Dishing Out Love & Hate Since 2003
In the politically correct and feminist world, “hate filled,” or “hate site”—or whichever way in which the pejorative is used (e.g., to describe this blog)—is a rhetorical devise employed as weasel words, well poisoning, hand waving—basically all amounting to one thing: “substitute my judgment for your own.” Don’t make up your own mind because if you insist, you risk being cajoled, shunned, shamed, exiled, ostracized—or smeared, if you possess more social power: influence over other minds. Such charges are typically accompanied by cherry-picked word or sound bites to “substantiate” such claims so you don’t bother to take in the full context and honestly engage your own mind in a process known as honest logical integration: discrimination, wide-scope accounting, balancing, differentiation, distinction.
Shorter version: It’s one of the many ways in which the general banality of PC/feminism seeks the lazy, dishonest route to acceptance, crowd pleasing, domination and influence. Even shorter: listen to them. They know. They’ve “studied” this stuff. There’s “advanced feminism,” now, but I’ll get to that later.
Let me make it simple for you: I. Don’t. Care. I told you already, I only deal in love or hate, never indifference. I also told you that I collect smart people. Wanna see how much I don’t care about anything else related to blogging? Go take a look at the right sidebar—PaleoDrama; Read the Worst, First—click on it and just see where it takes you. Then tell me how much I care about what McEwen thinks or hand picks for PaleoDrama. And oh, by the way, wanna see what ideas you’re really getting by proxy? Meet Melissa McEwAn.
Melissa McEwen’s New Conscience and BFF: Feminist Writer Melissa McEwan
[Update: That was the caption below the pic snagged off Google that originally resided here. She’s the founder of Shakesville. It’s a culture blog heavily weighted in feminist concerns (football bat to me, largely), but see below for more on that. After the initial kerfuffle on Twitter in which I blocked her because I know myself and didn’t want to spend a day in a Tweet war—I eventually got a true sense of why she objected to me using it (as I wrote, she could have just asked nicely). Thing is, once I know something I didn’t know before, that’s what I have to deal with. I have zero doubt that McEwan has dogs, cats, nephews, nieces, friends, family—and blog readers, to draw a distinction—who think she’s one or all of her 3 cats’ meows—a given, and something that might be a good idea to consider whenever you decide to go after anyone.
What got to me was 2 things: 1) she loves the silly shirt (everyone gets to go to hell in their own go-cart) and, 2) she was at a friend’s house having fun with people she loves.
The French have a word that doesn’t translate to meanie very elegantly: méchant. Basically, it’s being a meanie for the sake of being a meanie (though can be used both ways). While I love being a meanie on an acute level, I can’t bring myself to do it chronically, for its own sake. /Update]
The whole thing finally became clear to me the other night when I read McEwen’s hastily drafted response to my posting of my email to Mark Frauenfelder of Boing Boing. I laughed out loud: “Heheh, don’t worry. I’m no delicate flower.” What a mess of entitlement and blame for her own problems. Quotes in bullet form.
- he used misogynistic language to dismiss my arguments
- as long as they are “cool” then men will refrain from bullying them
- it hurt me
- it was hard on me
- that kind of language is so detrimental
- this abuse silences and excludes people
- acting cool in the fact of abuse
- My health on paleo had been frail
- I didn’t stand up to myself at first
- I was barely holding myself together
- paleo was abusive both physically and psychologically
- It makes me so sad
- they are suffering too
- no longer feeling the need for approval
- allows me to get through things
- threatening to rape and murder me
- I’m not a victim
- I’ve been through worse
- I refuse to engage in Oppression Olympics
- that doesn’t mean it is harmless
My goodness. And add to that how she’s taken to going around in various comment threads and on PaleoDrama using phrases like “that’s disappointing” or “that’s troubling” in referring to some action or words of others, or, “I’d prefer if you…” “Denounce him; then we’ll talk.” and so on. At that point, I realized that her very first tagline for her project—that she quickly changed when I mocked it—is still all what it’s about and only what it’s about.
“”Dispatches from the paleo cesspool. Why? Too much silence for too long, it’s catharsis, and for every post I put up, I’m more and more motivated to do something else besides sit in the cesspool.”
One might hope she puts up a lot of posts then, so she might feel better and get out of the “cesspool” already, because after all, she’s been “silenced” for too long. Yes, she has resorted to using virtually every weasel word and phrase in the feminist handbook: “silenced, repressed, hated, excluded, discriminated, othered…” and the list goes on. All words basically designed to create the illusion that she’s at the point of some archetypical man’s gun, when she’s not. If she was silent, that was her choice. It’s. That. Simple. …Done.
Anyway, the whole thing is simple. You like Melissa and Melissa? Fine. Good luck with that. You like Sisson and not me? Fine. No probs; I like him better than me, too. Paul Jaminet’s your man and I suck? I’d probably agree with you. Wolf? If he didn’t exist we’d have to invent him anyway.
Everybody gets to do what they want. Come in the revolving door here, stay a while or a long time, or go right back out. I’ll have plenty to keep me occupied. Wanna pressure my friends publicly to not be my friends in public? Knock yourselves out. Everyone has a right to not be associated with me professionally and I fully understand that goes with the territory for my style of blogging—and have never even implied public recognition to be a condition of friendship—go ask any one of them yourselves.
At this point I’m simply overwhelmed by the banality of it all. Go ahead, get your “advanced feminism” over at the other Melissa’s place, Shakesville. You can even drop a comment. A brief except from a very long comment policy.
Comments are open to anyone as long as they don’t troll and/or traffic in racist, sexist, homophobic, trans*phobic, ableist, ageist, sizeist, or otherwise overtly objectionable commentary based on people’s intrinsic characteristics. Hate speech, slurs, rape apologia, rape jokes and metaphors, violent imagery and rhetoric, threats, trolling, concern trolling, derailing, playing the Oppression Olympics, pointless belligerence, sockpuppeting, silencing tactics, accusations of bad faith, disrespecting the mods, including ignoring them, telling contributors what they should be writing about or how they should be writing about it, and/or invoking the [TW] blogmistress’ personal experience to use against her, or doing the same to any of the contributors, mods, or other commenters…
Or, go prepare your tax return…it’s a lot easier to figure out. …I was curious to look up “Oppression Olympics,” as the other other Melissa used it as well.
Competing in the Oppression Olympics attaches something like a moral dimension to oppression, in which the most oppressed are worthier.
People who participate in Oppression Olympics tend to ignore the fact that it’s possible for multiple groups to be oppressed, and necessary to address all those problems, without choosing a single group to get all the anti-oppression activism. Oppression Olympics also tends to ignore Intersectionality, except where the existence of multiple degrees of oppression can help an individual participant “win”.
Beginning a round of Oppression Olympics is generally seen as Derailment or even as a Silencing tactic, as it attempts to prevent or deflect discussion of one kind of oppression by denying its legitimacy or existence, downplaying its importance, or simply switching the focus to another.
Or you could simply say: “hey, quit hogging all the oppression!” Or, “now stop oppressing me with all of your claims to superior oppression.
No, I’m not even making any of this shit up. A couple of days ago I was toying at the idea of “striking the root;” that is, including critiques of modern feminism from time to time in my Politics & Culture category. Problem is, upon closer examination, I can’t even muster the enthusiasm to let loose a c-word, even an f-bomb. I mean, it all strikes me as so marginalized and self-caricatured ridiculous that it’ll either self-destruct of its own inner whatever, or remain so radically marginalized that nobody’s gonna care anyway. Yawnsville. Or, in short, it’s so anti-human it will eventually go extinct.
So, yea, sorry for the diversion over the last couple of weeks kicked off by the Howitzering of Robb Wolf. Melissa isn’t important enough to continue with The Documentary and Evelyn has her own problems to contend with in the form of CarbSaneR Carole Sampson. And, she’s documenting Evelyn’s smears of others post by post anyway. Moreover, even a stalwart commenter of Evelyn’s has apparently had enough.
Her last posting on Robb Wolf – again! – did it for me. She has now officially jumped the shark! Let’s see if she posts my comment to that effect.
She’s now giving me an aneurysm. I told her she needs a life.
If she posts anything else about Jimmy Moore/Robb Wolf/Richard Nikoley I’ll probably puke!
Yea, what is there, like a dozen posts by now because Robb told her to go eff herself in a Tweet? Speaking of Robb, I’ll close with this: “If somebody doesn’t want to buy in? Fuck ’em. Done.” A minute 40.
Alright, and now I’ll get to some more productive things like a Milk Diet Update (Week 5), a post on a new study involving gut flora and emotions in humans, and probably tomorrow, a detailed review on the 1972 book I mentioned yesterday.
Update: Funsville. That was quick (a big panty bunch from Shakesville) And no, I’ve no intention of even looking at those comments. I’d rather stick needles in my eyes (stole that one from Jack Nicholson).