I slide with @Blondesjon here. It’s really none of my business what others think about me or anything.
But thinking is one thing. Saying it is another. I may not care. But I’d like to know. Not for the reasons you suppose though. I’ve always believed that any press is good press. So shout it from the rooftops, “Clyde is an ass!”. Saying such things will have the opposite effect that the accuser desires. It will only draw more attention to me. And if I don’t live up to the claims of the accuser, then the accuser is the one who ends up looking like an ass.
It’s kind of the Big Bad Wolf warning we got as children. We may have been afraid of him, but we wanted to know more about him. So much so that as we became adults, our fascination is projected upon the Wolf, leaving us to forget about Little Red Riding Who?
We’ve now elevated the Wolf to status of Deity, writing him into leading rolls of fictional books and movies, seeing his darkest side within ourselves, and realizing that Wolf ain’t so bad after all.
So make all the wild claims you possibly can about me. You’ve done me a great favor that no marketing campaign could ever accomplish. The legendary Scallywag owes his fame and glory to the accuser… The accuser that no one remembers.