two three answers cover a lot of stuff already and are making sense, but; I need to let this off my chest.
So Stack Overflow was built up. They wanted a "library of good answers to good questions", a "library" of programming knowledge you can't/couldn't obtain in other parts of internet because they didn't hold up somewhat pedantic but useful standards required for a resource of good-quality answers.
It was a small city, and was growing. People in small cities are more friendly. They know a lot of their neighbors. Mr. and Mrs. A's son happily runs to their neighbor's (Mr. and Mrs. B) backyard to play with their son as the parents of the two families joyfully watch these cheerful moments.
There was also a happy watchman. He guided tourists and visitors and gave 'em free advice on how things go on in the city.
The city didn't remain small. It grew big, bigger and bigger. The watchman guided 10 tourists every day, but now this has turned into 1000.
Now this isn't the happy small city it used to be; the city now has robbers, homeless people in the streets, starving beggars and people who'll do anything for "money".
The watchman used to guide 10 people. 2 of them asked very similar questions. 1 of them didn't follow the city's rules. But he embraced them with lengthy explanations. "It's OK if I explain it to this guy for the fourth time. It's not like I'm gonna die or anything."
a comes and asks "How to parse HTML with Regex?". The watchman says "Come on! I explained it in detail here, a few years ago. Have a look! :)" Person
b comes and ask Plzzz debug my codez and the watchman sighs and says "Unfortunately, we don't do that here."
c comes and says "I don't knowz the codez. I'm suck. Plzz give me teh codez" The watchman and Mr. A get disappointed. "Something's wrong; we didn't get these things back then".
g etc etc etc. come and ask the same questions. The watchman is tired now. Mrs. B was really easy going and tolerating bad behavior, but this is too much.
While we're at it,
z comes and answers a bad question. "What? I didn't have enough 'money'!"
y watches him and says "why should he get money for doing what I can do?" and joins him in a money hunt.
x joins them.
w imitates them.
The watchman watches this from afar, gets a bit frustrated, and then . . .
People in the city aren't happy anymore. There's suspicion, lying and cheating way more than it used to be before.
Some of the natives give up, buckle up and move somewhere else. Some of the natives get angry at the newcomers. Some natives complain to the authority that "I'm not enjoying this anymore." Watchman and his friends don't guide anymore. Instead, they handcuff outlaws. They're tired of guiding people over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
Some natives look for solutions. Some just ignore the outlaws. Some keep being harsh to them. A very, very small percentage of the natives still struggle to go backwards in time and bring that happy little city back. But it's a big city, and its problems.
This is a very exhaustive demonstration of what's happening in SO. I only have an account in SO because this bot posts alerts about spam there, and I've started flagging them.
Now these are the sides in the argument, and the people in the current mega-city:
- People who like to keep quality (AKA watchman and his friends)
- People who just want to post answers and questions for fun (AKA The A & B families)
- The majority of people with bad posts on SO (AKA People who like to bend the rules to get what they want, even if it destroys the image of the city AKA outlaws)
- People who unknowingly post posts that need some twitches and fixes (AKA you, most probably)
- People who are watching all of this and sighing, and aren't participating in SO anymore
- Rep-farmers (AKA people without money)
Now your group is a direct victim of the current of sourness in the city:
Watchman: I hereby arrest you (close your Q) for violating the code principle of the city (SO help center)
You: Huh, I didn't even know!
That's where some of the outlaws or some uninformed people go on meta and get sour "Why aren't you helping me? If you can't answer me, step aside!"
Sometimes the watchman asks himself: "Why not leave this place and find my utopia?" But then he sees a flower (A good Q, a "thanks" to mods) and realizes: "This is my utopia. I came from hell some time ago in a hope that my and my friends' handcuffs will keep it from burning, just like the rest of the world."
Now I can't speak for the feelings of the watchmen, as I'm not one, and they tend to choose different ways to counter with the pollution of the mega-city, but we should be thanking them for not letting the city burst in flames.