There is something beautiful (while also something a little frightening) about the wonderful Boganette receiving a tweet which says:
I believe in educating dumb girls like you in the fine art of get back in the kitchen you mindless cunt
From someone who links to a site with an intro paragraph stating:
Manhood Academy is the first worldwide male educational center specifically designed to train men in social competence.
I’m going to try to just chuckle about that instead of reflecting too deeply on the serious attempt at intimidation levelled against a fellow badass feminist and the frankly threatening worldview of men who honestly think that part of being “socially competent” is to treat over half the population as ambulatory fellatio-providing incubators.
Last Thursday I made a post about the Newlands College dean and her many fans who think it’s totally reasonable to call a pupil under her authority a slut.
My points were pretty basic feminist analysis: slut-shaming is a phenomenon of using sex to control women’s behaviour; skirt length rules in school uniforms are inherently sexist and based on the same notions of policing women’s appearance and behaviour.
But oh my, did that piss some people off.
Ladles and jellyspoons, the QoT semi-annual How Stupid Are You? awards!
First up, to the whinger who started it all, I present the Male Privilege: Lurkers Support Me On Facebook award to
Chris just wanted to clear things up, people! He just felt there were important matters to be address about how, um, the girl in question is evil! And her parents cried to the media! And, um, how dare you question the school which he totally has no connection to, except that he knows all the people involved and … oh shit, there I go Googling things and blowing his cover.
Then your beloved QoT looked at her blog stats and holy shit was she getting a lot of traffic from Facebook, and all of it to one post … and then other people posted using their real names and whaddaya know if they were all friends on Facebook too … and then I bemoaned the fact that apparently all of those mass-panic docos about young adults being oblivious to the consequences and lack of privacy of the internet were correct all along.
Once I started moderating all comments and posted to that effect, what do you know but Chris came along again to let us all know it totally wasn’t his fault and he totally didn’t condone the trolling of my blog by his friends.
And if we had any doubts about Chris’ privilege? Well, there went that.
Chris, it must be wonderful to live in a dreamworld where just posting a link to a person’s blog, presumably with some kind of “this horrid person is totes denying me my freedom of speech!” has absolutely no predictable, negative consequences.* It must be great to have such a sunny view of your Facebook friends that you honestly thought they would truck along here and say “Gracious QoT, I do humbly beseech you consider the most eloquent commentary of Chris, for he is verily a man of good heart”.
I would frankly love to live in this world of yours, where it somehow comes as a surprise, in the context of a post about women being attacked using sexist language, that the people on the side of the person using sexist language might also use sexist language.
But Chris need not have any fear of a double-award evening today, for the Do You Even Know Where You Are? award goes to his pal
who decided that the problem Chris was having was obviously down to me not being able to read or something, so he repeated Chris’ but-she-was-evil-and-she-did-break-the-rules post down to a T. Please note that’s “repeated”, not “summarised”, because dear Christ do these people wax lyrical.
I say it again because apparently this can’t be said enough: anyone can start a blog. It is quick and easy and free and then you can talk shit about whatever to your heart’s content. How the hell do you think Ideologically Impure got started?
Jordan’s crimes went on to include having a moan about “just” wanting an “open-minded” discussion and all the usual “it’s not derailment if it’s me derailing” excuses, but he earned a special place in my heart when this popped up in my inbox:
QoT do you have a feminist stance?
And that’s why he’s a winner tonight, for achieving that perfect balance between obliviousness and trollbait, leaving the moderator to ponder, “Is this a joke? But it sounds so sincere. But … surely a joke? Maybe he hasn’t read any other posts. But … what about the tag cloud? Or the other comments? Or the actual post he IS commenting on? SO CONFUSED.”
Jordan, you should be very proud right now. With such subtle trollery you have a great career as a privileged asshole in front of you. Alternatively, with such massive obliviousness you must lead a charmed life.
Our final category recognises that some people have great potential but just can’t go the distance without attention from enemies and peers alike. The Is That All? award goes to
for sending 8 identical comments in 48 minutes trying to make your blogger feel self-conscious about being a righteously angry feminist (using much smaller words, of course).
The judges felt Bob got off to a strong start, but failed to grasp that the art of the true spam-troll relies on volume and speed, not waiting to see if the fifth identical comment got deleted like the four before it before posting the sixth.
They noted however that Bob probably wasn’t helped by the utter lack of interest shown by his friends at bodybuilding.com in his surprisingly amateur “let’s troll this feminist like real men!” post. Presumably they had better things to do, like, um, talk about actual bodybuilding.
In conclusion, dear readers, one thing is clear: anti-feminist trolls and over-entitled privileged white boys are but two sides of the same coin. Each thinks that what you have to say can’t possibly be important if it’s not something they agree with, but the former merely wants to bully you into silence while the latter desperately wants you to stroke his intellect-cock and tell him he’s a clever boy.
Stunningly, both types actually think they have a right to wave their asses in your space. They don’t actually comprehend that you are the one in control, because the joys of being privileged little men mean they’re used to people bowing and scraping and letting them walk around with no pants on because they Deserve To Be Heard. And because they conflate “stating my viewpoint” with “everyone agreeing with me”, they’re never content to just comment, “I disagree and here’s why.” and then go away. As soon as someone engages with them and says “Well you’re actually wrong and off-topic”, they simply must keep talking until you agree or start deleting their comments – which has nothing to do with their behaviour, it’s obviously because you know you’re wrong but like a total girl you just can’t handle being wrong.
And of course they can’t possibly be off topic, because if they think something is relevant to the debate (usually because it Totally Proves Them Right) then it must be and how dare you point out that it’s irrelevant, it’s actually a much more important conversation to have so you must have it now!!!
The only thing we can do, dear friends, is remember that these sad little people will always find someone to pamper their egos and tell them that of course they’re allowed to walk around with their ass showing. But we do not need to pamper them or even acknowledge them, because our blogs are our spaces and there is actually no obligation on anyone to put up with asshattery or provide teaching moments to those who plainly do not see there is anything to learn.
Besides, nothing pisses off these douchebags like never letting their crap see the light of day. Poor diddumses, to never have their awesome smackdowns of the silly feminists (or people of colour or people with disabilities or any types of activist bloggers) published so everyone can say “YOU ARE SO RIGHT MR TROLL, YOU ARE AWESOME AND YOUR BLOG-COCK IS TRULY MAGNIFICENT”. Don’t you feel sorry for them?
*I make the assumption here, because I have no idea, that Chris’ post was somewhat innocuous and not of the “fuck this bitch is a bitch fuck her let’s spam her blog” nature, but that’s because I apparently have some faith left in humanity. Besides, oblivious male privilege fits the bill so well here that I don’t think we need put Chris on a level with his friend Bob further down.
My blog is currently experiencing a highly flattering influx of LOL GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN comments, which I’m sure are nothing to do with a commenter on this post running away to Facebook to whinge about Being Silenced By Nasty Feminists.*
As such, comments are being moderated until the petty wankstains fuck off. Carry on!
ETA: Comment policy updated. Suck it and see what your prize will be.
*As stated in that post, of course I don’t give a shit what people publish, or don’t publish, on their Facebook pages; but if you’re going to try and summon an army of support, at least tell them to use creative pseudonyms that can’t be immediately traced back to you, as the impact of a half-dozen critical comments is somewhat lessened when they’re all obviously your mates.
The New Zealand Census of Women’s Participation came out today, and let me tell you I am shocked to hear that our beloved NACT government has done six-sevenths of fuck all to close the gender pay gap.
I await with bated breath the outraged responses of sexism apologists who will be quick to say that that’s totally because women are generally in lower-paid work, completely and deliberately oblivious to the fact that if these statistics weren’t balanced to ensure they’re comparing identical or similar jobs, they’d be a shit-tonne worse.
Not to mention that if one does accept their assertions and try to engage in a discussion of why women are more likely to be in lower-paying occupations – because “caring” professions are less valued than “technical”, because girls are still told they can’t do math as well as boys, because women are a vast majority of child-rearers and part-time work isn’t as worthy as a “real” career, and anyway if you’re in a “real” career you’re fucked all over again because your bosses will assume that you’re one Mr Right away from skiting off to have babies … BAM! AND THE TROLLS ARE GONE.
As spotted by Eddie at The Standard, DPF has a breathtakingly satirical edge-of-your-seat parody press release up – stating that the Green Party’s real plan for reducing emissions is forced abortion of two out of three pregnancies.
It’s a shit post and a shit analogy and one hell of a dogwhistle. And on the one hand, it’s so fucking juvenile it should hardly be worth drawing attention to (except as an example of why Kiwiblog is a fucking sewer).
On the other there are aspects of this that fucking infuriate me.
It’s Maori Language Week, or Te Wiki o Te Reo Maori. Please excuse my lack of macrons, I do not wish to tempt fate and/or the fragility of WordPress.
First things first: serious, serious kudos to Nickelodeon. (Warning: auto-play)
Next: As soon as I saw Kelvin Davis had posted on Red Alert, in Maori, without providing a translation, I knew whinging trolls could not be far off. Call it instinct, call it seeing the same damn thing happen every time a university magazine publishes a Maori Language Week issue:
I don’t want to get into Paul Henry’s predictably obnoxious comments about Stephanie Mills of Greenpeace and her physical appearance. Gina has a [guest] post at The Hand Mirror about it, as does Tane at The Standard.
What I do want to point out, though, is how utterly oblivious some of the comments on that Standard post are (The Hand Mirror draws fewer Fungi from Yuggoth, but they’re there too).
If she knew she was going on TV, then why didn’t she shave first?
[Same commenter further down] Facial hair can be sorted out in about two seconds.
MIlls DOES have a moustache, it DOES look ridiculous, and of course all Henry did was read out emails.
And there’s bingo-triggering concern troll Madeleine:
I felt for the woman as having a problem like that is embarassing and having it all over TV is not nice but its like any personal problem that is visible, if you are about to go on TV you pop that pimple, you wipe that snot, you clean your face, you do your hair, you put on makeup and tidy clothes, you wax/shave your mo.
And I have just one very simple question:
Why the FUCK does Stephanie Mills owe you wankers a hair-free upper lip?
Oh, that’s right. She’s an independent, autonomous human being who can set her own priorities and make her own decisions and look however the fuck she wants to look. And especially when your fucking ilk are complaining over at THM that no one “has the right NOT to be offended”? It’s supreme fucking hypocrisy to simultaneously whine that you’ve been exposed to someone who clearly hasn’t had your specific aesthetic pleasure foremost in her mind.
I’m sorry to break it to you, guys, but societal beauty standards? Not actually laws. And while I’m sure you’re fucking thrilled that across the country hundreds of thousands of women are stressing the fuck out over invisible blemishes they’ve been assured are there by cosmetics ads, you know what? Some women don’t have the time, or the money, or the inclination (or they’re tweezing and curling and grooming according to their own damn aesthetics). And those women do not fucking owe you an existence without seeing a non-airbrushed human form.
Stephanie Mills can do whatever the fuck she likes with her appearance. At the end of the day, she’ll still be a fucktonne more dignified than you.
PS. GREENPEACE IS ONE FUCKING WORD YOU FUCKING IDIOTS.
When I was a wee thing, I thought Chris Trotter was pretty nifty. After all, he vowed to sing The Red Flag live on air if Labour won the election. But then over past years he’s failed to inspire.
Oh, and then, of course, he decided that people expecting Winston Peters to answer their questions (for once) was like a gang-rape.
And now he’s saying some pretty fucked up things about the Maori Party, as covered at No Right Turn:
If 70 percent of those availing themselves of the anomalous constitutional phemonenon of the Maori Seats do not unreservedly identify with the state responsible for preserving – and, indeed, augmenting – the institution of guaranteed Maori representation, then on what basis does that state sanction the Seats’ continued existence?
As NRT points out, the notion that Maori, by the simple act of identifying as Maori, are rejecting “New Zealander-ness” and therefore enemies of the state … well, it’s a bit fucking batshit, innit?
If it denies Labour a fourth term by negotiating a coalition agreement with National, that will amount to – and will be taken as – a declaration of war on the whole labour movement – brown as well as white.
Woooooooooooooooooow. Now, sure, on the one hand I can see a lot of Maori Party supporters being pretty hacked off if the Party entered a coalition agreement with National without gaining some bloody substantial policy concessions – and the same would go for the Greens, even. It could amount to political suicide on the Maori Party’s part.
But a declaration of war on the labour movement? Are you kidding?
Of course, given his ludicrously over-the-top response to criticism about the gang-rape comments (and cheers again to Craig Ranapia for doing the follow-up there):
How incredibly sad, that women who have the temerity to call themselves feminists are so blinded by their own self-righteousness that they actually feel more comfortable directing their outrage against the use of a simple literary metaphor, than in calling to account the person or persons responsible for tormenting and humiliating a fellow human-being.
… I think the truth’s out: Chris Trotter is that most feared of things – a real-life troll.