The Potions Dungeon
( Today on the Rosenrot Follies )
Just when I thought Beekay couldn't get any skeevier, she's taken to posting members' private PMs to her as an admin publicly. Behold:
( I'm Having a Bad Day, So Kiss Your Privacy Goodbye )
This will be the last round of Rosenrot Forum follies for a while because it looks like things are dying down.
( The Longest PC Popo Raid Ever )
And now I need a drink and a Richard hug. One out of two is better than none.
Oh, the drama, I has it. When last we left her, Beekay had snottily smeared Devilkitty with this nugget of inflammatory smarm:
( The PC Popo Are Oppressing My Inner Asshole )
And that, as they say, is that.
Oh, Beekay, you never fail to bring the sanctimonious cluelessness to the yard. After she dropped trou and showed her ass to the Internet last night, Devilkitty snapped on her cleats and sallied forth to offer the following opinion:
Since I'd hate to be accused of slurring another person's feelings, here's a definition of homophobia from Wikipedia:
Homophobia is a range of negative attitudes and feelings towards lesbian, gay, bisexual, queer, and in some cases transgender and intersex people. Definitions refer variably to antipathy, contempt, prejudice, aversion, and irrational fear… In a 1998 address, author, activist, and civil rights leader Coretta Scott King stated that "Homophobia is like racism and anti-Semitism and other forms of bigotry in that it seeks to dehumanize a large group of people, to deny their humanity, their dignity and personhood.”
I'm terribly sorry for making you uncomfortable. In the future, I shall try to laugh at your comments on clothing choices that scream "gay" to you. While I'm at it I'll be sure to make "retards" the butt of jokes, because that is just pure comedy gold! As long as I'm not eating a cheeseburger at the time I'm sure it will be alright with you, BeeKay? After all, I'm not at all uncomfortable eating animals so I'm not in agreement with the vegan lifestyle. And you wouldn't want to slur my feelings on eating delicious bacon, would you?
Predictably, Beekay retaliates with another stunning fullisade of dismissive handwaving, deflection, and veiled threats:
@ devilkitty: I sense a tremendous amount of animosity in your reply and won't speculate as to why. That's not important. Clearly you interpreted my earlier, carefully worded comment as a personal attack, but that is your bag of worms to carry around. Should you wish to engage in an impartial discussion of the topic, I would invite you to do so in Discussion. If you do not, that's fine too.
But just remember, I don't tolerate rudeness toward a member when posting - and that includes rudeness toward staff. Hopefully you'll be able to control your emotions next time. If not, you'll find there are consequences.
Yes, because Rammfen should aspire to be Vulcans, devoid of emotions and moved only by the pure beauty of logic. There is just one problem. You have no logic save your own binary mine-is-right-and yours is wrong worldview, and when anyone challenges you on your bigoted, inflammatory behavior, you retreat behind your admin's shield and bully them into silence.
Of course people are angry. You have routinely engaged in bullying, exclusionary behavior designed to make any fan that isn't straight, able, and vegan feel uncomfortable and shamed. You've berated members for not crusading tirelessly for your pet causes, yet you have refused to take action or reevaluate your own behavior when members have approached you and told you that they felt unwanted and devalued as a human being in such a hostile environment. You have repeatedly ridiculed members of Rammstein for being "effeminate" and joyfully mocked the developmentally disabled with your hateful captions. The board even features a drooling "speh" icon.
Look, you don't have to be a safe space. The Internet is not and should not be a sanitized Nerf Zone where no one can speak for fear of ruffling feathers. But if Rosenrot is not a safe zone, then have the spine to admit it. Don't proclaim in your rules that hate speech will not be tolerated, and then proceed to foster an oppressive, exclusive atmosphere where disabled and gay Rammstein fans are expected to silently endure ridicule for the chance to hang on the dirty fringes of board discourse. Don't proclaim the board to be an inclusive safe space and then refuse to provide that safety when fans ask for it.
Devilkitty is angry because you are a hypocrite who spits in people's faces and then plays the innocent martyr when they don't just let the spit dangle from the tip of their noses. You deserve every ounce of her contempt and then some, because the concept of "Liebe ist fuer alle da" has clearly outstripped your meager mental resources.
And don't even get me started on the aneurysm-inducing discussion on those evil PC police going on in the discussion thread. There is a quantum distinction to be made between the hand-wringing apologists who insist that little Johnny shouldn't be held responsible for beating his elderly neighbor to death because he is a poor boy from a broken home who had the opportunities of others rubbed in his face, and between oppressed and marginalized people asking for some basic human courtesy. When I ask someone not to make ignorant comments about those with disabilities or to refrain from making fun of the "retards", I am not asking them to like me; I am asking them not to spit in my face. Nothing more and nothing less, and I'm tired of being told that my request for simple civility is stifling their right to free expression and ability to feel "comfortable". All I'm asking is for one minute without the warm slick of spittle on my face. Is that really too much to ask?
Oh, and by the way, if you truly think that what might be true for one member of a marginalized group must be true for all, then more fool you.
Now with bonus assholery:
I think that the recent pus and viciousness that has been flung around in the Till thread by that member provides an apt example of how someone can be - and are - "attacked" if they do not subscribe to the current "flavour of the month" politically-correct mindset and lingo of the time. The implication is clear: If you do not automatically and completely swallow this way of thinking -without question- you are: (homophobic), (racist), (elitist), (classist), etc.
Thankfully, not everyone is like this. It's entirely possible to have a great discussion with people who are on polar opposites of an issue - it's an intriguing, stimulating and worthy intellectual exercise as long as personal attacks are kept out of it.
And me? I have my views (just as everyone does) on a variety of topics. That some may not always be the *popular* ones does not bother me in the slightest.
Oh, Beekay, just when I think you can't be any more loathsome.
Today on the Rosenrot Forum Follies, a discussion erupts in the Till Lindemann thread about the relative "gayness" of Till's scarf. After some discussion on whether or not Till likes men, a photo surfaces of Till admiring the form of a buxom blonde.
Enter Sehnsucht, who hopes Till's obvious appreciation of boobs will put an end to the speculation about his sexual orientation as such talk makes her "uncomfortable."
Devilkitty asserts that the word Sehnsucht is looking for is "homophobia."
Roseredliverpool chimes in with the irrelevant tidbit that she can't be a homophobe because she has a gay daughter.
Enter Beekay, who drops this flawless Hope diamond of stunning ignorance and hypocrisy:
@ devilkitty: People have a right to their own feelings and thoughts on any issue. If I read your post re: "homophobic" correctly, I don't think it's fair at all to slur another person's feelings on an issue because they are not comfortable with or in agreement with it.
Personally, I think it's rather sad that the word "gay" has been appropriated and now has a completely homosexual connotation. Same thing with the appropriation of a rainbow. *Shrugs*
Yes, the "appropriation" of the word "gay" and the use of the rainbow to express pride and the hope for social inclusion by the LBGTQ community is an egregious miscarriage of justice on par with bigotry and petty hatred and stereotyping a man as potentially gay simply because he chose to wear a scarf.
Won't someone think of
I found this while reading Neil Gaiman's blog. Not so much as a wanky argument as a wanky idea.
Apparently, Margaret Atwood, tired of actually attending book signings and interacting with the unwashed rabble that is her fanbase, has invented an Automatic Kissing Machine and Booksigner. With this baby, there is no need for her to be anywhere near the book signing. Nope, she can just interact from her home through the use of a video screen.
What does the lucky fan get out of this? Why, a mechanically reproduced signature and a printout commemorating the "meeting."
Now, instead of getting that pesky Carpal Tunnel Syndrome by signing all those books, she can get it by wanking to her own greatness.
The Kissing Machine
Random HP Question:
Do you think the male wizarding population engages in non-religious circumcision of male infants? I say non-religious because, clearly, Jewish wizards, if there be such a thing, would.
I don't think they would. Circumcision for hygienic reasons did not become popular until the late nineteenth century, and the wizarding world seems to be stuck in the pre-Industrial Revolution mindset. And with the various and sundry cleaning Charms at their command, the argument, "It's more sanitary," seems redundant.
Random Story Time:
When I was thirteen or so, I was a wrestling fanatic. I still am, but back then, I was convinced it was real. Anyway, I collected memorabilia like crazy, and one of the things on the market were Pillow Buddies. Pillow Buddies were huggable pillows of assorted wrestling stars-Sting, Hulk Hogan, and a few others.
I pestered and pestered my mother for a Sting Pillow Buddy. To my 13-year-old eyes, he was Teh Stud. She finally bought one, and I was ecstatic, hugging it like no tomorrow. My grandmother, who was with us at the time, leaned over and whispered very conspiratorially, "Now you can sleep with a man between your knees every night."
My mother had a coronary, and I laughed until I strained something.
I received my midterm grade today. 93%. Go, me. This means that unless I achieve catatonic narcolepsy in the next three weeks, I can get an A out of this class. *gives self cookie*
I've been thinking of joining hogwarts_live, but I'm petrified. I've always been reticent about interacting with others, as I don't want to trample anyone's toes with my enthusiasm. Additionally, the character I would do best, Rebecca Stanhope, is the dreaded American Transfer Student. I suppose I could make her a British witch who had received home tutelage until Dumbledore felt she was strong enough to attend. Otherwise, I don't know how else to explain the sudden appearance of a wheelchair-bound witch. We'll see. I have to work up the courage to email aculeatus first.
There has been much chatter in the Alan Rickman communities about his teeth. Apparently, he had the bottom teeth straightened and bonded. I think he looked fine either way, though I wonder if it will affect his distinctive and beautiful speech. I hope not. Anyway, it's his damn mouth, so if he wants to have his teeth gold-plated, he can have at it. I am curious, however, as to why he waited until fifty-eight to have them fixed. Is the backlog of the British dental system that severe?
I can see it now:
( AR Goes to the Dentist )
I'm a sucker for cop drama. I'll watch any show at least once. So last night I gave With Malice a shake. It's a British cop drama on A&E, and boy, is it...awful. Some of it, I'm sure, is culture shock; after all, I'm accustomed to coffee-swilling, chain-smoking, foul-mouthed, pot-bellied detective like the ones on NYPD Blue, not the genteel, tea-sipping, tweed-bedecked, unflappable graduates from the Royal Academy of Petrified Driftwood, but really, it's not very entertaining.
The episode I saw featured the case of a registered pedophile murdered in his flat. Well, since this is a child molester, the cops take their sweet time getting to the scene. One less piece of trash on the streets, wot? Oh, woe unto them! It turns out that the pedophile(which they pronounce as pee-doe-phile, much to my juvenile delight) was actually an undercover SO officer investigating a purported snuff tape. Ooops.
As expected, this lights a fire under the homicide squad, and they launch a fierce manhunt. I think. Because unlike American cops, who would scream and swear and kick heads in to get the answers, these upholders of justice conduct their investigation with all the verve and panache of lobotomized pod people. Actually, they look like people suffering mild intestinal upset. Must be all that tea.
We mustn't forget the tea. There's lots of that. Tea in the meetings. Tea on the stakeouts. Tea at their desks. With all the tea-drinking going on here, it's a wonder they just didn't pitch tents in the loo. Maybe the pod people posing as actors need the tea to survive.
Eventually, thanks to DNA advice from the forensic audiologist, of all people, they snag their man, who turns out to be-a police officer, Pfc. Connaghey, to be precise. Our Pfc. made the snuff tape, went on the prowl for further victims, discovered the SO at a mutual friend's
The climactic-and oh, what an ironic term that is-interrogation scene made me roll my eyes and titter. I assume the actress playing the head investigator was striving for cool gravity, but what she delivered was heavy-handed, Thorazine-laced boredom. She went from mild gas pain to glazed, dribbling apathy. At least it was a change. The poor actor across from her looked sorry to have been roped into the whole sordid mess and was looking longingly at the door to the interrogation room. I sympathized entirely. *I wanted to get out, and I had a remote...
Aside from the crassness of the oh-so-subtle jab at the Irish with the Irish pee-doe-phile, and the shaved rock acting, the script was Teh Painfully Stupid. Honestly, how smart can the British police be if they have to be told about DNA by THE FORENSIC AUDIOLOGIST? With police that stupid, the criminals have nothing to fear.
Yeah, I don't think Anthony LaPaglia and his sartorial splendor on Without a Trace have anything to worry about.