Today I am frantic with work, and about to collapse in a pile on the floor. Please forgive me if I’m slow to get back to you or if your kind offer of a pint or a chat is met with just an incoherent scream of terror.
BUT I refuse to collapse properly before I’ve done a Monday blog. So here goes – a brilliant thing, and something that’s annoyed me…
The good: Bish is back
I’m not going to pretend I have any objectivity here whatsoever: I think Justin Hancock (AKA Bish) is amazing. He’s a sex educator and all-round awesome person, who’s taught me loads about sex and relationships. His sex ed is aimed at young people, but I’ve learned loads from it even though I’m well over the age where I’d get IDd to buy cider.
He’s just revamped his site, so I thought it’d be a good opportunity to point you at some of my favourite things on there – please click through, have a read, and show him some love on Twitter if you can too.
- There’s more than one type of love
- A devastatingly sensible take on what counts as ‘too much’ porn
- How good consent feels (AKA the handshake analogy)
The bad: doing shit things to shitheads
Back story: tedious misogynist bellend Roosh V was planning a whole bunch of meetings around the world. He wanted his followers (other knobheads who also hated women, basically) to meet in car parks and industrial estates in some shitty locations around the world to discuss how unfair it was that they didn’t have girlfriends.
Most people who heard about this welcomed it with the same muffled laughter with which you’d greet a wet fart at a dinner party. Some people got angry, and signed petitions to stop them.
Others decided that it would be good to find out who Roosh and his gang of acolytes were, where they lived, and publish their details publicly.
There are a million and one good reasons why this is an awful thing to do, and the point is that they’re good reasons regardless of whether you hate the person being doxxed.
Lindy West has written a brilliant piece in the Guardian about how it feels:
“I know that feeling largely because of Roosh. I’m an anti-harassment advocate largely because of Roosh. And he’s right. His family doesn’t deserve it. Unlike Roosh, I actually oppose doxxing and death threats, even against people I dislike. So it’s difficult for me to enjoy watching anyone, even someone who’s tormented me with a pathological intensity for years, go through a hell I’ve devoted so much of my professional life to fighting.”
So yeah. Doing a shitty thing is still shit, regardless of whether you’re doing it to someone who is in turn a total shitbag. At the moment, everyone knows that Roosh V is a prick. I don’t want anyone to have a reason to leap to his defence.
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IT WORKS LIKE THIS.ANY ATTENTION GIVEN THEM IS AN ACHIEVEMENT ON THEIR PART.LIKE YOUR WET FART -ITS AN ATTENTION GRABBER.THE BEST IT CAN DO IS MAKE NOISE AND STINK LIKE SHIT.ITS GAS – HOT AIR.NOTHING MUCH AT ALL.MY MOTHER USED TO USE AN EXPRESSION “picking farts out of a shirttail” to explain some tedious nonsensical jobs she was trapped (as a woman – a victim of men) into doing.ANY MODERN WOMEN WANT THOSE JOBS ANYMORE?CHEAP TRICKS OF LITTLE PRICKS.
FARTS FADE FAST UNLESS YOU MAKE THEM LIVE LONGER.THEY CAN TRICK SOME OF US INTO MAKING THEM THE HIT OF THE PARTY.THE STAR OF THE SHOW.SUCKERED IN BY A FART???????THAT IS REALLY THE SPECIFIC DOMAIN — THE IMAGINATION OF A LITTLE BOYS CLUB.I KNOW THAT’S ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY WHAT WOMEN MUST DEAL WITH IN THIS WORLD.BUT BEING DIFFERENT – SMARTER – WHICH THEY NEVER GOT – YET ANYWAY – THEY HAVE NOT A CLUE HOW THINGS REALLY WORK.WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE IS A COMPLETE MYSTERY.the best conclude from any experience with you that most of you are untrustworthy whores and bitches.a few still have that other invention of men – that virgin mary – that sexless saintly martyr – the archetypal perfect MOMMY- whose womb they still sleep within WHICH PROTECTS THEM FROM REALITY AND MANHOOD.
I AM A LITTLE CONFUSED- TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW IMMATURE LITTLE BOYS – LITTLE PRICKS – CAN STILL PUSH YOUR BUTTONS.JUST GETTING YOUR ATTENTION IS AMAZING.THEY ARE ABOUT AS AMUSING AND INTERESTING AS A FLY BUZZING AROUND YOUR HEAD – AND EVEN THAT IS STRETCHING IT.HOW DO THEY MAKE THEMSELVES MORE SIGNIFICANT THAN THEY REALLY ARE? A FLEETING DISTRACTION THEY REALLY ARE NOTHING BUT.DO YOU YOU LIKE THE TRICK – THE LITTLE GAME?OR IS IT THE LITTLE TRICKSTER YOU CANNOT RESIST?OR IS IT THAN ANY ATTENTION IS BETTER THAN NONE?HOW DOES IT WORK?HOW CAN THESE STUPID LITTLE PRICKS INTEREST YOU AT ALL?WHAT BUTTON – WHAT WEAKNESS – MAKES IT IRRESISTIBLE FOR A WOMAN TO WANT TO JUMP IN THEIR MUD PUDDLE AND PLAY IN THE DIRT WITH THEM?
OBVIOUSLY IT’S HOOKED ME — BUT I HAVE BEEN HOOKED FOR MANY MANY YEARS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE PUZZLEMENT OF MADNESS.REALLY IT IS AN IMPOSSIBILITY.IT IS NOT SOLVABLE IN TERMS OF RATIONAL LOGICAL UNDERSTANDING.BUT I CAN DO IT.I WENT THROUGH ABOUT 40 YEARS OF CHAOS AND CONFUSION – LOSING MY MIND TO SCHIZOPHRENIA.AT AGE 30 I FOUND MYSELD PUSHED (fallen is probably more correct) INTO AND LOST DOWN IN THAT RABBIT HOLE.BUT I CRAWLED OUT BY GROWING A NEW MIND.THE CAVITY LEFT BY THE DISSOLUTION OF THE OLD ONE eventually became a bore.YOU UNDERSTAND OF COURSE LOSING ONE IS REALLY NOTHING BUT A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO TRY AGAIN – TO GROW A NEW AND BETTER MODEL.ACTUALLY I HAD NO CHOICE – I NEEDED SOMETHING TO THINK WITH – A BLACK HOLE — A VACUUM – I DISCOVERED WAS NO HELP AT ALL – EVEN THOUGH MOST HUMANOIDS DO GET BY IN THAT STATE “with a little help from their friends” OF COURSE.NOTHING TO WORK WITH MAKES LIVING VERY HARD.NO TOOL – NO TOOLKIT – MADE ME GROW ONE — WHICH IS AN ONGOING PROCESS I NOW KNOW.THINKING WAS NEW TO ME — IT CAN BE FUN BUT IT CAN ALSO BE A REAL DRAG.LIKE EVERYTHING IN THIS SET-UP – THIS SHOW – THIS DREAM -IT IS AN IMAGINATION OF OPPOSITES.YOU DON’T JUST GET THE ONE THING YOU WANT OR CHOOSE OR DON’T WANT OR DON’T CHOOSE —-YOU GET THE PAIR –OF OPPOSITES.IT CAN BE EXPLAINED AS A GIFT OR THE CONUNDRUM (the burden )IT IS.
I ARRIVED BACK HERE A FEW YEARS AGO FROM THAT NEVER-NEVER NETHER WORLD OF THE DEAD.IT’S STILL STRANGE AND DIFFICULT TO GRASP FOR SOME OF ME – BEING SO NEW TO IT ALL.WHATEVER I AM – GREW AND GROWS FROM -A LITTLE BURP – THAT OUTED ME INTO THIS STRANGENESS.IRONIC THAT I LIVED IN THIS WORLD FOR 30 YEARS NONCHALANTLY – COMFORTABLY – EASILY – MORE OR LESS IN A HAPPY UNTHINKING (unconscious) FAIRY TALE WITH ALL THE REST OF YOU.I WAS A PART OF THE SHOW.I FIT LIKE YOU DO.
THAT IS OVER.THAT CREATURE I WAS DIED..
TRY IT AND YOU WILL KNOW I SPEAK THE TRUTH.
I HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN AND UNDERSTAND.I GET THINGS WRONG YOU TAKE FOR GRANTED.HOW YOU THINK IS HOW I USED TO THINK.BUT THAT DIED AND I DON’T REMEMBER ENOUGH TO MAKE ALL YOUR NONSENSE SEEM RIGHT.IT ALL SEEMS SO WRONG FROM THIS SIDE.I TRY.AND I TRY.AND I TRY.I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TRY.MY LIFE KIND-OF DEPENDS ON IT.THANKFULLY SOME PEOPLE HAVE HELPED THE PROCESS B TEACHING ME.LIKE YOU.
YOU ARE SO MUCH FUN TO LEARN WITH.YOU MAKE IT A PLEASURE.YOU MAKE SENSE OUT OF THE NONSENSE.YOU DO NOT DEAL IN TRICKS OR LIES – YOU TELL THE TRUTH.I NEED THAT.DOUBT IS A TRICK THAT TRAPS YOU IN CONFUSION. I DON’T NEED TO GO THERE ANY MORE – IT DID ME IN QUITE A FEW TIMES AN THE PAST FEW YEARS BUT THAT ALSO TAUGHT ME.I
ENOUGH ALREADY.
THANKS FOR BEING YOU.
YOU ARE REAL.
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE REST BUT THAT IS THE ONLY GUARANTEE I CAN COUNT ON -THE TEST TO IDENTIFY YOU AS HUMAN
AND YOU ARE A COMPLETE HUMAN.
YOU CARE.
ONLY HUMANS CARE AND ONLY HUMANS CAN BE TRUSTED BECAUSE THEY HAVE GROWN HEARTS
THE GIFTS OF KINDNESS AND A SENSE OF HUMOUR GROW ONLY IN HUMANS.
THEY GROW ONLY IN HEARTS WHICH ARE REAL
AND IT SEEMS ONLY REAL LIVE HUMANS GROW REAL HEARTS.
TREASURE YOU ARE.
Hi Thomas, can I just say I’ve been really enjoying your comments. You’re incredibly flattering, but you’re also well poetic, and your explanation of farts in shirt tails has really made my day. Please do keep commenting – there’s no need to compliment me or what have you, just keep being you.
And, obviously, I can’t possibly reply without answering your question:
“WHAT BUTTON – WHAT WEAKNESS – MAKES IT IRRESISTIBLE FOR A WOMAN TO WANT TO JUMP IN THEIR MUD PUDDLE AND PLAY IN THE DIRT WITH THEM?”
Two things:
1. While they’re irritating shitbags, they are often irritating shitbags who have an impact. Sometimes you’ve got to shout to warn other people.
2. Probably the more pressing reason: have you ever been really tempted to pick a horrible scab? Just because it’s satisfying to see the blood ooze out? It’s a bit like that, I guess.
Thomas Roberts, you have insight. Girl on the Net, don’t pick your scabs (heheheh).