The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.
Please allow me to be vague. I was trolled. It started with an email: You are insensitive and two-faced. The intensity increased with each new message: Integrity is a quality I would seek if I were you. Until the vitriol stopped populating my inbox (after several requests to cease and desist)… only to find it had a new home on the Twittersphere:
Then Le Clown fucks you over like a cunt – beware of two-faced sickos who get off on hearing about rape and child abuse from women.
I was upset. I shared the tweet with my wife, who always calls it like it is: Le Clown, you’ve been slandered! You are now officially internet famous. A sweet dose of truth. Come, my superstar hubby, let’s go to bed. I was alleviated.
I woke up fragile—celebrities have feelings too. But it was a sunny day, and vitamin D (plus caffeine) does a weary mind good. What drags you down, however, is a message like this one, from a self-proclaimed feminist, waiting to greet you in the moderation queue:
So tell me Le Clown, what do you do for an encore? Suborn the torture and butchery of little girls in snuff porn for a hefty commission and then crow to the world that they “chose” that, that they enjoyed it? Traumatize under-aged trafficking victims into suicide? [...] Your [sic] worse than a trafficker: you try to make money off of discrediting survivors. [...] There isn’t a big enough rock for you to crawl under and hide your disgusting ass from the light of day.
(You saw it too? Surprisingly, even in my flabbergasted state I noticed her spelling mistake.) In all my years as a blogger, and as a real, life-sized, flesh and blood human being, I have never been attacked so viciously. I should provide you with some context; it’s only fair and it might give you a clearer picture.
I liked and commented on a post, from a friend and fellow blogger, and suggested the post to the Freshly Pressed gods for their consideration.
The wonderful piece which I liked and commented on was in reaction to a post written by an author—the same author who suggested I got off on child abuse—on Black Box Warnings*. I didn’t take sides. I didn’t slander the author of the post on BBW. I only commented on the former:
This is a great post.
It was a great post. I reported the resulting libel on Twitter, Gmail and WordPress. Someone from this blogosphere sent me a friendly message. There wasn’t much to be done, in her opinion. Best thing to do was to ignore the defamation, and delete the comments. If they were just being assholes, well, they were allowed to be.
What surprised me was this woman, who identified as a feminist not only used a sexist insult (The c-word? Really?), she was unwilling to concede that another woman’s experience was valid because it differed from her own opinion. She was speaking for a group of women, but when one woman spoke for herself, it was met with hostility and anger (every comment in support of the response post was given multiple thumbs down in a very short time). My naivete aside, the most shocking and hurtful part was how entitled she felt to be so openly hateful. She even got her friends involved.
People are allowed to be assholes…ain’t that the truth. Douchebaggery is a universal affliction found among politicians, rock stars, blue-collar workers, yogis, activists, and feminists alike. People who identify as feminist aren’t categorically asshole-y—I’m a feminist, after all. Nor are they unilaterally good, kind, and positive. Assholes can be found in all walks of life, and no demographic, association, religion, or tribe is untouched.
My family and I went to the park that same day, where I signed a few autographs, ’cause I’m super famous, and stuff.
The truth was liberating.
*the post by the potty-mouthed author on BBW was removed for reasons that are unrelated to this episode of WTF.