Monthly Archives: December 2017


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Escaping Infinity by Richard Paolinelli Mr. Paolinelli is now on my author boycott list because he has made sexist remarks on social media and has supported others who have made remarks that are sexist, racist, transphobic, and ableist. He justifies this by saying that liberals are the real intolerant ones, but he told me “hush, dear, men are talking” when I pointed out that he was defending a bigot. He doesn’t want anyone who opposes these forms of bigotry to buy his books. If you oppose bigotry against marginalized groups, you might want to avoid the books; especially since Richard doesn’t want you to read them. Does he honestly think women don’t read sci-fi/fantasy novels? Or that they don’t have friends who also read them? And I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t be reading anything I write anyway, so I’m not really that worried about losing the zero amount of dollars you were ever going to spend on my books. So, to sum up, sod off and take your silly friends with you. — An Eclectic Scribe: Richard Paolinelli (@ScribesShade) December 26, 2017 Go read my profile again. Then slide over to the about me page on my website. I’ve already had my career, dear, I don’t need a penny of you or your friends’ money. Enjoy that hate-filled thing you call a life and quit wasting my time, child. @CaptainSmirk2 — An Eclectic Scribe: Richard Paolinelli (@ScribesShade) December 26, 2017 Sure, sure. No sexism here. pic.twitter.com/L0xWW7HJLc — Janet Morris (@janersm) December 26, 2017 View all my reviews TBH, I was just waiting for her to finally respond to me so I could drop the “hush dear” line on her. It’s a little experiment I’m running, gauging the different reactions I get when I use it. — An Eclectic Scribe: Richard Paolinelli (@ScribesShade) December 26, 2017   He also made these lovely remarks: She seems like the kind of girl you’d take home to mama… only so mama will get off your back about your real girlfriend. 🧐 — An Eclectic Scribe: Richard Paolinelli (@ScribesShade) December 26, 2017 Marked as will-not-read: Escaping Infinity by Richard Paolinelli https://t.co/yv6RUXCAtF — Janet Morris (@janersm) December 26, 2017

Oops…I did it again. A “friend” on Twitter didn’t like my response to someone who said that a man was someone with a functioning penis. The friend shouldn’t have been surprised that I was thinking in literal terms. I’m almost always thinking that way. It’s part of why people think I’m ditzy/stupid. My brain goes for the literal option not thinking. Anyways… The “friend” decided to try convincing me that I’m wrong.1 She decided quote-tweeting was the best way to do so. Normally I’m a fan of quote tweets because they can be a great tool. But when you have 6k followers and some are known to harass people for months on end, it’s not a good choice. But she did it anyway. Then, when I wouldn’t budge, she was like, “I can’t change your mind and I don’t want to upset you.” She (naively?) thought that would stop any problems. Well, it didn’t and that’s how Meghan Murphy, a verified user and a supposed feminist with a 12.7k follower list, decided to try to embarrass me with out of context tweets from a month ago.2 That encouraged her followers to do the same, which means my mentions will be unpleasant for a long time to come. It also means I have new strangers declaring that I’m a dude because I don’t agree with Meghan or them. Because all women stick together or they get to be subjected to some Mean Girls bullshit. I almost want to tell these people that their behaviors are just like those of that hate mob in 2014; the one that said I couldn’t be a woman because real women who are obese have huge boobs. It’s also the behavior of a guy who said I probably had a deformed ass. These guys were not progressive. They weren’t feminists. They weren’t even fairly conservative. They were misogynistic douchenuggets who reveled in bullying women who refused to confirm to their narrow-minded ways. Kind of like this group of women.   They think being blocked makes them special. Oh, honey, no. It you’re one of 409,003 people I decided not to talk to on Twitter, you aren’t special. You just suck. Many people I have blocked are bigots.3 Yeah, I have a shit ton of TERFs blocked.4 I also have a shit ton of people who identify as “NatSoc” or members of the KKK blocked.5 It isn’t a cool/intimidating people list. It’s a blocklist. Anyways… Because they think the blocklist means that I’m a scared dude  who hates women, they participate in this degrading mob mentality. It is twisted & it makes me thankful for the blocklist. I would rather they come after me than anyone who is transgender/non-binary, but it they want to insult me, they need to come up with a less pitiful and completely non-transphobic stereotype. This shit is getting old. Yeah, she expected to change the mind of the girl who was once told that “you would argue the sky was green” if someone tried forcing you to believe it’s blue. ↩A tweet she didn’t think was worthy of harassing me over a month ago. When. She. Received. It. ↩Because they suck. ↩Because they suck. ↩Because they suck. ↩

Must Be the Pussy



It’s that time of year again. Time for the Holiday_Wishes Meme. Yay! STEP ONE – Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered…whatever you’re comfortable with) to your blog/LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related (“I’d love a Snape/Hermione icon that’s just for me”) to medium (“I wish for _____ on DVD”) to really big (“All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.”) The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want. – If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it’s your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you. [Note: Your home address is not required!] – Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your blog, or link to this post (it’ll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread. STEP TWO – Surf around your friendslist/links (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here’s the important part: – If you see a wish you can grant, and it’s in your heart to do so, make someone’s wish come true. Sometimes someone’s trash is another’s treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don’t want or a gift certificate you won’t use–or even know where you could fulfill a wish for someone–do it. You needn’t spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn’t to put people out, it’s to provide everyone a chance to be someone else’s holiday elf–to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not–it’s your call. There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just…wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you’ll have the joy of knowing you made someone’s holiday special. 1. A ring that says love in cursive. I had one and lost it while I was in the grocery store a few weeks ago. It was the only ring I’d ever regularly worn. My parents had bought it for me for Christmas years ago. 2. Donations to AARDA, Alzheimer’s Association, Planned Parenthood, Pro Publica, & RAINN. 3. Cosmetics that don’t contain nickel. I love wearing makeup, but I have figured out that my super-sensitive skin is picky about makeup that contains nickel and other metals. 4. A makeup bag. I go to the gym, and I would like to take my makeup with me, but all I have to put it in is my purse. 5. Surprise me. 6. To have better sales in my jewelry and accessory business Silver Sky by Janet. If you can’t afford anything, just sharing the link to my store or sharing posts & following on social media (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter) would be helpful. 7. Jewelry and accessory supplies. Beads, fold-over elastic, buttons, lace, jewelry makings, wire, leather/suede, fabric, perler beads, etc. 8. A professional-looking website for my jewelry and accessory brand. I would love to not have to redirect my domain for the store to Etsy, but my website designing skills have just gone South. 9. Anything from my Amazon.com wishlist. Seriously. Anything. 10. Gift cards to Fire Mountain Gems, Etsy, and Torrid. ALLERGIES: Caffeine, Nickel, Orange Juice, Peanuts, Raw Onions/Alliums

Holiday Wishes Meme: 2017


Having grown up in Alabama, I understand that bigots will go to extraordinary lengths to justify their rage and their hate. When I have supported groups like Black Lives Matter, I have been accused of only having sex with black men. When I supported marriage equality, I was labeled a lesbian. So I guess that it makes sense that my support of rights for transgender/non-binary people means that, drumroll please, I am a man. No, you didn’t read that wrong. In the middle of the night last night, a stranger accused me of having male privilege. I cackled as I read it. Who knew that I’m a dude?! I would have expected my parents or my gynecologists over the years to have told me if I was a dude. I’m especially disappointed that the gynecologist who performed the hysteroscopy/uterine biopsy and D&C didn’t say, “Uh. This procedure can’t be performed on you.” My family and doctors didn’t call me a dude because… I’m not one. Whether you subscribe to trans-exclusionary feminism’s1 reductive view of gender as being based on body parts or the inclusive view I subscribe to that admits gender & sex are not one in the same, this conclusion that I have male privilege makes no sense. I don’t have the body parts of a dude. I don’t feel I am a dude. Therefore: A dude I am not. In case you can’t speak Yoda, let’s try the standard English: I’m not a dude/man/guy/boy/male. I doubt I can put it any more clearly than that, but I’m sure that that won’t satisfy some of these individuals. Calling me a guy because I disagree with what you feel a woman should believe is as hysterical as it is sad. But it’s not the first time that a TERF has gone this route. I would bet that if any woman spends any length of time debating them or disagreeing with them that TERFs would start questioning their biological sex. Or if they don’t question the sex of the person, they start saying that she is somehow incapable of thinking for herself and that men must have brainwashed her. The internalized misogyny is strong with TERFs. How are they “liberating” women2 by denigrating women that don’t agree with them and suggesting that they are somehow unable to use their cognitive processes to come to their own opinions? It’s almost like their own version of a savior complex. They feel the need to “rescue” the poor little women who disagree with them from making informed decisions about their own lives and making conclusions about the things that they believe based on their own experiences. That’s not liberation. That’s oppression. You can’t replace one form of oppressive system with another. That just doesn’t work. Or, more correctly, it doesn’t actually liberate anyone. Also, misrepresenting what people say so that you can perpetuate hatred and encourage a pile-on is not the action of those intent on liberating. The original angst fest by this “liberation” force began after I defended a male friend on Twitter after a female follower of mine said something about him being harmful because he uses the term TERF to describe people who are, well, TERFs. This was the tweet that was being responded to: It’s becoming blatantly obvious where the adage “separate the artist from the art” came from, and we probably should stop using it. — Soyter Krampus 🔑 (@petercoffin) November 5, 2017 I cannot share the text of the tweet that I responded to as the user was reported3 to Twitter several tweets later for threatening to dox multiple individuals. But it is the threat to dox that alarmed me so much about this particular group of TERFs. I tried pointing out what was going on to Helen, which led to the response4 by Juniper that I have male privilege. Helen and other TERFs had insisted that their ilk couldn’t be behind the doxing threats or the ableism, racism, and other vitriol that I had seen while conversing with them. When Juniper came along, she decided that my outrage was due to my either having a penis or a feeling that I should have one. I’m really not sure how a person who has never been a man and who never wanted to be a man somehow has male privilege, so I asked. I think one of the reasons is because you stated that you would fight to get a man who posts picture after picture of his come covered cock into safe spaces for women and girls because he says the magic words ‘I am a woman’. — helen staniland (@helenstaniland) December 2, 2017 The tweets that Helen was referencing were from a different Twitter user who had offended her sensibilities by posting, on her own timeline, nude pictures and video. Helen encouraged a mob of individuals to report Meisha, even though Meisha’s posts do not violate the Twitter rules. She had already given me a hard time for pointing out to another individual that reporting Meisha would only lead to that person being punished by Twitter. No. women don’t post pictures of their come covered flaccid cock. What mental gymnastics do you have to go through to tell yourself he’s a woman? Would you fight for him to be in spaces with women and girls? — helen staniland (@helenstaniland) December 1, 2017 When Helen had discovered the tweet she dislikes so, she had made sure that all of her followers could join in on her hate. Anyone who didn’t had to be shamed. I just didn’t want to play that game with her, so she went full-on with the faux outrage against me and even challenged my gender and biological sex because I supported a person who she didn’t like & who she was simply using to gain prominence amongst her TERFy peers.5 I was familiar with her technique because of the past disagreements with her,6 so I told her to leave me alone. Repeatedly. She thought […]

I’m A Guy?



To say that I’m a Kate Winslet fan would be putting it mildly. After Titanic‘s release, I began one of my first full-on obsessions where I’d buy or rent all the movies she had been in and watch every interview. It’s something I’ve done with a lot of celebs, though most I eventually get over. Kate is one of the few who I still adore. I feel similarly about her costar in Wonder Wheel, Justin Timberlake. I was (and still am) a huge fan of his. I loved him on MMC. I favored *NSYNC to the Backstreet Boys. I bought his first album, his second album, etc. I contemplated using Napster to get some of his music back before he played Sean Parker in The Social Network. I’ve seen most of his movies. At different points in my life, I’ve had fan sites for both Justin and Kate. I used to write RPF1 about Justin and *NSYNC. These are individuals I adore. The writer and director for their latest movie isn’t. To steal a term from the BDSM world, Woody Allen is a hard limit for me. I’ve seen one of his films,2 which I hadn’t noticed was his before I watched it.3 I can’t separate Allen’s work from the child sexual abuse allegations and from his bizarre choice to marry his former girlfriend’s adopted daughter. These are not actions I want to endorse, which is what I would feel I was doing if I watched the films. I can’t watch my all-time favorite actress or one of my favorite musicians act together because the person making the film is a schmuck. And a part of me is kinda fucking pissed that they’ve both acted like working with him was not wrong or completely disgusting. I’ve felt that outrage with other faves, i.e. when Kristen Stewart not only acted in his film, but tried to excuse the behavior. I can’t condemn people like Roy Moore or Donald Trump for being sexual predators if I’m not going to condemn people like Woody Allen, Roman Polanski, R. Kelly, Harvey Weinstein, etc. I can’t pretend to have an ethical standard then abandon it when following the standard gets a little difficult. I have to apply it to the people who I like it I apply it to the ones I don’t. Otherwise, it’s meaningless. Wait. No, it isn’t meaningless. It just doesn’t mean what I want it to mean. It warps that standard into something tragic, vicious, and crude. It becomes hypocrisy.  I cannot be part of a system that gives abusers and racists a slap on the wrist, then wring my hands over what message is sent by that lack of punishment. I cannot pretend that it is okay to be watching a movie by a person I know is abusive. I can’t act like my money and my time aren’t essentially endorsing rape or abuse if I watch Wonder Wheel or any other movie or television show, so I won’t try to do so.  Photo by GabboT on Visualhunt / CC BY-SA real people fiction ↩Match Point ↩I still feel guilty over watching it years later. ↩

The Ethical Standards of a Fangirl