Note: This is a post about a post about a lot of posts about another post. If recursive blogular navel-gazing chokes you with ennui, you might consider reading something more riveting, like the reference manual to Microsoft Excel.
This morning, as the rosy fingers of dawn chucked the Austin sky under its easy-goin’ chin, an email from a long-time reader dazzled me with the intelligence that I, Twisty Faster, am being “damned on no less than a dozen blogs.” The reader congratulated me on the accomplishment. Of course the only thing worse than being damned on no less than a dozen blogs is being damned on no less than eleven blogs. Still, damning is damning, and as I had a spare 30 minutes in today’s hectic schedule of bungee jumping, crack smoking, and mud wrestling, I decided to look into the matter.
My method was flawlessly scientific. I consulted SiteMeter for a list of web pages from which I Blame The Patriarchy was recently accessed. From this I determined that most of the no-less-than-a-dozen blogs are a single post at Feministe (interestingly, the next-highest share of referrals belonged to a blog called Comics Worth Reading, which for some reason does not damn me much at all; somewhat further down the food chain I found a forum of bottomfeeding teenage boys who just can’t get over the S.C.U.M. Manifesto, gushing with relish “what is the summery to this shit? Gawd women talk to much”).
The inspiration for the damning Feministe thread turned out to be a mammoth (250+ comments) thread here at I Blame The Patriarchy. The thread was one that had been hijacked, as innocent young threads so often are, from a conversation on lipstick-as-a-human-rights-violation to, of all things, a referendum on transgenderism. My multi-blogular damnation has been occasioned by the “hate speech” that flowed unchecked amongst the commentariat on that thread. My damners fall, as far as I can tell, into three camps. I will now list the camps, and follow with remarks personalized for each.
Camp 1 contains the damners who believe me to be an inefficient blog moderator, and that it is, in fact, irresponsible to be an inefficient blog moderator.
Camp 2 contains those who believe that I do not take sufficient interest in transgender politics and am therefore “transphobic”.
Camp 3 (my favorite camp) contains those who believe I am a mesmerizing cult leader.
To Camp 1 campers: It is true that my moderating skillz are not mad. On those occasions when the pressing duties of spinster auntdom prevent me from poring over any given discussion in detail, it is my policy to more or less rely on the commentariat to keep a civil tongue in its head, or at the very least refrain from total jerkbag asswipery. Usually, because my readers are not, as a rule, idiots, this policy is sufficiently efficacious; whether it is irresponsible I cannot say, but if it is, then irresponsible I must be, for the sad truth is that there will always be times when I can’t lavish the blog with the tender affection and gentle caresses it so richly deserves.
Fortunately, in this case Shannon had the graciousness to intervene with a timely (she called it “angry”) email.
To those Camp 1 campers who desire the satisfaction of open retribution or revenge banning or what have you, I’m afraid I will be unable to oblige you; though nothing says “Happy New Year!” like a good, unfettered public humiliation, I find I am not sufficiently constituted to slog through that whole stupid thread merely to make a show of dominating a few morons. The offending parties know who they are, and in future will either put a sock in it or risk disemvowelation.
To Camp 2 campers: While transgender politics is not my area of expertise, I’m certainly not going to stand in the way of anyone who feels like transgendering. To suggest that I am “transphobic,” or that I support discrimination against, vilification of, or inconvenient restroom conditions for transpersons — while perhaps understandable given the circumstance of the recent unpleasantness — is to grossly mischaracterize my views.
To Camp 3 campers: I’ll be dispensing Kool-Aid tomorrow afternoon at Flipnotics, right after lunch. Bring cashier’s checks and all your worldly possessions.
UPDATE: Just after posting this essay, I discovered quite a breathtaking little “fuck-you Twisty non-sense” post at brownfemipower, too. Over 300 comments! So much damning, and so little time!