So I did an interview about my Confused Cats Against Feminism blog with Catster.com, a site that devotes itself to collecting “helpful and hilarious information for the worldly but still infatuated Cat aficionado.” Alas, as a result of publishing this interview with me yesterday, they now seem to be collecting angry MRA commenters as well.
Here are some highlights of the, er, debate so far, which I’ve waded into myself, perhaps unwisely. (These are selections, with a bunch missing, though the comments that look obviously like they are responses to other comments, are.) Maeve Connor is the author of the post about me.
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Here, by the way, are some of the not-belittling, all-inclusive, non-mocking contributors to Women Against Feminism.
I’m just taking a wild guess here, but I’m pretty sure none of these gals are “tweens.”
‘sokay, easy to miss the “Shorter manosphere:” at the start. We all make mistakes. 🙂
A friend has a urologist named (I only guess at the spelling; never saw it written) Dr. Pecka, which is much funnier if one lives, as I do, in Massachusetts.
Before I die I will encounter a Dr. Peen. I must.
Dr. Poon the gynaecologist is too obvious for me. Dr. Poon the urologist is fantastic though. He’s probably an MRA.
That’s way better than my speech therapist Dr Lipmann.
A friend went to a handsome doctor named Dr. Tongue. She’s pretty impulsive. As he walked in the room “You should have been a gynaecologist” escaped her lips. Before she could die of embarrassment he responded “That’s good. First time I’ve heard that one actually.” Could have been epic levels of embarrassing though.
I underwent a backfired surgery under a dude named (I kid you not) Dr. Slaughter. My anaesthesiologist? Dr. Pillow.
And on top of that, my pediatrician? Dr. Kidd.
I think I’m a character in a bad comedy.
If I walked into a doctor’s office and he said “hi, I’m Doctor Slaughter” I think I’d probably run right out again.
OK, I think Dr. Pillow the anaesthesiologist is my favourite. Weirdly though instead of thinking “Pillow because you sleep with your head on one and anaesthetists put you to sleep” I thought “Pillow like you smother someone with” which is somewhat appropriate too and very ironic. Why is my brain so morbid?
I have a crush on an anaesthesiologist right now. He’s handsome and charming. Boring name though.