I’m a member of a group called Parenting Little Heathens, which is basically what it sounds like, and today someone felt like trollin’:

i don’t have kids and never will, but i have a couple comments to make based on my observations:

first, how can any rational person with the slightest grasp of the state of the world reproduce biologically instead of adopting?

second, it seems to me that people need to start treating kids like human beings, this idea that a child is a totally different being from a person is a major cause of problems in society. i work in a grocery store, and get to see this in action all the time. i put it this way: treat them like people in private and they won’t act like animals in public. people assume that kids cannot reason. as a result, they cannot reason.

just putting that out there

Ever noticed that most blatantly offensive posts tend to end in some variation of “I’m just sayin’”?

Anyway, I briefly entertained the notion of replying to this troll as if he were serious, but then decided I have better things to do with my life, so I simply responded “Weird, I thought I just heard something.”  A few other group members followed suit and made short quips about how they could swear they just heard something ping off their Troll Shields.  Then the group leader stepped in and had this to say:

Okay, I’ll bite. If you haven’t already found it, there is a “Child-free by choice” group here that you might be interested in. I appreciate that you know yourself well enough to be able to make that decision at young age. Some people unfortunately don’t realize that until they already have children. So kudos. As for your comments: 

1. Choice? We’re all irrational about something? How about we let each person make their own decision and leave it at that.

2. I agree with you on this point. Children are people and deserve to be treated with respect. Of course that doesn’t mean we treat them as fully grown adults. Having said that, I’ll add that it’s awfully easy to have opinions about raising children when you don’t have any.

Standing ovation for Dawn K!

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Trigger warning - transhatred, binarism, internalised misogyny, ableism (seriously, this is awful)



I’m getting really sick of “feminists” telling me how I should feel. I am a proud CIS white woman and let me tell you, I have to go through more torture and agony for how I choose to live my life than any fucking shitty genderqueers or so-called “feminists”. You act like just because you’re confused about your pussy that you deserve special treatment. I’ve got a treatment for you, it’s called electroshock treatment. Fix your broken brain before you start mangling your pussies because you “don’t feel right down there”.

Ihave to live everyday and dress up in heels and a bra to try and impress somebody out there, to get some attention from the opposite sex. You don’t know what that’s like. You don’t know what it’s like to be allergic to alcohol but still drink at parties because that’s the only way you know how to meet semi-attractive guys. How about you walk a mile in my shoes before you start judging? Grow up, because when I look at you I want to throw up.

Can't tell if trolling.

I think this person is trolling.  That last line is totally a childhood joke, and the rest of it is absolutely ridiculous too.  Unless the person in question is a sex worker, then that second paragraph is spot-on (in that I really haven’t been there myself).  Sex work should be legalized and regulated to protect worker rights, even for people who are obviously drinking the haterade.  But srsly, obvious troll is obvious.

THIS.  You do not need to tell anyone how healthy/attractive/whatever you think ze is, unless you are close personal friends on intimate terms with hir.  No, really, you don’t need to.  Your opinion is not some golden spark of light you must show to the world for it to treasure.  Even if you’re “concerned” for hir.

Especially if you’re “concerned”.  Nobody likes a concern troll.  (A concern troll is one who pretends to be supporting a person or idea, but then raises “concerns” about their flaws.)

When the manuscript of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was first accepted for publication in Britain, the copy editor advised me that all weights and measures would be changed to metric, which was the publisher’s standard practise. I refused to allow the change because, for the reasons stated above, there was no logic to the thing. However, this ought not to be taken as any kind of political statement on the part of the author. I am not anti-European; on the contrary, I am all for Britain being part of Europe, and I am part French myself. Nor do I have anything against the metric system, which is much more logical than the imperial, and which certainly makes baking much easier. However, I do find the old system much more picturesque, much quirkier, and therefore more appropriate to the kind of society I was describing.

The decision to keep the imperial system in the book had an unexpected sequel, which was an invitation to join the British Weights and Measures Association. As I do not agree that Britain ought to refuse to use the metric system (as many of this society’s members do), I was about to throw this invitation in the bin when I was struck by a sudden thought, and changed my mind. I know that what I am about to say does not reveal very good things about my character, but I had realised in a flash how much it would enrage my sister, Di, if I signed up. Di is never funnier than when infuriated, and among her many pet hates is the old-bufferish adherence to the old ways just for the sake of them, or because-by-God-it’s-British-and-no-Johnny-Foreigner-is-Going-To-Tell-Me-How-To-Measure-Suet-ness that such an organisation represents.

When my membership came out in the press, she exploded in a really satisfying outpouring of rage. I could hardly stop laughing long enough to tell her that I’d only joined to annoy her. This rendered her almost incoherent with indignation, which was possibly even funnier. Frankly, I doubt whether anyone has ever had as much fun for the price of a postage stamp.

J. K. Rowling

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