Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
Q:I can't help but find it rather amusing how self-righteous sjws are in general (I consider you one of them). You think you're making all these great, progressive changes in the world, you think you're the voice of every oppressed minority? Like hell. In reality, you're probably just a young girl sitting at a computer screen, thinking she's the goddam queen for yelling stuff like "STUPID IS AN ABELIST TERM!11!!" at everyone who passes. Your blog is inconsequencial and full of shit.
I’m not posting this to respond to the ironically self-righteous asshole, but to comment on how anonymous hate functions as a method to silence women on the internet. Let’s break this comment down really quickly.
First, there is the attempt to call me a “Social Justice Warrior” as an insult. Second, there is the attempt to insult me by calling me a “young girl,” with the intent to make me feel diminished and immature and the implication that young girls are stupid, self-righteous, and too full of themselves. Finally, there is the attempt to belittle my work by saying that it is inconsequential and full of shit.
I could rebut all of these points. I choose to call myself a SJW with a bit of humor, and I don’t see it as an insult. I’m most definitely not a young girl; I just graduated college and I work a full time job, which is why I haven’t been posting a lot lately. Furthermore, I find that young girls make some of the most insightful comments about feminism and Doctor Who, and their input has influenced the posts I write for this blog. This person’s attempt to call me a “young girl” would only insult me if I bought into their misogynistic opinions about the intelligence and assertiveness of young girls. Finally, I could remind this person that my work has been published and funded by grants, and that 14,000+ people follow this blog, so I know that others have recognized my work is good and that it is influencing others. Personally, I don’t really care if this doesn’t change the world in big dramatic ways. I’m just happy if it starts a discussion.
But that won’t change this person’s mind or stop them from sending me anonymous hate, because this isn’t really about me or my work. They are not engaging or criticizing any particular thing that I’ve discussed on my blog. They just want me to shut up.
You’re not important. You’re stupid and self-involved and too confident in yourself. Your work is shit and won’t change anything.
That’s not something someone says when they just disagree with you and want to criticize your work. That’s someone who hates the fact that you exist and you’re talking, and they just want to insult you and make you feel bad so that you shut up.
So, ladies, if you get anonymous hate messages like this, remember that it’s not really about you or your work. It’s a silencing tactic. Don’t let them silence you.
katedrawscomics said: The irony of a drive-by-hater anon calling anything ‘inconsequential’ is staggering.
Shhhh, that’s too much self-reflection for your average troll. You’ll hurt their poor little heads.
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Dr. Eugene Waters is the engineer on board the first trip to settle Mars. The success of the mission is jeopardized when his ship is hijacked by an alien station. Thus the future of mankind is questioned, as is the future of Water’s sex life.
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It’s been 200 years since mankind first settled on Mars… and found about about the aliens… and had a big War… but this is not about all that.
After his ship stalls on his way back to the Mars colonies, Clark Waters is forced to confront his childhood menace and brother’s best friend, the very same Evan Mitford who owns the repair shop in charge of fixing this problem. Hot, hot Evan who he’s been secretly attracted to for ages and who is now invading every inch of his life. Insults traded and barriers broken, someone’s getting f*cked.
Genre: M/M Romance; futuristic
Tags: mechanic, scientist, light BDSM, bullying, enemies to lovers, interracial
Word Count: 10,464
This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group’s “Love’s Landscapes” event on Goodreads. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.
It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographing “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “Black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc. … ie. the Black and [Latin@] and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” –
I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on.
So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards … it’s just being poor– but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.