Bitch on the Blog

June 29, 2018

Abuse

Filed under: Psychology,Vicious — bitchontheblog @ 21:32
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I am at a loss whether to voice my total disenchantment with what some in my vicinity call (unbeknown to me till this afternoon) the cesspit of the internet.

Upset is mine. I am desolate. Not on my behalf. On behalf of a whole demographic. And on behalf of those who perpetrate shit which, in the end, will hurt them more than that demographic the shit is hurled at.

The crime scene being John’s blog. For someone to use John’s blog of all blogs (his being the most innocuous) beggars belief in the first place. Of course, I wouldn’t be me if I hadn’t taken the bait. On second thought I deleted my reply  to Anon (HA! Even I delete me); and, as I expected, John later deleted Anon’s deeply disturbing assertion. I also deleted my initial post “Amusement Alert” because, on reflection, there was nothing amusing about it at all.

Doesn’t make it go away in my mind. To think that there are people out there (think incel) full of hate, yet born of woman, is way out of my range of what I thought possible. I am not exactly crying but have been on the verge of tears for the last few hours – in complete, utter and crippling disbelief that there are people out there who not only think like that but have no compunction to say so out loud. Albeit, the coward’s mark, not under their name.

I wish I were five years old again and it’d all be over my head.

Distraught yours,

U

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8 Comments »

  1. Out of curiosity, did the comment link to a blog, or was it pure spam? There was a troll years ago who used to be anti-American women, he popped up again recently. He used to spam everyone though. I never click through on stuff like that, did you?
    Sx

    Comment by Scarlet — June 30, 2018 @ 07:29 | Reply

    • No, Scarlet, there was no link. As you say, no one clicks on links like that. It was a “normal” comment left on John’s blog for all his readers served up now and retched over later.

      The gist of it being that all white women are scum. Scum. Reasons for amply expanded on, and why any WHITE man in his right mind should only ever go for Asian women. Considering that he declared himself a white man I take it that his mother is/was also white (within the spectrum of see through pale to white Caucasian country girl burnished by the sun). At first I took the piss/made fun of him both on John’s blog and on my own. But then, don’t know why, the message sunk in. Disgust set in. I’d heard of such stuff via the medium of media (!); never gave it much thought. But when it jumps down your throat, black on white, on a harmless blog like John’s it hits you between the eyes. Or maybe I am a snowflake. Though why snowflake too has become an insult I don’t know. No snowflake is like another. And a pretty tough, if short, life it is too. One moment you are there the next you have melted. But, oh the beauty in between! Yes, so I went into some sort of emotional meltdown trying to fathom what makes a man, any man, even the most misguided, say anything like that. If anyone had predicted I’d let myself be as upset as I am, by a faceless stranger, I’d have laughed. Now I am weepy.

      White woman’s greetings, that most disgusting creature on Earth,

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 30, 2018 @ 08:05 | Reply

      • I’d balance it out with the notion that most people don’t have such vindictive thoughts regarding white women. I do sometimes wonder who these people are that write such bile, and why they go to so much trouble. Your reaction though, is the kind of reaction he’s after. Never give people like that anything to feed on.
        Sx

        Comment by Scarlet — June 30, 2018 @ 08:17 | Reply

        • Yes, I agree. I too balance out like you – and the sane weigh in more heavily than the out of it. But that doesn’t make me less upset that people like that even exist. Let’s cut to the chase: It frightens me that people like that exist. What makes someone like that? You say that mine is “the kind of reaction he’s after”. You are, probably, right. However, the eternal optimist in me thinks that, surely, somehow, even someone like that must be touched by another human being’s feelings. Or just more fool me. I hope not.

          Thanks for engaging, Scarlet. I really don’t know why I am so out of sorts since that encounter – one might say out of all proportion. But there it is – I am.

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — June 30, 2018 @ 08:34 | Reply

  2. No, my dear, he not touched by anybody’s feelings but his own. He is the embodiment of the kind of entitlement and disrespect that feeds and perpetuates rape culture. Women are on earth for his amusement or service and don’t be fooled that he thinks any more of his preferred Asian women because the only difference between the Asian and the White is that the Asian will probably be more complicit by the fact that she has grown up in a patriarchy more obnoxious than our own and her internalised misogyny is stronger

    Comment by kylie — June 30, 2018 @ 12:28 | Reply

    • The first (and only time) I observed what you describe was when my father and I visited one of his friends for dinner. I must have been in my early twenties. The friend a cultured man. And yet, there I was, stunned – and I too do my utmost and don’t mind at all to make people welcome, comfortable, looked after, no effort too much – by his wife’s subservience and servitude. I can’t remember her nationality exactly, probably Thai. Tiny. Smiley in that sort of fixed type smile pasted onto a face. The eyes not giving away one iota of what she thought, indeed felt. Inscrutable. Eerie.

      That she loved him I do not doubt. That he loved her I do not doubt either. Yet, there was something vaguely unsettling about the scenario. I forgot to mention it to my father when we went home. Might ask him next time I speak to him what he made of it. He’ll probably just laugh. A bit like the first time I was wolf whistled (roughly age twelve or so), came home, a little tearful mainly because in those days we were so innocent I didn’t know what it meant. All I knew that it didn’t feel “right”. He asked what was the matter. When I told him he laughed (don’t say I didn’t have a robust upbringing, and it stands me in good stead): “You’ll better get used to it”. And I did.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 30, 2018 @ 13:41 | Reply

  3. I actually found that piece and did wonder about it… It made such a small impression that I do not recall details. However I did find myself wondering if it had actually really had it’s roots in the mind of a man. I suggest this because I have found that there are none so vitriolic about the women their men pursue than women….. this especially if their men pursue women of other racial/cultural backgrounds…. and it can apply to all races.. (forget the current fashion to mix race and species as in “There is only one race, the human race.” )
    Mean time don’t spend time and energy on people like this , of either gender…… a good person is a good person… that goes for women and men…

    Comment by magpie11 — June 30, 2018 @ 13:59 | Reply

    • Vitriol, whichever direction it’s coming from, is not my life’s experience. To me life has shown more kindness than anything. Maybe that’s why I find yesterday’s episode so upsetting. Criticism one on one I can take. Easily. And sometimes the other side does have a point worth considering. What happened there is on another level. Maybe, in some way, good because it showed me how hurt a group of people can be. If you aren’t part of it, sure, it doesn’t touch you. And therein the lesson lies for me.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 30, 2018 @ 18:04 | Reply


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