Thank You for the Self-Esteem, Guys
UPDATED: You know, I learned a lot from all this. Really. Even thought I knew these statements are nonsense I learned about the power of words to make someone’s self-confidence crash and burn despite all the pleadings from the rational part of my brain.
If there’s one thing I got out of Christianity it was “love thine enemy.” What a pity no one preaches it anymore.
Anway, I’m over it.
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Kristine is ugly! (Scroll down to "Emanuel Goldstein's" comment - yeah, that's a hoot. I didn't wear makeup on the islands. Shocker. All the photos that I've ever posted that I stated were of me, were of me. When I wasn't taking the form of a toad.)
Kristine is fat! ;-) (OMnG, that's a hoot, that is. Even black magic won't make that true.)
Oh dear, somebody at Uncommon Descent broke our "don't-post-about-me-personally-and-I-won't-post-about-you-personally" rule. Search AtBC all you want, I never made any comment about a certain somebody's appearance or efforts to lose weight. (I did talk about all the global warming conspiracy theories.)
"The bone is for the dog." Har-de-har, is the dog supposed to be me? Isn't he afraid of fleas? (I've had six months to "reflect.")
Man, that's class. Real class. Care to come to Minneapolis, or should I visit Austin sometime?
And WAD, the wacko in Waco?
For tea and cookies? How about some rice cakes?
Better bring rice cakes. ;-)
(I guess I was giving somebody a little too much credit for maturity, because I really thought the peaceful coexistence would last. Well, that's what happens when you have faith, I guess. I won't make that mistake again.)
But these gentlemen left out one thing, one essential thing. It begins with a "w." W-I-T-C...
(I'm totally serious.)
If there’s one thing I got out of Christianity it was “love thine enemy.” What a pity no one preaches it anymore.
Anway, I’m over it.
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Kristine is ugly! (Scroll down to "Emanuel Goldstein's" comment - yeah, that's a hoot. I didn't wear makeup on the islands. Shocker. All the photos that I've ever posted that I stated were of me, were of me. When I wasn't taking the form of a toad.)
Kristine is fat! ;-) (OMnG, that's a hoot, that is. Even black magic won't make that true.)
Oh dear, somebody at Uncommon Descent broke our "don't-post-about-me-personally-and-I-won't-post-about-you-personally" rule. Search AtBC all you want, I never made any comment about a certain somebody's appearance or efforts to lose weight. (I did talk about all the global warming conspiracy theories.)
"The bone is for the dog." Har-de-har, is the dog supposed to be me? Isn't he afraid of fleas? (I've had six months to "reflect.")
Man, that's class. Real class. Care to come to Minneapolis, or should I visit Austin sometime?
And WAD, the wacko in Waco?
For tea and cookies? How about some rice cakes?
Better bring rice cakes. ;-)
(I guess I was giving somebody a little too much credit for maturity, because I really thought the peaceful coexistence would last. Well, that's what happens when you have faith, I guess. I won't make that mistake again.)
But these gentlemen left out one thing, one essential thing. It begins with a "w." W-I-T-C...
(I'm totally serious.)
Labels: army of dorks, humor, sexism
posted by Kristine | Monday, June 04, 2007
19 Comments:
DaveTard making comments about someones appearance?
...um
should I visit Austin sometime?
Definitely! I'm sure we'd love to have you on the Non-Prophets podcast. :)
-Matt
Well, I understand that I'm invited to join the diet club. (I received such a nice invitation, too.) I'm so totally there, like honey on a bear!
Thanks, Matt D., I may have a trip to Washington DC coming up, so I don't know when I'll get there (I'm talking to you too, DaveScot) but I'll try to make it sometime.
Matt, may I just ask you, is a woman slapping a man's face against the law in Texas?
Of course, there is an alternative.
Begins with an "a."
I'm sure they've heard of apologies in Texas.
Emanuel Goldstein can whip one out, too.
I read the comments at ftfk's Reasondisabled and I gotta say:
I hardly ever moderate a comment on any of my blogs, but those comments were intentionally out of bounds. Fuckers are a bunch of ballfree wonders. How small must a pee-pee be before you need to start disparaging someone's appearance just to make yourself feel better?
I know narcissism begins with deep inner shame and hatred, and I have seen plenty of symptoms from the folks who posted at Reasondisabled.
These are my public thoughts on the matter--my "real" feelings are much deeper and reveal much more about the writers. Feel free to email me if you want a no-holds-barred version.
Peace, man. Thanks for being so loyal but I really don’t want to go there. DaveScot may hate my guts but I do not hate him.
I think he thought he was trying to be funny and it got away (as it tends to) from him. I also think Ftk really feels bad so give her some credit. I don’t know why he cares what I do, anyway, after everything he said at Uncommon Descent the last time I posted there. If he hates me so much, he should ignore me. If anything, the person who should really take me to task is Denyse. :-)
This is coming at a time when John is (and others are) facing the fallout of another person’s cruel words – someone that we thought was a friend. Plus, my crazy neighbor is out of jail again and back in the neighborhood (I filled up two pages of a victim impact statement on him). The girlfriend that he held at “gunpoint” is still with him even though she lost her house due to all that, so at some point she’s just going to have to save herself. He hassles me everytime he sees me and I feel helpless about it - and now, after a winter of peace, I'm afraid that's goign to start up again. Plus I sat John down last night and told him that he may hear/see unsubstantiated (and untrue) rumors that I was a slut on the ship because, you know, women traveling alone are only after ONE THING.
*Sigh*
People are trying to ruin my trip for me but they can’t spoil my memories. I wish I could go back there. I think I may disappear from the blogosphere for a while to finish writing about it, and to work on flash (I promised a dancing video to someone if people haven’t been scared off), and to write, and think, and read, and dance, and rediscover nature in silence. I live mostly in silence.
We just had a big discussion at AtBC about reproducing people’s e-mails in public but I think I can post this here because I wrote it (to DaveScot). I’m not begging for an apology – hell, it’s a free country, call me a man if you want (that’s happened, too) – but I’m proud of what I said here:
"You know, I had a very good time on those islands. I really recommend that you visit there if you can, because there’s something very freeing and cleansing about getting away, as much as one can on a ship, from human entanglements.
"I have never had a problem with nature, even nature at its worst. It's humans that have hurt me – not animals, not plants, not rocks (unless thrown at me by boys, which happened), and not 'meaninglessness.' There is no meaninglessness on the islands. Nature cannot, with a few cruel words, create a delusion in one’s head about one’s ugliness and worthlessness, or with malicious gossip mock an adventure that one has enjoyed. With nature, once you do something it is never undone, not even billions of years later, no matter what anyone says. And when you have not done anything wrong you have not done it, no matter what some jealous blowhard says to you in a Miami airport. Nature pushes no paper to tell you that something simple is 'impossible' – it’s either impossible or its not. With nature, even the smallest action [or] achievement [can] have untold consequences. The ocean doesn’t care if you’re a man or a woman, rich or poor, when you’re snorkeling. Evolution is mostly avoidance of a conflict, rather than outright struggle and overt competition, did you know that? Me neither."
And no, I never thought of it like that before.
I’ll find my way.
You're a w-i-t-c? So does that mean you are a student at Wisconsin Indianhead Technical College? :-)
No, it means that I tried to teach a class there in Philosophy of Belly Dance called "The Skinny on Shimmies" but they tore up my contract and won't acknowledge my brief tenure. ;-)
Actually, the extrusion classes look fun. "One word: plastics!"
Wow, John, talk about being brave putting your before/after photos online! Good job on the weight loss.
Note (just in case a certain somebody is figeting outside the comments box - not holding my breath, just in case): My crack above about "hating my guts" was a pun, in case no one saw that.
Be cool Kristeine - Be you!
And BTW - I am having trouble reaching ATBC and Panda's today... anyvbody else?
Yeah, I'm having a problem there too.
Be you!
I know I'm a lunatic. Thanks for putting up with me.
Kristine,
would you take it as a complement if i said that you're not fat, you're phat!
Sorry to be quib. Just keep in mind what your enemies say and think about you reflect more on them than yourself.
Well, thanks. And yes, I know that.
All “enemies” are temporary, anyway. Right? Wascally enemies.
The real enemy is shame and guilt. I now realize that they lie at the base of a lot of bad behavior. And while I don’t exactly believe that religion is the root of all evil, I do believe that self-hatred is the root of most evil, and when that is harnassed, especially by religion, it becomes a volatile combination. But it doesn’t have to just be religion.
So I hereby resolve to be a better person from now on and never, ever consciously use those evil spells, shame and guilt, on other people ever again. And if I do please call me on it.
I think there is a toxic, explosive problem often found on Web 2.0:
Many come to blogs and forums to share their thoughts in a medium that is safe--somewhat anonymous and you can retreat at any time without anyone really knowing where you go.
At the same time, narcissists find a wonderful home in cyberspace. Just think: Even though the narc hates himself, he gets to compensate by believing his blog is the very best Star Trek blog in the world. Or, as I have heard DS profess: "I've read 'hard' science fiction all my life so I know..."
OK, I cut my teeth on Heinlein, Asimov, et al, but I never thought it gave me a PhD in biology, psychology, geology and physics. Worse yet, he seems to think it gives him some sort of ability to be a judge of character.
Poor fella, he really needs to grow some real self-esteem. Idiot.
But you asked me to be nice, so I’ll try.
What’s the deal with John? I haven’t kept up with his weekly keep updates, but I need to. I like his stuff—he’s doing something and that’s more than most. Maybe if he applies for the Spielburg reality show it will show all those who are not in the arena…?
OK, I cut my teeth on Heinlein, Asimov, et al, but I never thought it gave me a PhD in biology, psychology, geology and physics. Worse yet, he seems to think it gives him some sort of ability to be a judge of character.
Yeah, I know. He shoved that "I don't have to work for a living" boast in my face, too.
Like I'd never been sneered at for not being rich before. Geez, I developed a resistance to that when I was a teen-ager!
You don't have to be "nice," but I wouldn't let what he says bother me, Kevin. One thing I've learned, you can't control controlling people. So he needs to brag. I'm not going to get all worked up about it.
What I don't understand is what this all has to do with intelligent design. I mean, are some golden individuals intelligently designed and others, like we peasants ;-) not? What's the point in asserting any kind of religious or quasi-scientific claim that we didn't come "from the slime" if he's just going to reinforce the whole "you are all just worthless scum"?
:-)
(Naturally, I don't call it "slime" or see organic compounds as icky or "worthless," or apes as savage, etc.) It seems like few people have ever been nice to DaveScot just because he exists. Well, he's doing a good job of making sure people stay mad at him but I don't want to play that game.
It's like the Dembski-Dawkins thing; I'm not Dawkins' spokesperson but I don't get the impression that Dawkins pays much attention to Dembski at all, certainly not enough to "hate" the guy, whereas Dembski expends a lot of energy on "hating" Dawkins. Isn't there a verse in the Bible about "resist not evil?" ;-) (How witchy of me, quoting Scripture!) Aren't people in danger of becoming that very thing which they fight and despise so much? But I think I know what's going on with Dembski, because, whether he admits it or not, Dembski sees Dawkins as a father figure.
Dembski's father was an evolutionary biologist. Dembski rebelled against his father and now he's gotta take on another, world-famous evolutionary biologist - and the way he goes about it looks a lot more like a quest for approval - oh, yeah, I know all about that stuff. I rebelled against my father's worldview, too. Why do you think I'm in this fight? Why do you think I had that weird crush on Dembski, anyway? Don't all girls fall in love with their fathers?
With me, my emotions are too complicated for me to hate people (at least for long). It's pointless; if we're all cousins, as I believe that we are, then we need to keep that in mind.
Pfff, I'm not even sure you're corporeal. Here in Internet Land everyone is just brains and finger tips, and none of those have genetalia, diets or makeup.
My settings pretty much block anything resembling a picture (I'm at work), but I can say your text makes you funkeh. You'd be hot even if you were a 300 pound bald man who lives in his parent's basement and contribured signifigantly to the damp problem. You have a hot BRAIN. You will continue to be hot even if your entire body is chewed off by some yet-to-be-discovered carniverous mung-bean, leaving only a brain in a jar and a permanent place in Ripley's Believe It Or Not.
My cousins on the other hand, are pointless wastes of skin, the lot of them. They have brains which sit in a perpetual state of low-grade suspicion, greed, resentment, and a misguided belief that the world owes them pretty much anything they decide they want.
They could use some shame and guilt. Sometimes it's necessary for a bit of perspective. Perspective permits serial boof-heads (god I love expressions from Australian politics) to attempt some form of self-improvement. I can think of some Dave Scotts who could use such persepctive.
Why, thank you! That's true, we're not corporeal here in cyberspace - part of the attraction to it, I think. I'm wittier when I write than when I speak, unless I'm really comfortable in the situation.
But I assure you that I am indeed female, 42, a BD, living with my boyfriend, and draining the planet of its caffeinated liquid as we speak.
It sounds like your cousins need to let their guard down. I don't think anyone needs shame and guilt, but openness and a twinge of conscience. Yes, perspective - that's the word.
Phhhhht!
"One word: perspective!"
Somebody should make a movie around that theme. ;-)
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