This post will interest few, if any, of you, but nevertheless it is my duty as a patriarchy-blaming gentleman farmer to publicly mourn the passing of my favorite horse blog, Fugly Horse of the Day. Fugly was written by an opinionated muckrakin’ horse chick who, okay, she sometimes made fun of hillbillies and pornulated women, but she actively advocated against patriarchal oppression of equines, so on balance I would say the overall effect was FAIRLY. EPIC. WIN!!!!1!
The horse industry, because the whole enterprise leeches off an enslaved and incarcerated population (the horses) while simultaneously preying upon a self-replenishing customer base of gullible horse-crazy romantics (the owners), is lousy with flim-flam, rip-offs, cruelty, deceit, abuse, ignorance, and murder. A code of silence is enforced among professionals and prominent breed and horse show associations alike, like it’s some kind of equestrian Cosa Nostra, which of course is how the abuse is perpetuated. Cathy of the Fugly blog, using equal parts shaming and humor, tirelessly outed the asshole trainers, the abusive subcultures, the dishonest horse traders, the hopeless hoarders, the con artists, and the irresponsible breeders. This was quite a public service, since speaking out against evil in the horse industry just isn’t done. As a result she endured shit of dudebros-against-radfems proportions: ridicule, lawsuits, death threats, etc.
Horribly, Cathy got too busy to blog and sold Fugly Horse of the Day for a reported $10K. I never knew you could sell a homemade blog for $10K! But I guess because so many horsey folks are fed up with the crapulent status quo, this one had gazillions of avid readers, making it a sort modest cash cow. Nobody knows who bought Fugly; it is suddenly being authored by someone whose identity has yet to be revealed. And who, by way of preparing the reader for the forthcoming onslaught of what she readily admits will be “bad grammar and awkward phrasing,” included this ominous statement in her introductory remarks:
For me blogging is about saying what I think, as I think it, a virtual barfing on the keys.
LE. SIGH. !!!11! .