More excerpts from the comments!
July 11, 2010 at 4:05 pm
[…] They make trailer parks look classy and nuanced.
Dr. Sarah Tonin
July 11, 2010 at 10:48 pm
@Valerie, I agree with the basic sentiment of your comment, but druther you’d pick a less classist analogy than “trailer park”. Cheers.
July 11, 2010 at 11:16 pm
^ Lest Valerie forget that impossible high standard the internet feminist is held to!
July 11, 2010 at 11:19 pm
Grrr think I too am giving feminism a break. I’ll come back when we have anything resembling something where ‘feminists’ don’t tear each other down at the first chance. ‘Patriarchy handmaidens’, spot on.
Don’t I know it. When your blogular practice of Internet feminism gets corrected by total strangers, it’s about as appealing as when some nattering nabob of a poindexter corrects your grammar. As a professional Internet feminist, my ass is hangin’ there on both lines pretty much around the clock. Smarty pantses (or is it smarties pants?) and finger-waggers line up around the block all the live-long day, just waiting for a chance to correct some little infraction. I’d be lying if I said this didn’t completely chafe the spinster butt-cheeks.
I remember one time I typed “morays”, like the eels, instead of “mores,” like the normative conventions and attitudes embodying the fundamental moral values of a particular society, the contravention or rejection of which by individuals or subgroups is liable to be perceived as a threat to stability. I can’t say why I wrote “morays” instead of “mores”; if anyone knows the difference between an eel and a normative convention, ’tis I. But I did it all the same. And sure enough, though it was perfectly clear from the context of my post that eels were not among the topical considerations of the essay, a lurking poindexter lost no time. She leaped from the bushes and executed a “gotcha!” in the comments, exposing my dreadful usage mishap for the entire world to see. She performed this gotcha, not with a simple “hey, you typed the wrong word,” or a pleasantry about eels and their social fishiologies, but with an unnecessarily (I thought) elaborate explication of my error, including definitions, pronunciations, Latin origins of both words, and a goddam supercilious (I thought) tone. The cheeks were chafed.
I have complained about this before. Remember dear old Cuntalinagate? No? Well, here’s what happened. Last year — I forget exactly when — I used the word “cuntalina” as a pejorative to describe — I forget exactly who — and lo! The Feminist Secret Service was deployed toot sweet to fishslap me into compliance with the relentless, sanctimonious, supercilious metrical Formula of Internet Feminist Conformity and Propriety. Demands for an explanation were conferred. I became Misogynist of the Year. I got voted off my own island. I got compared to Mengele. It was all “oh my god, Twisty, you called a woman a cunt! You’ve set women’s rights back 50 years! All my hopes and dreams just went down the crapper and you suck shit through Hefty bags! The kids and I are burning the computer we used to read your posts!”
Here’s what I said then, so I don’t have to think up a new paragraph to say it again now.
I’m damned glad you guys are taking this feminism thing seriously. Really. Nothing could be more heartwarming, except, possibly, certain heartwarming nature crap, than that there exist women who are able to grasp that “cuntalina” is an antifeminist slur.
But seriously, get off my fucking case already with this hypervigilant radfem hall monitor shit. The policey, self-righteous, gotcha bullshit around here generally is chapping my entire hide. When and if I commit some egregious ideological error that threatens the very fabric of the cosmos I’ll make Twisty fucking cop to it, as you fucking well know if you’ve been reading this blog for more than five minutes. But this cuntalina uproar is fucking absurd. Jayzus in a jetpack.
Anyway, far be it from me to tell anyone what to do! So I’m not demanding that interested parties should check their annoying habit of going for the jugular whenever they perceive the slightest opportunity to cut some hapless fellow Internetian (rhymes with “Venetian”) off at the knees and feast on her imperfect brains. I’m just saying, maybe you’re being a jerk to act all offended and self-righteous when your victims, weary of the constant prissy-ass doctrinairian hectoring, go a little postal.
Nobody likes a rat-fink.
But on the other hand, what to do about insouciant, stereotype-perpetuating remarks concerning the philosophic depth of trailer parks? Haven’t we a moral imperative to nip this shit in the bud? Because if we don’t check call out these heinous anti-trailerite lapses, pretty soon feminism itself will be torn completely asunder and polar bears will go extinct.
It is a fine line we walk, you and I. It may be suggested, in the interest of peace and harmony, that when confronted with one of these intolerable slurs, the slurrer herself be recused from any subsequent critique. Also that the zingy take-down, popular though it is, be relinquished, and that the focus of the critique be ideological rather than personal. Perhaps affording the slurrer an opportunity to broaden her horizons rather than force her to defend herself from an angry mob of Trailer Park Rightsists. One might strive to be educationy, rather than imperious.
This is suggested, of course, despite the high probability that nobody will pay it the slightest attention. Why won’t they? Because it is the Way of the Internet — yes, even the Feminist Internet — to self-aggrandize by any means necessary. Usually the means is dominating anyone who shows the slightest weakness. In the end, the lone chumps left standing will be those few who can withstand the longest the Internet’s Death by a Thousand Cuts (or Venomous Morays).
But blowing off feminism because couple of amateur feminists make stupid remarks on a small-time blog? Aw.