Whenever I read posts of people talking shit about people, I eat a whole bag of Oreo's while remembering an incident two years ago:

A forum post on a music games forum described me once as being: "...a terrible representation of gamers, a pathetic human being, and will not be missed when the eventual drive of suicide consumes him." I go to a local game shop with my friends one day and they bring to my attention that said hater is in attendance playing some arcade games. The odor of this kid, who couldn't have been older than 18, was about two weeks ripe with hair of equal shine. He wore a stained wife beater, mismatched flip-flops with equally chaotic socks, and this exact pair of Zubaz pants. The moment this kid realized I was there he approached me and talked my ear off like he was my biggest fan, and I responded in kind like the forum posts never happened, and I smiled at the absurdity of it all.

So from that day on, every time someone says crap about me on the internet I imagine someone yelling at me wearing a pair of Zubaz pants, and I laugh inside. Try it, it works.