I suppose arguments online turn ugly because posters can hide behind an anonymous image that they have created, that may or may not, be based on their real life.
The chances are that they post as their 'new selves' their avatars, their alternate personality, their cartoon character, the person they want to be. They can abuse those they hate behind the anonymity of their poison pen and the (fake) moral fibre and respectibility of their online personas.
I don't take the insults personally, I have studied enough psychology to know that they are projecting their own failures, inner fears, etc, onto moi, I almost pity them. I can't imagine anything worse than that 'fear of being found out'. I experienced quite a bit of it, during my convent years, and made a vow never to have that horrible feeling again. Its kind of a mixure between guilt and shame brought on by catholicism.
It can cause fat old newspaper magnates to throw themselves off yachts and desperate unmarried mothers to stick their heads into the gas oven. It sort of brings to mind the ethics of Moll Flanders (great gal) on being thrown into Newgate, who wept, not for her crimes, but for being caught.
I don't think I could write anything anonymously, I can see good reason why some people do, they don't take possession of their words, usually for the 'guilt and shame' reasons aforesaid. Their screen character is detached from their real world, and heaven forbid their colleagues, or friends should become aware of their anti-social posting and views.
However, rest assured. I stand by the word 'honour' - it was a particular favourite of a very dear friend of mine. I respect the unwritten code of anonymity in this cyber world. I have no interest, nor desire to unmask anyone or restrict their posting. In some ways I even approve of anonymity, it often allows people to say more than they would, to be more natural.
As for tearing apart my looks, I have no problem in growing older, I had a ball getting here. My days of dressing as Catwoman and seducing young lotharios are long gone (well, thats the way I tell it). I was fortunate to be drop dead gorgeous when I was younger, so happy to step aside for the younger, cleverer and prettier to shine, that is as it should be. I had my days in the sun, and happy to drink wine and sing 'Memory' with old mates and discuss glam rock and Harold Wilson.