In this, the inaugural episode of an occasional series I’m calling Just Another Day on Twitter, we will meet a very concerned Twitterer who showed up in my mentions today.
Jemoi1, you see, is unhappy that I suggested the other day that Richard Dawkins’ recent tweets about Chanty Binx, the red-haired Canadian feminist who’s become a favorite target of MRAs and others of their ilk, would almost certainly worsen the harassment that she’s been facing on a daily basis for nearly three years.
“[B]y accusing people you disagree with of harrasing you are pissing on the experience of real harrasment victims,” Jemoi1 tweeted at me, claiming to be a harassment victim himself. In a followup tweet, he accused me of chasing page views “while ignoring victims of harrassment.”
As I pondered whether or not to bother to respond, I clicked over to Jemoi1’s Twitter feed. And this is what I saw.
As you no doubt noted, I blanked out the names of those he was targeting as well as some of the more obscene language.
There are literally hundreds of tweets like these — angry, obscene, scatological, abusive.
Jemoi1 is a little bit obsessed with horses.
And with other people’s mothers.
Oh, in case you’re wondering, when Jemoi1 refers to “racism,” he (naturally) means racism against white people. This is the main theme of perhaps a third of his tweets.
Despite his obsession with racism (against white people), he is happy to drop the n-word into his own Tweets. Here’s one lovely example:
While most of his tweets target feminists and those he deems anti-white racists, Jemoi1 also has some strong feelings about e-sports, spamming a number of professional e-sporters with the same vicious, vaguely threatening message:
In a couple of cases, he moved past mere threatening language and simply sent his targets death threats.
It seems to me that if Jemoi1 were truly concerned about the victims of harassment, he would have long ago DELETED HIS ACCOUNT.
165 meetups.
I’m not sure Roosh has 165 followers. How many meetups do you think will have no people at them? How many will have just one guy? How many might have more than one but they never find each other?
Just another day on Twitter: Dawkins continues to make a colossal arse out of himself.
Link is to pharyngula, not Dawkins’ Twitter. For the link-averse, he retweeted what is essentially Dear Muslima with bonus graphically violent image!
I think at this point we should just declare that Dawkins is the Andrew Schlafly of Atheism. That is, a big-name figure who presents himself as an authority, has a lot of rabid fans, but outside of those fans is a total joke. Bet he’d hate that comparison…
I see that Roosh is implying that women are pets (“Where is the pet store?”).
It’s so, so beta to try to gain prestige yourself by putting down another. (And did you know that 9 out of 10 household animals prefer the term “animal companion”?) Really, PUAs, do you have so little self-esteem that you have to try to steal self-esteem from women?
It’s also so, so dated to refer to a woman as a pet. More than 40 years ago, Lily Tomlin famously walked off The Dick Cavett Show when Lee Majors referred to his then-wife, Farrah Fawcett-Majors, as his property.
http://classic.lilytomlin.com/reviews/time_mag_1977.htm
oh man, i can’t even with all the willful ignorance and all-encompassing stupidity of this dickwad … i actually made the mistake to read that meetup thing article on doosh’s website, and now my eyeballs are basically rolling in my eyesockets in perpetuity:
nothing here is based in facts. but i do believe that he’s in touch with some shithead who most likely sympathizes with the afd (super gross rightwing party) and pegida (also super gross “anti-islamisation” organisation – the acronym says it all: patriotic europeans against the islamisation of the occident, ugh), but it’s simply not true that cities become more unsafe after dark because of the refugees.
it’s also pretty well documented by now that most people who had prolongued, personal contact to refugees or who volunteer are more likely to view them in a positive light, even in small country towns, and sometimes change their perspective completely – probably due to something called “empathy”, which is sorely lacking in all the mra-douchebags. and i have no fucking clue where the idea that the government tries to “displace” him comes from. wtf. note also the military language, like immigrant “invasion”, and the talk of “times of crisis” and “hostile enemy approaches” in the rest of the text. ugh ugh ugh.
i’m almost tempted to have a look at the sad, sad little creatures who’ll attend the berlin meetup.
After a quick Google, I agree.
And sorry all, I don’t actually intend to start a whole other Dawkins derail here, and should have posted in the other thread. I’m going to copy it over there, and David should feel free to delete my post upthread if he wants.
Oops!
It was Chad Everett, not Lee Majors, as the quote I included clearly states.
Sorry, Lee Majors! And my apologies to the late Farrah Fawcett. I got two handsome leading men confused.
The LA Times points out that Everett was a right-winger:
@ kat
Amongst Geordies (people from Newcastle) ‘Pet’ is a standard term of endearment. There’s no implication of ownership though.
In Cornwall “my lover” is standard, but that’s gender neutral. The bloke in my local garage calls me that.
I’m told that Cornish people also refer to any piece of paper that’s even slightly meaningful as a “ticket”; this can include receipts, bills, letters or anything else. This means that “can I have my ticket, my lover” is the most ambiguous phrase that a Cornish person may utter.
@Alan: Coming into the thread late, but since you mentioned you like the idea of London history and Neverwhere-style “mysterious London” stuff, I gotta recommend London Falling (can’t remember the author’s name, something Cornell I think? It’s about a bunch of metro police folks who stumble onto some grisly supernatural plotting and go about investigating it like a proper police case), and on the non-fiction side, London Lore by Steven Roud (which I wad quite sorry to have only read after my London visit).
So. Short-notice London Mammoth meetup, methinks? I’m definitely going. I’ll wear my most obnoxious trenchcoat and waistcoat, and make parrot jokes at everybody.
@Alan Robertshaw, @EJ (The Other One)
That’s . . . stunning.
I had heard of “my pet” but not “my lover” or “ticket.” Of course, “my lover” is especially stunning.
Where I’m from — Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania — the plural “you” is “yinz.” Rubber bands are “gum bands.” Thinly sliced ham, a local delicacy, is “chipped ham.” And soft drinks are “pop.”
“When you’ve drunk your pop, are yinz going to put gum bands around those packages of chipped ham?”
@ EJ
Ticket gets used for any sort of official paperwork or licence. “Have you got a forklift ticket?” for example. (I have a firearms ticket and a shotgun ticket)
Ambiguity is pretty standard when talking to someone from Cornwall.
I once had a run-in with the Cornish Mafia. They made me an offer I couldn’t understand.
What with the Finland and the London meetups being crashed, Roosh might have to move the venues for his worldwide meetup to secret locations.
No, I don’t know how he could do that either.
I’m sure that between then and now, there will be much hand wringing on Roosh’s part about how he’s being victimized by feminists. Why do they have to go where they’re not wanted?!
So I suppose the meet-ups are presumably intended to somehow funnel money to Roosh. But I have an uneasy feeling about what this sort of person might do once they find some like-minded buddies. Am I being OTT, or does it seem possible they’d agree to provide mutual alibis for rapes?
@ penny
Yes, I had heard of those; sounds intriguing. I think Paul Cornell is part of Neil Gaiman’s gang so I bet they’re really good.
I read Wil Self’s ‘North London Book of the Dead’ which was in a similar vein. I really enjoyed that but I got a bit confused. I thought each chapter was brilliant but overall the novel lacked cohesion. Then someone pointed out it was a book of short stories.
@ kat
Same in Yorkshire!
When I was a kid the local authority (or “corporation’) provided water services; so “Corporation Pop” was what we had to make do with. 🙂
Hyde Park? Damn, I’m so unlikely to be able to go, but … it would be tempting. Given the demographic to which I belong my mere visible existence would be somewhat offensive to them, and I even possess a somewhat fedora-like hat! (damn them for ruining a good hat).
One wonders if they are in the market for dog-whistles, or if they already have more than enough.
Since it’s Return of KINGS, is it possible that one or all of you could skip the fedora and instead wear this:
http://davebenner.com/test/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/204-King-Crown.png
Pretty please. Pleeeeaaaase.
bat-cat
Makes me think of one of my dad’s weird uncles (he had a dozen uncles and a few of them were pretty strange in some ways). We were watching the news on tv back in 1978 and Uncle Frank leapt out of his chair frothing and fuming about “blacks”. Which was completely mystifying until we worked out that he was talking about some Eastern Europeans, Croatians I think, who were running military training in the depths of NSW’s Blue Mountains. Don’t ask, we didn’t.
From that we sort of presumed that he was anti-immigrant, anti-refugee, but that was wrong. Uncle Frank lived in a small but prosperous country town. Plenty of new immigrants had a lot of trouble getting loans from banks to start their vineyards and wineries and other assorted businesses. But Frank had apparently loaned the seed money for more than a dozen such businesses who would otherwise have missed out if they’d stuck with the conventional approach. We only heard this later. I suspect that his view of banks was even more vitriolic than his view of immigrants he hadn’t met, so he was inclined to rely on his own judgment of someone’s business ability and willingness to work.
@opposablethumbs:
The alternative is that I play deep-cover mole and let them take me off to the Secret Rooshite Base before letting the internet know where it is. You (and all the other demographically-opposed people) can then converge with parrots and other pet shop jokes.
In light of Roosh’s ‘popularity’ I think there’s a real possibility that the only people who’ll actually turn up to one of these gatherings are the folks from here. Like that short story where everyone in the conspiracy turns out to be an undercover agent.
A bloke walks into a pet shop and says “I’d like to buy a parrot”
“Oh, have I got a parrot for you!” says the shopkeeper and takes him into the back room. In there is a six foot tall, 200lbs parrot covered in scars and with an eyepatch.
“Wow, that is some parrot” says the bloke, “Can he speak?”
“Of course he can speak” says the owner.
“Well what does he say?”
He says “Polly wants a biscuit; FUCKING NOW!!!!!”
MRAs discuss sneaking into feminist meetings with the goal of murdering everyone. Feminists discuss sneaking into MRA meetings with the goal of quoting Python skits.
This is totally OT, but has anyone here heard of the MacGyver-Test? It’s supposed to be a complementary test to the Bechdel Test, but for men in movies.
It goes like this:
– Movie does not require the absence of the mother for the father to be portrayed as a competent dad.
– Honest hard-working man is in a successful and/or leadership position and/or is not a chump.
– Female protagonist shows interest in the male protagonist before he is the hero.
– Male protagonist solves problems in creative ways, and only uses violence as a last resort to accomplish his goals or mission.
It was “developed” last year by Nikita Coulombe and Philip Zimbardo (yes, he of the Stanford Prison “unethical experiment with extremely messed up setup” fame).
Of course, a quick google pulls up mostly MRA websites quoting it.
Way to miss the point, people. I mean, the Bechdel Test is not a scientific measure of anything. It’s a joke that proved to be applicable as a short measure with objective criteria of how seldom women show up in movies as independent persons – regardless of what actual role they play.
May warrant its own post?