When bad shaming happens to good people

It has come to my attention that some "radical feminists" have been referring to antiprincess as a Man, baby, among other worst-epithet-in-their-stomachs.

I believe it's just possible that the real confusion is partly this:

antiprincess is a thoroughly nice person who seems to be genuinely out to believe the best of people, no matter how shittily they've behaved toward her. I, on the other hand, am an evil bitch who takes great pleasure in mocking people whom I believe to be acting in a fuckwitted fashion and, more to the point, have been hurtful toward me and people I care about. I have been posting a great deal on antip's blog. Hence, perhaps, some conflation, and thus confusion.

If that's not the case, then some people are even more fuckwitted than I gave them credit for, as antiprincess' posting style is among the more gently humorous, generous, and self-deprecating that I've come across.

So, just so we're clear: antiprincess: Real Woman. Real Feminist. Really nice person. Me: Not a very nice person. And, although I am a dyke, you're quite right, she said, gleefully anticipating: not only am I a "fraud," "not a feminist," and more "male-identified" than all y'all hetgirlz, I am not a woman at all. Yes, that's right: I am a Man. As a matter of fact...I'm several men. In fact, I'm the Army, the Navy, the Marines, and the Holy Trinity. in short: The Enemy. Yes. Fire at will. (oh, in a thoroughly non-phallic-instrument-using, gentleloving way, of course). Just try to aim a little better next time, will you?

I now return you to your regularly scheduled ideological circle-jill-off.

Love,

Tootles