Pat of Fantasy Hotlist has, naturally, responded to my post in a completely mature oh wait lol. I don’t really care that much, but I wanted to highlight a little something:
Keeping in mind that he wants a “friendly, more casual approach”? Keeping in mind that he said he’d “monitor” the comments? This is what he let through:
(Trigger warning: rape.)
Interesting that he’s a Ryan, by the way. Remember Ryan? The guy who was really obsessed with me and started flinging shit at anyone he thought agreed or cared to read me in any way? Mm-hmm.
In any case, this is the company Pat keeps and the kind of people who read Pat’s Fantasy Hotlist. My dear honky, this is not a compliment. This, you see, is what happens when you think you are a progressive liberal but are in truth nothing more than a racist, sexist asshole. The true colors show, Pat darling. That goes for most of his readership too.
I’d like to take this occasion to note how impotent they generally are–they are so scared shitless by the idea of feminism or anti-racism, expressed in a way they don’t like (i.e. a way they find difficult to ignore: hence all the tone arguments being flung around. For more, see here and here) that any time someone talks about such in a “tone” that riles them up, they close ranks and throw hissy fits. They hound anyone they think might possibly agree with, or not react like rabid dogs, to rhetoric like mine or that of say Tiger Beatdown, and whine at them until (it is hoped) the person who doesn’t scream “GOD SHE IS SO HATEFUL AND RACIST AND SEXIST” joins them in the chorus. Sadly, neckbeards are generally not possessed of half the persuasive power they think they do, so… all it comes off is TONE TONE TONE, which anyone who’s read Derailing for Dummies quickly recognizes. Then we have folks like Ryan, who fly absolutely off the handle and splat right into shit, like the above, no longer pretending that they are possessed of an intellect–but note that despite having said that shit he did, Ryan still thinks he’s not racist or sexist.
But taken all together, the neckbeards can’t really do very much apart from join hands and circle-jerk each other into a coma. They’re not very good at silencing anyone, and certainly not particularly good at recruiting. The more they talk, the more rampant douchiness and -isms they reveal, which generally tends to turn off decent human beings.
Charisma: the dump stat, as it were.