, don’t write a comment saying “hang him” because you’ve just assumed guilt), or falls into the category of illegal hate speech. In those circumstances you should be pleased your comment got removed; we, as moderators, just saved you from getting your ass sued à la Lord McAlpine.

Twitter won’t be moderating on this kind of scale though; and nobody is going to ban an account for general use of ‘cunt’. Though if all an account is doing is calling people cunts, that could be enough for a ban if it’s reported. And that needs a human being to make a judgement.

I don’t care, it’s all censorship

OK. You’re entitled to your opinion. But may I humbly suggest that if you feel this strongly that you should be able to express yourself on whatever subject and in whatever manner you choose, then perhaps the Waitrose Facebook page3 is not the place for you?

If a troll is banned, won’t they just set up a different account?

Yes. But as I’ve already said, moderators aren’t stupid. Trolls, on the other hand, often are. It is usually so obvious when an account is a sockpuppet or secondary account; when I read this New Statesman article about the gamification of trolling (in essence: trolls are proud of their behaviour so want duplicate accounts to be recognisable) I nodded in agreement so much I was in danger of pulling a neck muscle. Usernames are similar; email addresses used to sign up are variations on a theme; syntax, spelling, arguments are all very familiar. I worked on one site where one user had at least 30 aliases; when we banned him on a Tuesday I’d be waiting for him to reappear on the Wednesday. Eventually he got bored and pissed off.

That kind of thing is easier to keep track of when you’re working on a small site. For Twitter, if they don’t have some kind of database where they can check suspicions about duplicate accounts they’d be foolish. However, creating a duplicate account in itself isn’t necessarily grounds for banning – though if new accounts are being created specifically to abusively troll they’ll break the guidelines pretty quickly. My advice would be to report on the basis of rule breaking and add suspicions of a troll returning as a secondary matter; if you report just because, after a couple of tweets, you think your troll has returned you’ll get yourself a reputation for malicious reporting.

Added 30 July: I forgot to say that of course, spammers set up different accounts as soon as the originals are taken down. But I don’t see anyone saying ‘oh, we should just block and ignore them, they’re entitled to advertise their fake Viagra pills if they want’.

How do you cope with this stuff on a daily basis?

I’m dead inside.

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1. I’ve often thought it would be helpful for many websites to expand on their published guidelines. I’ve worked on several sites where guidance to moderators runs to several pages, but the only guidance to users is a couple of sentences of impenetrable legalese. Then they wonder at users getting pissed off when they don’t understand why comments get removed.

2. I’ve seen Twitter have apparently rejected a report of “I will rape you when I get the chance” as it doesn’t violate their rules. I guess they’re only looking for what we’d call ‘specific, direct threats’; in other words, they want a time and a place, or some other indication that the user genuinely intends to rape the target. I’m hoping that this is because Twitter doesn’t currently have the resources to properly investigate this kind of abuse and not because it doesn’t think it’s their job to act. On any project I’ve worked on, a comment like this would be immediately blocked and the user potentially banned for unacceptable abuse. I’d also be interested to know if the police have a lower threshold for triggering an investigation than Twitter do for banning. If so: Twitter, you have a problem.

3. I do not work for Waitrose or its Facebook page.

Did I miss any points? Put them in the comments and I’ll see if I have any background knowledge that might help. 

Oh!

Terry Pratchett’s going to be meeting Binky a bit sooner than he expected… that’s really sad. I mean, as he says, he’s not dead and won’t be for a while, but it’s horrible to think of such a lively mind doomed to slip into the darkness. *shudder*

Holiday reading

I go on holiday on Wednesday. To Switzerland, Italy and Austria by train – I’m calling it the Cake Tour 2007. And for the last week people have been asking me if I’ve started packing yet. No! Why on earth would I do that? So I can get to my destination and have my clothes even more creased than they will be anyway? So I can run out of pants because they’re all in the suitcase? Good grief, half the clothes I’m taking with me weren’t even clean at the weekend.

What I have been obsessing about for weeks is my holiday reading. I have an abject horror of running out of books. I try to work on the principle of one book per day, even though it may break my back with the weight. This is what I’m taking with me; a hotch-potch of books that I’ve had lying around for ages unread, books that I’ve borrowed, books that I’m running out of time to read and books that I just want to sit with a hot chocolate, by a river, enjoying again.

  • Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility and Emma (re-reads)
  • Ian McEwan, Saturday and Atonement (it was only yesterday I realised I had two Ian McEwans in the pile. Saturday is a borrow, and Atonement I whipped off the shelf of Crockatt & Powell realising that if I don’t read it before the film comes out it’s all going to be spoiled)
  • F Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night and The Diamond as Big as the Ritz and Other Stories (another author double-header, but these have been hanging around on my shelves for years. They must be read!)
  • Martin Amis, Money (I bought this in a charity shop in Muswell Hill. I don’t know why)
  • Jonathan Coe, What a Carve Up (I bought this in Shakespeare and Co in Paris two years ago. I pissed myself over The Rotter’s Club, no idea why I haven’t opened this one yet)
  • Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion (it was on sale in Foyles. Blame the people who were an hour late to meet me. In those situations I can buy entire bookshops in one go)
  • EDIT: Twunt that I am, I forgot Catherine O’Flynn, What Was Lost, the first to go in the bloody pile (an impulse buy a few months ago on the recommendation of the omniscient Crockatt & Powell; it’s now appearing in every book prize longlist going).

I’ll let you know how I get on…

End of an era

Am in post-Potter listlessness… finished the damn thing yesterday and have been sleeping a lot to make up for staying up on Friday night and, you know, crying a lot doesn’t help. Am not going to say why because some people (Kate) are lagging behind, but let’s just say I’m not happy with certain bits of it.

It’s that feeling of a closed chapter (to continue a literary metaphor) and I’m mooching around the flat not entirely sure what to do with myself. I’m trying to re-read bits of books 5 and 6 but I read about certain characters and get alternately cross and sad… maybe I should try do something grown-up like get drunk and have mindless sex, to remind myself that it’s a children’s book and actually doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

Shush now, it makes me happy

Doctor fur yr lolz!

Yeah, anyway.

(Courtesy of Marie, who I believe is the person I talk about here. Her new book sounds ace…)

State of the union

This has been an odd week for me. It may colour everything I’m about to write. I dunno. Decide for yourselves.

I’ve been weaning myself off the drugs and took the last one on Monday. On Wednesday I got hit with the withdrawal symptoms that I was kind of expecting; except they haven’t gone. It’s been five days. My brain is processing everything a fraction of a second slower than it should be – which perhaps doesn’t sound a lot, but just think about how much your brain takes in every moment. It feels like being a bit drunk, that slight delay between reality and realisation. When I’m walking, or if I move my head quickly, I get disorientated because my brain doesn’t catch up with the movement fast enough. I don’t think I got withdrawal when I came off before. So I’m left to compare it with the brain-fogginess I got when I originally went on them, which lasted exactly two weeks. Could be fun…

I’ve been reading a book called The Road by Cormac McCarthy for a book group. It’s incredibly depressing. Set in a dystopian future, it very believably plumbs the depths to which humanity can sink. And it’s relentless, an intimation that this is what human beings are like when you peel us back to our core; selfish, unfeeling, cruel. I can’t really go into the detail without giving away the plot, but as the train drew into the station every morning and evening I’d replace the bookmark and haul myself out of my seat with a heart that grew heavier the further I read.

Then to wake up on Friday to the news of an attempted car bombing on Haymarket. (And may I go off on a slight tangent here? That’s attempted bombing, news media. Not a bombing. Thanks for scaring the bejesus out of all my relatives who then sent me text messages to see if I was OK. Of course I was OK, nothing bloody well exploded! And now I’m going to be subject to the usual exhortations of "be careful" and "stay safe", as though London is some terrible place with bombs going off on every corner. I’m a little tired of it. What, do they want me to bunker down in my flat and never leave? Shall we calculate the odds of being killed or injured by a bomb? It does happen, but it’s been happening since before I was born with the IRA campaigns. Do ETA stop us going to Spain? Do Islamist fundamentalists stop us flying anywhere? No. Then stop making it sound like I can’t even go to work. The biggest danger posed to me by cars in London is being run over, or pollution.)

Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. The attempted car bombing in London. Seriously, was this just about the most pathetic attempt to bomb a city ever? (Cheers, Rachel.) First – leave the car(s) in the middle of a crowded central London street, covered by CCTV and surrounded by people, bouncers, emergency services. It won’t get spotted. No. Neither will one of the cars get towed for being illegally parked. Do they not realise that you can’t park for more than five minutes in central London without being ticketed or towed? Then – manage not to create an explosion. For fuck’s sake. Girls on a school trip manage to create explosions with hairspray cans and a lighter. You need: a material that’s combustible, and a spark. What about all these bomb-making manuals on the internet I keep reading about? And for good measure – use nails to create maximum damage. Only, don’t pack them into the ‘explosive’ device where the blast would force them up and out. Scatter them on the floor. Basic physics then states that when/if the bomb explodes, the force of the blast will drive them not into the air but into the ground. It’s just about considering the direction of the force of the blast.

I almost wanted to offer my congratulations to the guys who drove into Glasgow airport, in light of the only people being hurt being the people in the car. At least this time they’ve worked out how to cause a fire – chuck a lighter at some petrol. And now the UK’s on the highest level of alert possible. Which is slightly ridiculous since the ‘critical’ security alert means an attack is imminent – and the security forces had no idea these car ‘bombs’ were planned (well, given the level of preparation there probably wasn’t that much chatter happening) so I guess the only reason the alert level has been raised is because the government doesn’t want to be seen to be on the hop. *sigh* Morons and political manoeuvering. More of the best of humanity on show.

And then came Doctor Who. Yeah, I know it’s fiction, but so’s The Road – let’s leave the cultural snobbery to one side. If you saw it, you’ll know there’s a real hokey sequence towards the end to save the day – and it is hokey, but it’s also beautiful. The best of humanity. A small shaft of light in the recent unrelenting bleakness. God knows there’s a need for as many of them as possible, Saturday night TV or not. Maybe light entertainment fiction is the only place to find them, cos they sure aren’t apparent in the real world right now.

Viva la independents!

I’ve just cancelled my order for Harry Potter 7 with Amazon, cos Liz has pointed out that Crockett and Powell, my favourite bookshop in the world, are doing a great thing with their HP sales. It’s full price, but £9 from every sale goes to the primary school at the bottom of the street to stock up their library. God I love these guys…

Library thing

Because you can tell a lot about a person from their book collection.

Austen season

It was inevitable that the ITV Jane Austen season wouldn’t go past without comment, right? I’d only read Northanger Abbey once before this month, but I should have known better – Austen gets better the older and more cynical the reader gets (ie, she’s incredibly bitchy and I love it). Anyway, Northanger Abbey is now my favourite Austen novel and Henry Tilney is my favourite Austen hero. Why? Because he’s funny! Mr Darcy, Colonel Brandon and Captain Wentworth are all well and good, but I can’t imagine being able to talk to any one of them. I was in stitches waiting for the train the other week reading the section where Henry sends up Catherine to her face during the drive to Northanger. So inevitably, last night’s adaptation was slightly disappointing, especially as I can only think of Henry Tilney with blond curly hair and blue eyes so JJ Feild (the poor man’s Jude Law?) wasn’t quite what I had in mind… the adaptation also didn’t do anything about the book’s main flaw; namely: what’s Henry Tilney doing with a silly little girl like Catherine Morland? If anything, he’d be more than a match for Elizabeth Bennet, but then I can’t imagine them being sensible for more than two minutes together.

And now there’s an online ad for Persuasion doing the rounds with Rupert Penry-Jones doing the Austen hero’s Look of Longing™. *gulp* Yeah, I know I said I like the funny, but the Look of Longing™, in the right thesp’s hands, can be quite, um, something.

A kindred spirit

Ha! I do this all the time! I’m pleased to see the phenomenon of starting to speak in the spirit of the book you’re reading recognised in the national press. I’m reading a lot of Jane Austen at the moment (I’d forgotten how hilarious Northanger Abbey is), so please bear with me if I go a bit, well, Regency on you…