Sunday, September 20, 2009
Have I mentioned lately that I execrate Cultural Feminists of the FluffyBunny Wicca-y type?
Well, I do.
Sadly, I can't recount the entire story here, as it involves a listserve whose email isn't really for public consumption.
Suffice it to say that I firmly believe that if you anthropomorphize the moon to the point where this story drives you into a state of utter panic and mourning WHAT HAVE WE BECOME, sending out calls for a mass protest and vigil against the "insane" "dudes" of NASA who would DARE to harm our sister-goddess' body like this? to the point where you say you can't "bear" to do the research to confirm the details of the story?
And then, when someone snarks her dissent -very mildly- at you, you are "driven to tears?" and then -separately-, after that, after an (admittedly not very heartfelt) apology from said snarker, said snarker then posts a snark-free link to the story for public interest, and you email back that y'all already KNOW "these facts" but the snarker needs to let it go because you're "grieving" anyway?
This + this = you are driving me to increasing levels of sadism, Fluffy Dianic Too Sensitive To Live Person.
and I mean. a -graduate- student. wtf critical thinking skills...? oh, right, those are from the Patriarchy, never mind.
EDIT In fact, I feel compelled to burst into Song. and so I shall.