When I’m wrong, I like to be spectacularly wrong. I like to write breathless screeds based on insufficient evidence, all the while burnishing my feminist and funny gal credentials. I like to wear a big trucker hat that says “I’m a Moron” on it. I like to rub dookie in glitter and call it art. It’s just how I roll.
I wrote an entry a few days back pretty much ripping off Cracked‘s head and vomiting down its neck. I did so based on one article (that I never read) and some user-generated content. Granted, those two things I based my opinion on are awful, but that still strikes me as a pretty iffy way to evaluate, well, anything. (I will never read the Wong article about misogyny because honestly the “We build things for you” sentiment makes me–as the sage Fry says– “literally angry with rage.”)
Luke McKinney recently wrote a piece about sexist comic book character outfits. Guess what happened next. No, guess. GUESS! You’ll never guess! Butthurt comictards came out to say “Nuh-uh” and “So what?” But this Luke fellow stuck to his guns and rebutted their dumb-as-fuck rebuttals. This is the sort of thing I should be applauding, not shitting on.
I was wrong. Doesn’t happen often. Enjoy it while you can.