The Furious Spinner

So you know in the previous post I was debating whether to puke or go to sleep? Well, I read this article and the decision was made for me. I'll probably regret this post when I actually wake up since it doesn't go along with my "subduing the demons with splendour," but I really want to bitch slap this man. (Me being the bitch who is gonna slap him.) The comments are disgusting, too. His description of a "real" man is a description of a sociopath. I like the breakdown of the essay in Feministe. (via) 5 comments

5 Comments:

The article was so ridiculous, ludicrous, nuts, and crazy that it makes me wonder if it is a clumsy attempt at satire. That can be the only justification for the Daily Mail printing something like this. Absolutely mind boggling.

By Mario, at 7:15 AM  

There's a fair bit of discussion about that in the comments at Feministe, including some excerpts from his wife's writing which are equally horrifying (though in a completely different way).

They are both mainstream mag writers, and part of what makes my skin crawl about the whole thing is that the magazines seem to be supporting a profoundly sick and dangerous relationship by making a saleable 'war of the sexes isn't it funny' sort of game out of it.

No, it's not funny, because the consequences are not fiction in real people's lives.

To some degree, I think it's good to simply turn away from evil like this, as my friend SP said in her comment on Theriomorph; to just spit it out as an undigestible food-substitute that has no actual nutritional value.

But in another way, we're tracking the movements of the enemy, here, and being forced to remember that there is, in fact, an alive and well threat to the well-being of the organism - an illness that desperately needs treatment.

Makes me think of something that happened in one of the recent Wu Wei Yin stories.

WWY finds a badly wounded animal that's been abused and takes it into a tent in the stone garden for healing. The other animals come:


"The thing in the tent smells hurt, Dog said.

Hurt? Bear asked. You mean wounded? Shot?

Kind of, Dog said. And no. There is blood, but something else, too. Some other kind of injury. I don’t really understand the smell.

That’s good, Yin said to the dog. You shouldn’t have to understand it. But you will."

By Theriomorph, at 9:28 AM  

And my apologies to contributing toward the puke end of things, rather than the peaceful sleep I hope you get, Kim!

By Theriomorph, at 9:31 AM  

The guy is a jerk, and this is part of the public relations run up to publication of his VERY crappy novel (Tourism).

By kerrdelune, at 9:35 AM  

Arrrghhhh!!!! It is a sickness this hatred for women. I feel the Furies rising in me. I don't want to give someone like him any credence, any energy. Yet I agree with you: it's essential to be aware.

I dreamed I was a grizzly bear once, and I'm feeling the need of her strength, claws, and jaws.

Wow. So they're both writing about something so personal about each other. Bleck, bleck, bleck. Promise me if I ever write about my sex life that you'll metaphorically slap me.

He's got a novel? Oh good grief. Then I really have to stop talking about him. I don't want to provide him with any sales!

Ahhh, it's not your fault I wasn't sleeping, Theriomorph. It was the Sweat Faeries come to give me a sauna all night.

My favorite response to this idiot's essay was Nomie's, I think the name was, who typed:

*headdesk*

*headdesk*

*headdesk*

I can only concur.

P.S. I have no clue whether this response is coherent. I'd be surprised to find out later that I've actually formed sentences...zzzz

By Kim Antieau, at 9:46 AM  

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