It is time! For COMMENTS OF THE WEEK! Yes, they are late again, I am sorry. And also, have announcements. Which you will read, right after these COMMENTS OF THE WEEK:
s. captures the strange loop that is the World Wide Interblogs, on Sexist Beatdown: How DoubleX is Hurting Basically Everything Ever Edition:
If I comment on a post about how comments have changed the form of blogs and made awful things like DoubleX, does that mean I’m officially in internet hell?
Harriet Jacobs weighs in with a truly epic story (and hilarious one-act play!) which I am obligated to quote in its entirety, on Who Takes Responsibility for the Responsibility-Takers?:
This kind of logic is SO FASCINATING.
I have a story.
Once upon a time, I left my abusive husband. He wasn’t pleased.
At one point, lacking friends who were willing to help me out here because “choosing sides” and “not my problem” and “really awkward”, I had to go give my ex some of his stuff.
He owed me money, and when I dropped off his stuff, I waited an extra second or two to see if he’d give it to me. I could tell he was waiting an extra second or two to see if I’d ask. And since I knew his entire purpose here was to drag things out, I decided, fuck it, I don’t need money bad enough.
Later he discovered an UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT of things I had unfairly taken when they were not mine, such as spatulas, and crockpots my grandmother gave me for my birthday, and I really ought to return those things or I would be all kinds of mean bitch. I told him I would return his spatula when he paid me what he owed me. He said he wasn’t going to pay me, because I NEVER ASKED, which is what GROWN-UPS DO. I said paying back debts without a pretty please is something grown-ups do. We ended our conversation, and the last words we ever spoke to each other, with, “I’ll give you your money when you can be ENOUGH OF AN ADULT to actually GROW UP AND ASK me. So go ahead. Act like an adult, and ASK ME FOR THE MONEY I OWE YOU.”
Hey there I have been wronged.
YOU ARE WRONG FOR NOT *NOT* BEING WRONGED
I, uh, what?
WHY DON’T YOU STOP BEING WRONGED
Gosh, that’d be nice.
MAYBE ONCE YOU STOP BEING WRONGED YOU WILL NOT BE THE KIND OF PERSON WHO IS WRONGED ANYMORE
I guess that’s a superficial sort of sense…
YOU HAVE MY SPATULA
And, finally, a mysterious person or persons known only as Bad Editor weighs in on IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I WROTE A STAR TREK PIECE GO LOOK AT IT, with this shocking confession:
Now everyone has stopped reading these comments I can cowardly-confess the Josh Weedon misspelling thing was my fault. Sorry Sady.
Ha ha, that’s OK, Bad Editor! I don’t think too many people are into this Jodge Whebron person! Anyway, your secret is safe with me. Which brings us to
1. As some of you may know, Jauze Weevil’s important teledrama, The Doll’s House, is returning to TV! Do you know what this means? It means, my friends, that I am going to try to provide weekly recaps of it. Not that I expect them to be well-read: this Jose Weezer guy is not very popular among feminists, or people who read the Internet.
2. I am moving this week! Well, sort of. Someone is moving into the apartment I have now. Which necessitates moving things around, and putting furniture together, and doing all sorts of non-blog related things! So if I don’t reply to your e-mail, or post many things, I hope you will forgive me. I must focus on attaining perfect Feng Shui! Or, like, furniture that is put together! That last one is more likely.