NOTE: This article was originally published at Alternative Right on August 11, 2012. I’m re-posting it here as the site is now defunct.
Last week, I Tweeted a series of comments denigrating “men” in the manosphere who go weak at the knees whenever a woman who agrees with them bursts onto the scene. For all the talk about men being dominant and leading women, an awful lot of guys in this corner of the Internet are eager to prostrate themselves before any girl who talks about how much she hates feminism and thinks being white is just swell.
You know the 4chan catchphrase “there are no women on the Internet”? On the surface, it seems ridiculous; of course there are women on the Internet. But if you dig deeper, you’ll figure out the saying’s true meaning.
Cynthia Gockley is a feminist and community college instructor from Seattle who blogs under the pseudonym “Cinzia La Strega” (or simply “La Strega”). Since beginning her blog in early 2013, Gockley has engaged in a campaign of harassment against myself and other bloggers in the “manosphere,” stalking us across the Internet, trying to ruin our livelihoods, and libeling us with completely baseless conjecture about our personal lives.
While I have done my best to ignore Gockley, her obsession with me and other manospherians has grown over the past few months. Given her habit of stalking her “enemies” and digging up information on them, their spouses and family members (who are private figures), I believe I have a duty to inform people about how dangerous this woman is.
Years ago, at one of my past jobs, I had a middle-aged co-worker who was… passionate about politics. Every time she got a minute of free time, she was either beating herself off to what Obama and the Democrats were doing or complaining about how “racist” and evil Republicans were, usually the latter. It was her go-to choice of topic whenever she was directing the flow of conversation: “Didja hear about what Governor Paterson did the other day?” All of her political commentary was tinged with bitterness and irritation; she was clearly upset by what she was reading, but she kept inflicting her crabbiness on everyone else anyway.
Unsurprisingly, she was childless and perpetually single.
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens is one of the most famous novels in modern history. The story takes place in early to mid 1800s England and is about a mean-spirited, miserly old man named Ebenezer Scrooge, and his clerk Bob Cratchit. Cratchit has to beg and plead for a day off on Christmas and he can barely afford a decent Christmas dinner for his family. Mr. Scrooge has a strong distaste for Christmas, often repeating “bah humbug!” to any reference to the holiday.
I was on Twitter the other day when someone forwarded me the above picture from the White House. At first, I was befuddled. How did they come with such a low rate? I have been researching Obamacare since day one; was I missing something? How are they coming up with $50 or less per month?
NOTE: This is one of my favorite In Mala Fide articles, originally published on November 29, 2010.
Presenting the best of Black Friday 2010. Or at least what I think is the best. I wouldn’t know. I don’t shop on Black Friday. I don’t even go to any stores on Black Friday. In fact, I spent this Black Friday, as well as the one before, sleeping in. I want nothing to do with you miserly, two-legged buffalo.
Didja hear? Everyone in the manosphere is a troll, including me. We don’t actually believe in any of the stuff we say, we just do it to get attention and make money. Hell, I published a book called Trolling for a Living; there’s all the evidence you need. We’re just a bunch of performance artists making shit up because our mommies didn’t give us enough hugs.
Insert flashing sign “THIS IS WHAT LEFTISTS ACTUALLY BELIEVE” here.
NOTE: This article was originally published at 2Blowhards on September 30, 2009.
A few years back, I was waiting at the dentist’s office, thumbing through a copy of Time, when I came across an article entitled “Who’s the Voice of this Generation?” The author was lamenting the fact that not one of the “young novelists” writing today is representative of the attitudes and neuroses of this generation. As is the nature of modern journalism, this reporter was trained to ignore the truth in front of her face. The reason that not one of these “young novelists” can claim to be the voice of this generation is because all of them are nauseatingly parochial in thought and style.