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Busting out the RAGE icon
Mar. 8th, 2010 @ 09:09 pm
On FF.net, there's an epidemic of people copy/pasting crap into their profiles. Most of it's inane but harmless junk proclaiming the copy/paster's ~*~uniqueness~*~. But there's one particularly virulent strain of this epidemic that involves copy/pasting tasteless and self-righteous and badly-written poems about child abuse and abortion and similar subjects. And today I found a new, especially stomach-churning variation on this theme:|
It's a poem called Love vs. Sex. Now, with a title like that, you'd expect a preachy, misogynist spiel about how a girl being a virgin on her wedding night is super-important, soiled goods, etc etc, right? No.
It's a poem about rape. Specifically, it's about a teenage girl who's walking home alone at night from a friend's house. As she's walking, she asks God to keep her safe. She comes across a dark alley and decides it's the perfect shortcut to get home. As she's walking through it, she sees a Suspicious Character™ lurking at the far end "as though he were waiting for her" (exact quote). Instead of turning around and leaving the alley, she prays for God's protection and keeps going. She walks right past Rapey McRaperson with nary a twitch from him.
The next morning, there's a newspaper article about a young girl who was raped in that very same alleyway (ZOMG). She goes to the police station and identifies the man in a line-up and he instantly breaks down and confesses all. As he's being lead away in handcuffs, she asks the cops to ask him why he didn't attack her. He tells them that she wasn't alone and had two tall men walking beside her.
It wraps up with this charming line:
Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly
*sighs* *pinches bridge of nose* *pushes chair back from desk and stands up* *folds hands calmly behind back* *bows head, then looks back up at poem*
...WHAT THE HIGH-FLYING SEAFARING BLOODY PTERODACTYL FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH LOVE OR SEX??/!!1!1!1?/????!!
IT'S A POEM ABOUT RAPE YOU IMBECILE, RAPE HAS FUCK-ALL TO DO WITH LOVE AND SEX IT'S ABOUT CONTROL AND POWER WHY THE FROZEN HELL WOULD YOU GIVE IT A STUPID-ASS TITLE LIKE THAT GO SLAP YOURSELF IN THE HEAD YOU ASSFACE
*deep breath* In other news, I'm going to do more badfic sporking. I clearly need a rage outlet.
I think my WUT D: pretty well speaks for itself as my reaction to that... poem (?)
PS. I love your Captain Haddock style swear words; lemme contribute a few canonical ones: THUNDERING TYPHOONS! WHAT BASHI-BAZOUK CAME UP WITH THAT THING?!
The only reason I called it a poem is because it's typed in that messed-up format of the snippet I blockquoted. There's really nothing poetic about it otherwise. Not even in relation to free-form poetry. (Or is that free-style poetry? The ones that don't follow the traditional rules.)
I will admit that I didn't come up with "seafaring". That one's from ecchaniz0r... ecchianz0r... that person from F_W whose name I can never spell. S/he replied with "what the seafaring hell" in response to a comment of mine once where I was quoting something headdesky from the wank. :)
I bet "pterodactyl" is all your own though. ;)
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