Heteropatriarchal slut-shaming? Hell, I thought I was just making fun of a celebrity, until @Andria_XX enlightened me, and she had no idea what hit her when her Twitter timeline blew up with reactions to her Master’s degree in Gender Studies mini-lecture.
So now it’s “cyberbullying” and “rage tourism” of which I’m accused.
.@rsmccain @AmPowerBlog According to @andria_xx retweeting her qualifies as harassment.
— Malvenue (@Malvenue) August 27, 2013
Let’s explain to @Andria_XX what happened: Sooper Mexican was searching Twitter for reactions to the Miley Cyrus VMA performance, and found that “heteropatriarchal” comment and Zilla Tweeted it to my attention. I had been working on something else, but once I saw that, I said, “This other thing can wait,” and did a Miley Cyrus post to highlight that ludicrous jargon: “heteropatriarchal.”
That’s not a word normal people use, which is why the question occurred to me, “Who is this person?” And . . . Gender Studies.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
OK, so @Andria_XX had fewer than 200 followers and had never in her life gotten as much Twitter attention as she got this morning.
It’s like when I got Tweeted by Alyssa Milano or William Shatner — except not in a good way — so she freaked out.
But she wasn’t being cyberbullied or stalked, she just happened to be the person who had the Stupidest Twitter Comment of the Day.
Did I mention that @Andria_XX is Canadian? No, but she did:
Very well, then. I do a blog post about you. You do a blog post about me. Who is harassing whom, @Andria_XX?
People are not harassing you, @andria_xx, they're mocking you, mercilessly (and hilariously). Please make note of the difference.
— Donald Douglas (@AmPowerBlog) August 26, 2013
.@AmPowerBlog Oh, she's Canadian? That explains everything! @andria_xx
— Robert Stacy McCain (@rsmccain) August 27, 2013
Me lurves Schnitzel. Weinerschnitzel is best, but will settle for Schweinschnitzel in a pinch. Acquired the taste while living in Der Vaterland.
Low fat because of cholesterol and low carb because I’m diabetic and trying to do without the med.
What kind of moron used the term cis-female when she means she is “normal” woman. Using words like that is a big red light that she isn’t normal, she is a mushy non-thinking progressive who emotes about equity
At times it feels that way.
Only where they can’t spell, like Commonwealth countries. They also think color is spelt colour and theater is spelt Theatre. We had to rebel just cause they couldn’t be bothered with proper spelling.
Just like a leftard. Try to be nice, and they throw a screaming fit. Some people you just can’t nice to.
When he’s finally discharged from purgatory, that would only be a small snack.
Some of the best schnitzel I’ve ever had was at The Viktualienmarkt in Munich.
Poor guy!
We’ll have to wait and see. Some things even purgatory can’t burn out.
If you are a leftard, absoposolutely! Sluts are valuable members of sexual community. Those Christo-fascist gas bags are much too straight laced. Can you believe they don’t even pass around STDs?
Heh. I’m assured of an upward transfer after my period of purgation. Purgatory is the penitentiary of the afterlife. Those damned are sent straight to Hades on the express. We here in Purgatory shall all gain Heaven eventually, some sooner than others. We do have a merciful but stern God.
You’re flaunting your heteronormality.
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Seriously, cinnamon and Vanadyl Sulphate does my wife wonders. She’s had no need of insulin or netformin as a result. She usually takes 2000mg of cinnamon and a couple tablets of Vanadyl (for the life of me I can’trecall the dosage of the Vanadyl Sulphate) before she eats, and the same after. She also walks an hour in the morning when she first gets up. She keeps her sugar, on average, below 130. She’s had a couple spikes like when she insisted I take her to Pizza Hut (210 2 hours later), but that’s about it.
There was a wonderful place in Kleiningersheim not too far from Stuttgart where we lived that made their own veal and processed it right there. The stuff was to die for.
Alas, not in purgatory.
Too true, only fond memories allowed.
An appetizer while the fatted calf (with apologies to Ms. EBL) is spit roasted over an open fire.
All sentient beings do …
So many …archals, so little time!
Was it Der Gasthaus Rössle-Schnitzelfabrik by any chance?
The highest my glucose has been in 2 months of this is a spike of 239. After pizza. I’m averaging about 110, and I can live with that.
LOLOMGoshWTF. Hilarious. Thank you, Stacy!
I saw that. I nearly peed myself laughing.
Ha!
The kitchen is for old fashioned ladies, like me, who have strong manly husbands that they need to cook for while those manly husbands are busy working and fixing stuff, which is what men are supposed to do, and they do it because they know we’ll make them sammitches and show them our boobies as a means of expressing our undying feminine love and gratitude. The kitchen is not for wymin and/or bitches.
And they have no real sense of humor. I blame Lenny Bruce who WAS NOT FUNNY.
God, I love you, Mare.
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I got a taste for Jaegerschnitzel when I was in Der Vaterland, mit Saumagen unt Champions.
absoposolutely?
That’s absonormativelutely
cis-nix?
That’s a good level. My fasting glucose usually runs in the low 80s. My normal is probably around 110-120. I do get spikes, now and again, particularly after I indulge in some sugary product. Fortunately, I’m not a diabetic.
Right back atchya, Bob! And if you liked my kitchen thoughts, you may also like what I have to say about light bulbs in some other comment I left here at TOM either in this blog post’s comments thread or other one that mentions me, I can’t remember which but it was under a joke Stacy made about how many feminists it takes to screw in a light bulb.
I am not a feminist, so I just get my husband to change them because he’s tall and I am not. I have not had to change a ceiling light bulb in my home since the last millennium.
I can’t remember. It was 40 years ago when we went.
Slathered with much BBQ sauce? I’d come down fro the Pearly gates to join you.
Oh Yeah…. especially since one of his surviving letters is the one instructing his bastard son on how to select a mistress….
Applied with a string mop …
It’s probably where you went, they are a very old establishment, surviving both world wars. Huge portions of their trademark schnitzel, entirely fabricated on the premises. Well worth the drive out from Stuttgart …
The low carb I get -I’m doing that myself- but restricting fats to cut your cholesterol isn’t going to work. Better you should just focus on getting the blood sugar down and let the cholesterol take care of itself. Which it will, in my admittedly limited experience.
Mocking is good.
Lef t a r d s need to be mocked.
Mock away.
Hah!
Crap. I was afraid of that.
I think you mean ‘sapient’ … though, maybe you do mean ‘sentient’, since banana slugs (which are ‘sentient’, but not ‘sapient’) probably like pie as much as those who are both, such as humans.
Either fits!
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