Stephen Fry. Flounces.
(For the record, I do rather kind of love Stephen Fry. But really Stephen.)

The illustrious Mr. Stephen Fry, writer, actor, comedian, famous twitter-er, friend to Hugh Lauries everywhere, object of fans on multiple continents, is interviewed by some obscure magazine, and his (admittedly bizarre) interview is re-printed on the internet. Said 'net dogpiles him on being misogynist and stereotyping and generally backward in his views on gender and sex and possibly some kind of baby-eating, puppy-kicking Nazi (I won't bother trying to gather together all of that clusterfuck because it would take years. Plenty on Twitter and a nice selection in the comments on that reprint). I leave it up to you, dear readers, to judge the contents of said interview. *ahem*

Well then.

So, Mr. Fry quits twitter. That's the end of it, right? I mean, certainly he's smart enough to just keep out of the spotlight for a while until this shitstorm blows over and everyone forgets about it and goes back to laughing at their old DVDs of Jeeves & Wooster, right?

Well, not really, since he must come back to explain himself in what may be the most beautiful 4-page flounce I have ever read in my life. Well, you can't accuse him of having a narrow vocabulary, at any rate.

I'm sympathetic (to a point), but really? "None of you understand me! The media misquotes me! I'LL NEVER DO PRINT INTERVIEWS AGAIN!"

Oh dear. At least he does it in an entertaining manner...

ETA: Okay, wasn't aware that Fry has bipolar disorder. Which explains the flouncy a bit. Sorry, kids.

(for the record, I still think it's just a tiny teeny bit funny in a schadenfreude sort of way, but I am admittedly a rather evil person, so YMMV with this one. LOL at your own risk.)