Trolling motor.

If you fish, you know a trolling motor pushes you along at a slow speed, so you're free to cast into the shore hoping to draw out the big 'uns. If you get a few hits, you can drop anchor if you choose, and quit trolling.

In meat-market kind of bars, of course, trolls have a different meaning, generally someone older perhaps physically repulsive, preying on those younger just out seeking to have a good time. In fairybooks, a troll hides under the bridge and demands payment if you or your brothers are trying to cross his bridge.

In the blogsphere, a troll is loosely defined -- I'm going by context here -- as someone who revisits blog sites and comments generously, with the sole intent to harass the blogger or other commenters. But nowadays, like with so many other fear tactics, there's a troll behind every negative comment.

It amazes me at the personal things people post, with comments open, who become dismayed when other people suggest a different take. But really, if you're such a great writer, why not respond to words as "weapons" with words? Or consider if you're really cut out to be an exhibitionist, even if it doesn't assauge your personal neediness.

Because if you make your blog accessible to all, and choose to keep comments open, chances are you're going to encounter words contrary to your implied personal perspectives. Think of it like this: If you're wearing an out-there outfit, or taking a risk in any kind of sporting way, you have to accept that you won't solicit only praise. You might hear some catcalls too. Part of the game.

You can do like me on Subsumed: wear the outfit for your own reasons, not looking for direct praise but because it fits and is comfortable at the time. Or if you care to seek out what others think: sure, open your window and ask -- but don't whip out that troll label so quickly when you don't always get praise and compliments back.

Better to just practice "catch and release" than to blame the wrong kind of fish for biting at whatever lure you happen to be casting...