I’m always in awe of people who create characters and stories that are so engaging that people send them death threats and scathing hate mail when they tinker with their creations. Of course, this is in many ways the highest form of flattery — your fiction lights people on fire with rage! — but skimming hash tags for #ihateryanmurphy is also sort of sad. When did Ryan Murphy stop Googling himself? That’s what a person does after a few dips into the pool of lye that dribbles from the poisoned hearts of former fans and born haters alike and collects in a puddle on the internet. I hope Ryan Murphy is made of steel inside. I hope he gets his rear-entry scene. Keep scandalizing me, Mr. Murphy. I love that shit.

Here’s a sampling of Murphy hate I collected over at Grantland. I stopped Googling myself a while ago. It felt great.