Displease Me And I Will Crush You With My Mighty Thighs Of Wrath…
God, what a gold mine.
Here’s Pandagon’s Amanda Marcotte posting Blogger Grrrl’s Rules:
How To Get Banned:
Bore me.
And for the brand new crop of tedious bores who blame feminism for
all your problems, though you have no real idea what
“feminism” is, except you know that it has something to do
with women, who you don’t like much, I will say this. Don’t
whine when you yammer on in a boring style until you are banned. The
internet is not all that different from real life. You know what
getting tossed out of public places for assholery and groping women is
like. You can take it here.
Here are some random thoughts on that post:
You think John Edwards is gonna be President? You think he’s
surrounded himself with competent professionals? If so, just remember
that his campaign was going to pay cash money for this sort of writerly
talent:
And for the brand new crop of tedious bores who blame
feminism for all your problems, though you have no real idea what
“feminism” is, except you know that it has something to do
with women, who you don’t like much, I will say this.
OK, she said “this”. You have your explanation.
Everybody, say “this”. You are now at one with the explanation.
There, don’t you feel better? I know I do.
And while I may not have any real idea what “feminism” is, I do
happen to have a real idea about what constitutes a sentence. Now I
understand that when you’re literary guidepost is Markos Moulitsas, you
may be a bit fuzzy on the basics of syntax, structure and grammar.
Still, it would seem to me that if you’re going to hold yourself out as
a professional writer, you should be able to write a proper sentence.
But that’s just me… And as I’m both conservative and male, what the fuck do I know.
Then there is Amanda’s idea of what constitutes “real life”:
The internet is not all that different from real life. You
know what getting tossed out of public places for assholery and groping
women is like. You can take it here.
This will no doubt come as a shock to Blogger Grrrl, but real life is, in fact, quite different from the internet.
In real life, if you really are serious about having a career, there
are situations that call for certain levels of restraint and decorum.
And it doesn’t really matter if you think said restraints and decorum
are patriarchal and oppressive: If you cannot reach those levels of
restraint and decorum, you are penalized.
For example, if, in real life, you go into a job interview and mock
Jesus, insult Catholics and the Catholic Church, all while using the
word “fuck” at least twice in every sentence, you don’t get the job to
begin with. Ever.
That’s a real big difference right there.
And, in real life, even if you hate people of other races, religions
(or any religion, for that matter), cultures and/or genders, you
usually have to come into the possession of some sort of self-control
about that hatred when dealing with others to navigate life
successfully.
For example, when in the presence of, say, males, it is best not to
verbalize the assumption that each and every one of them routinely
gropes, beats and/or rapes women simply on the basis that as they are male,
these are the sorts of things they do for funzies. This is especially
true if you’re always bitching about how bigoted everyone else is and
how open-minded you are.
That’s another fairly big difference.
However, I’d venture to say, in Amanda’s case at least, that the
biggest difference between real life and the internet is that in real
life, Amanda would be able to see just how many people scurry away from
the lunch room, break room and/or water cooler whenever she
approaches…
You don’t get that sort of visual clue when you’re blogging.
Which is too bad for her.
YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS STUFF UP!
::Tullycast:: 