I got sand in my vagina, and it’s all Twitter’s fault!

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A self-proclaimed feminist and atheist from Washington claims she got Teh PTSD™ from Twitter, and not only that but it’s as bad as the post traumatic stress service members suffer in combat!

Yeah, I thought this was from The Onion too, but apparently it’s real.

Melody Hensley was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder 16 months ago following online abuse, which she says is the result of her being an outspoken feminist and atheist.

She caused upset to many military veterans and their families and friends when she claimed her PTSD from Twitter trolls was as bad as mental anguish suffered by those who do active duty.

Let’s, for a moment, assume that this woman really does have a disorder, and that it is so severe, that she cannot leave her bed or her house, as she claims. Let’s assume that her symptoms are comparable to those of vets who saw their battle buddies – people with whom they were as close as family – blown up, who held their friends’ mangled bodies as they died, who picked up pieces of their friends from the bloody streets, or even of those who spent a year under the threat of enemy fire every day.

(I should get a Medal of Honor just for being able to actually force myself to write that sentence!)

What kind of pusillanimous, spineless zero would allow Internet trolls to affect her in this manner?

What kind of FEMINIST would allow a bunch of idiots to victimize her to the point of incapacitation?

FEMINIST? My aching asshole!

So, I responded to Hensley’s claims on Twitter with my usual… eh… tact.  Hey, you all should be proud of me. I didn’t curse!

And wouldn’t you know it, I got a reply! Not from Hensley, but from a horde of shrieking harpies, who jumped to her defense like tics looking for fresh blood!

It started with someone claiming I’m an embarrassment to feminism, because I don’t subscribe to the “Hensley is a survivor” theory.

Yes, you read this correctly. This person actually believes that someone who got sand in her vagina because of a bunch of Internet trolls is a “survivor,” which implies an internal strength – intestinal fortitude – to fight and win against a challenge or threat.

As ridiculous as this sounds, these… uh… women apparently believe that curling up in a ball, sucking your thumb and claiming victimhood is somehow comparable to actually fighting a battle and winning it. (Added: Someone informed me that this Oolon thing is a male. Wow, I wonder if its testicles actually ever dropped!)

Another one joined the fray with the following (click on the twitter pic, if it doesn’t show up):

And she got the most appropriate reply possible, given her implication, and responded in the only way you expect ignorant cowards with no actual mental capacity to discuss anything of substance to respond.

Other Tweets followed from various feministas about how I’m a horrible person, about how I have no right “to dismiss someone’s claims of having PTSD” (I do have that right under the First Amendment, unless of course, Twitter decides I’ve used their service inappropriately and makes a decision to shut me down), and, of course, the ubiquitous claim of “harassment,” which is not covered by the First Amendment.  Never mind that one Tweet from one individual refuting the whole “I’m a feminist, I’m a victim, and I will persevere against mean people” PTSD claim does not qualify under the legal definition of harassment; these shrews persisted.

Of course, the problem with that claim is that one individual tweeting one critical thought does not harassment constitute. Not even under the most liberal of definitions. But you know what does constitute harassment per the shrew’s claim? The group of them attacking me. When I pointed that inconvenient fact out to the hag horde they quickly stopped tweeting at me for some unknown reason. Funny how that works, eh? But if you think it ended there, you’re sadly mistaken. Tweets ranged from “Fuck you, I have PTSD from a car crash” to this little gem here:

And you know what they all had in common?

The claim that somehow their “victimhood” gave them moral authority over their adversary.

These people claim their weakness is their strength. They couldn’t possibly fight their adversaries without the pedestal that is their oozing sore. They couldn’t possibly defeat challenges without using the ladder of victimhood. Their claim to martyrdom is, in their eyes, what gives credibility to their claims and bolsters their arguments.

It’s pathetic.

If they fail to achieve something, it’s because they were victimized.

If they did achieve something, they aggrandize the accomplishment by their “survivor” status.

They need validation at every turn about how strong and capable they are, and if you don’t give it to them, “Fuck you! I’m a survivor.”

And this is what is considered feminism nowadays?

This simplistic, sad excuse doesn’t even come close!

Feminism is a state of mind. It’s the recognition that you may be at a disadvantage, but you will figure out a way to defeat your adversary anyway. It’s not clubbing your opponent over the head with your festering wounds and claiming a moral victory, but rather the ability to win despite those wounds, so your enemy never knows you had them in the first place.

Feminism does not involve curling up in a ball and sucking your thumb in defeat, and then using that defeat to claim victim status. It’s not reveling in being a victim and not advertising your weakness to the world, but overcoming that suffering and persevering anyway.

These women aren’t feminists.

They are deplorable, miserable victims, who think so little of themselves and their abilities, that their weakness becomes the single most important weapon in their arsenal – a weapon they use to shame others into submission.

You’re hurtful…

You’re harassing…

You’re an awful person…

You’re privileged (always my favorite one)…

You’re blaming the victim…

You’re appropriative (that’s one I haven’t seen before, but I’m sure it has everything to do with my so-called “privilege”)…

All this translates to is “You’re mean to me. I’m weaker than you are, and you should therefore genuflect in front of my defects.”

There’s no strength. There’s no struggle, except what is in these aching twits’ minds. There’s no effort. There’s no fight, no matter how much Hensley and her sniveling legions like to pretend there is.

Once you have admitted the ache in your vagina and relegated yourself to a bed for more than a year, you have lost. Opening your laptop to expose to the Twitter world your miserable, leaking sores does not qualify as “fighting,” no matter how loudly you whine to the contrary. It qualifies as nothing more than weak mewling, and that ain’t feminism either.

Get this straight – your failure is your own. It’s not mine, because I refuse to bow to your mediocrity. It’s not the world’s because their refusal to agree with you has caused you butthurt. It’s yours.

And to compare your inability to cope with the world to real trauma experienced by those who lose limbs, lose friends and lose lives is insulting and weak.

You want to be a whining martyr? Choose another category. I’ve taken feminism back.

 

Women and guns

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I never thought I was a rare breed – a woman who actually enjoys shooting and takes personal responsibility for her own safety by having a concealed carry permit and actually carrying a gun.  But apparently, according to this guy, I’m some kind of an anomaly.  While examining the allegedly paltry number of women who attend NRA conventions, this particular misogynistic tool somehow decided that:

1 – Shooting sports will never be popular with women until women start worrying more about their guns than about their lipstick.

2 – Women won’t take any rational steps to defend themselves with the most effective tools on the market, because they’re too worried about getting dirty, smelly and whether or not their pretty little gun and its accessories match their shoes.

3 – Women won’t find training with their firearm as important as looking sexy in their earplugs.

No, I’m not even kidding.  Apparently, this tool lost his penis (which also doubles as his brain) somewhere in the depths of his desk drawer, which is likely filled with paraphernalia meant to make him look more masculine… you know… deer urine spray, a Zippo lighter, a body building magazine, along with a dog-eared, sticky copy of Maxim, and a small comb for that cheesy mustache.

Gee, am I generalizing?

How’s it feel?

Women & Guns

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I’ve never been someone who screams for attention.  I write this blog for me – not for anyone else.  I don’t take advertising dollars.  I don’t plop my links down at more popular blogs just to get some traffic.  If my friends decide to link to my blog, I’m grateful, but I don’t live for traffic.  I don’t care if people read or not.  That’s why I sometimes use language that is… well… somewhat salty.  If people like what I write, I am grateful.  If they don’t, so what?

But this is one time I will toot my own horn.  Recently, a writer named Genie Jennings interviewed me for an article in Women & Guns magazine.  She used a combination of interview questions and passages from the very first article that I ever had published – The Moment – to write a very nice story about me.  It’s very sweet, and she did a great job. 

I’m sort of humbled, because she makes me sound a lot better than I am.  Yes, I served in the Army, both on active duty and in the National Guard.  Yes, I’m a mom.  Yes, I’m a blogger and a writer. It doesn’t sound nearly as impressive as when Genie writes about me, but I thank her for her kindness.

How to quickly piss me off, pt. 2

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You can tell David Codrea and I have known one another for a few years.  He really knows how to get my panties in a bunch.  Just mention women, religious zealots, abuse and defenselessness and my blood begins to boil.

The religious instruction on how male (and I use that term loosely) members of the Religion of Piss should beat their wives is straight out of the bowels of hell!

“One of the husband’s rights is to discipline his wife if she is
disobedient. What does the word ‘disobedience’ mean? Disobedience is to
leave the house without the husband’s permission, to refuse to obey the
husband in bed, to speak to the husband impolitely, or to do the
opposite of what he likes. All these are forms of disobedience.

[...]

“The first measure for reforming a disobedient wife is to admonish her.
The husband should talk to her gently, reminding her of God, and
reminding her that if she wants to enter Paradise, she must obey him.
He must tell her that by pleasing her husband, she pleases God, and
that his rights supersede the rights of her parents.”

[...]

“Okay, if admonishing doesn’t work, the next measure is
‘banishment.’ Some say that the wife should be banished from his bed,
while others say he should refrain from having sex with her, although I
do not agree with the latter view, because having sex is one of the
rights of the husband, so how can he discipline her by depriving
himself of sex?

“It’s enough if he refrains from smiling and
saying nice things to her, and instead, he gives her the cold shoulder,
but he has the right to have sex with her, even during banishment.”

[...]

“Okay, he’s tried admonishing, he’s tried banishment
but nothing. Her emotions are numb, and she says: Good riddance. So
what is the next measure? “…and beat them.” Beating. The Prophet
Muhammad said that the beatings should be light, and that one should
avoid the face, or the sensitive areas, which might lead to broken
bones, or might leave a mark that would spoil her beauty, whether on
her face or anywhere on her body. Beatings that draw blood, or break
bones, or leave a scar, a black mark on the skin, or any obvious mark,
which would make people know that she was harshly beaten this is
forbidden.

“How should the beatings go? Maybe a light slap on her
shoulder, or maybe a not-so-light pinch, or a kind of gentle shove. He
should make her feel that he wants to reform her, and let her know that
he is displeased with her. It is like saying: None of the measures that
work with sensitive people work with you. A word would be enough for
any wife with lofty morals, but with you, words do not help.

“Then
he attempts a new direction, appealing to her femininity and emotions,
by making her feel that he doesn’t want her or love her. When this
doesn’t work, he says to her: With you, I have reached a stage which is
only appropriate for inhumane people the stage of beating.

“Beating
is one of the punishments of religious law. What kind of people are
beaten? Virgin adulterers, both men and women, are beaten as a means of
discipline. Who else is beaten? A person who committed an offense and
was sentenced by the judge to beatings. Who else is beaten? Someone who
committed a crime. By beating his wife, the husband is saying: You’ve
committed a grave sin that merits beatings.”

Oh, yeah.  They’re peaceful and tolerant, alright.  They indoctrinate young girls into a life of subservience – a life that makes them little more than cattle in the eyes of their so-called “men.”  They teach them their lives are worth shit, that they’re to obey and prostrate themselves at the feet of the worthless swine they call husbands.  They teach them that they’re worth nothing, and therefore not worthy of the act of self defense.

Meanwhile the men are taught that their wives are nothing more than property… that hurting and harming them is not only acceptable, but required under the twisted principles of their demented death cult!

Trust me when I tell you David is correct.  Any twisted “cleric” who would advise any man of mine to attempt to discipline me in this manner would be force fed his own testicles in a Cobb salad.  The Glock would be reserved for any man who would take this gasbag’s advice on how to treat women.

The rusty fork would be reserved for the giver of said advice.

Zealots abound

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I hate zealots.  Religious nuts or any other extremists make my skin crawl.  It’s one thing to have a relationship with whatever deity you happen to worship. It’s quite another to actively work to impose that relationship on others, whether by government force or via good old fashioned bullying.  I thought that’s the kind of twisted zealotry we were fighting against when we took on the Taliban and the fundamentalist Islamist swine who killed thousands of our citizens. 

I’m not thrilled with nimrods who use religious dogma to perpetuate hatred and infringe upon others’ rights.  It oogs me out to see fundamentalist fruitcakes try to ban books they find objectionable, ban television shows that don’t toe the religious line or try to force others to conform to their standards of dress or behavior. 

And this just makes me angry.  Jewish people are supposed to be our allies against Islamist crazies.  Since when do they start acting like them?  Frankly, twisted shit like this is what makes organized religion so unpalatable to me.

In Israel’s ultra-Orthodox Jewish community, where the rule of law
sometimes takes a back seat to the rule of God, zealots are on a
campaign to stamp out behavior they consider unchaste. They hurl stones
at women for such “sins” as wearing a red blouse, and attack stores
selling devices that can access the Internet.

In recent weeks,
self-styled “modesty patrols” have been accused of breaking into the
apartment of a Jerusalem woman and beating her for allegedly consorting
with men. They have torched a store that sells MP4 players, fearing
devout Jews would use them to download pornography.

“These
breaches of purity and modesty endanger our community,” said
38-year-old Elchanan Blau, defending the bearded, black-robed zealots.
“If it takes fire to get them to stop, then so be it.”

And what, exactly, makes these zealots any different from their twisted Taliban counterparts?  How can we justify allying ourselves with demented animals who think that their faith entitles them to abuse others?  They throw rocks, attack women with pepper spray, spit on them, vandalize businesses that sell MP4 players and pay thugs to beat and threaten women for acts of brazenness such as wearing a red blouse or walking down a street with a man!

Can honor killings be far behind?

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