I shall heed the advice. If only people this volatile and irrate could stay away from me or what I like, too... The creepiest part was when she fished for choice quotes in my virtual life.
You remind me that I'm becoming too soft. I'm in the mood for some controversy, so I can hardly resist to poke some more fun at this, "calling it as I see it" like her, but which I probably am not "priviliged" enough to do over there.
Of course, the only reason someone would question her statement is because the "boys" want to protect their "club", it can't be because it is questionable -- impossible! for that she is too educated on feminist literature!
I especially like that argumentational mixed message trick, that's supposed to look considerate, but really is hysterical: choose words that clearly malign more or less sublimal, but then paradoxically say that you "don't shame" -- you *clarify* that, so it's *true*, even though you don't reconsider your earlier statement. Thus in the end I "was the only one bringing up shame", when basically paraphrasing what's for real. But you better deny my "semantic debate" that would unmask your semantic ploy. That said, at least the artist "should be aware" that his work is in a certain "tradition". Why should he be aware any more than on any else? Oh right, because there is something wrong and dangerous about it after all -- in fantasizing
about women! She "demands huge amounts of talent to back it up", since there is something to make up for. After all, some fool on the other side of the planet could somehow feel inspired to treat women like shit -- nevermind that such a man probably would have found any reason for that any way. As if people ever needed fine art or games to treat each other far worse a thousand years ago than today. Or as if women don't simply love trends, whose creation are a natural complexity of many states and interests, not least of women.
But hey, with giving the audience the benefit of the doubt on decency, it is I who has a "grim view on social justice" in my "elaborate ideology".
So, she "only supports the fact that you can't demand that people don't judge the sexist (or racist, or otherwise oppressive) stuff that you do at face value". Because that's obviously what I demanded, instead of doubting her usage of the word on this pixel art. And her "prejogative to judge those who don't judge her" in engagement (so, you know, those not
being sexist/racist) is my
"poor form". Oops, I do now judge her in return. I guess that makes me sexist after all. I show my true colors here: I'm a reckless asshole. Or dick. I'm a reckless dick to an open asshole.
I could go on and on, it is hilarious to dissect the rhetorical devices and fellacies, but I'm getting laughing cramps, although I have pretty good abs. She's right: it really was "just a joke".
Wut ohne Ziel. Wut ohne Folgen.