November 18, 2014
End of the Road
Guys, after thinking a lot about it, I'm just not willing to do this anymore.
There are things I care about in life passionately, and passionately believe are worth defending. But the Internet is entirely the wrong place for that. Wrong audience, wrong venue. The culture (not just liberal culture, but conservative culture too) is so far removed from the things I love and the values I hold that I no longer know how to bridge the gap or even communicate across it anymore.
You can chalk this up to the increasingly toxic culture wars, or to my personal failings as a human being (which are many), or to whatever you wish. Either way, I'm done.
Thank you for the gift of your friendship and your conversation all these years. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work out my ideas, for your patience as I have grappled with various issues, and for the sounding board you've provided.
November 17, 2014
LEAVE MATT TAYLOR ALONE! CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S A *HUMAN*???
The Editorial Staff slipped from betwixt the Marital Sheets just as rosy-finger'd Dawn began painting the horizon with emasculating shades of pink and coral and [sob!] even canary yellow. As we snidely sipped our morning coffee, we sensed a ginormous disturbance in the Force.
It was as though a million manly voices had cried out in agony, and were suddenly silenced.
It was like something from the show trials of Stalin, or from the sobbing testimony of the enemies of Kim Il-sung, before they were taken away and shot. It was like a scene from Mao's cultural revolution when weeping intellectuals were forced to confess their crimes against the people.
Why was he forced into this humiliation? Because he was subjected to an unrelenting tweetstorm of abuse. He was bombarded across the internet with a hurtling dustcloud of hate...
Life contains a finite number of "where were you?" moments: where were you when they shot JFK and Martin Luther King? Where were you when the Berlin Wall fell, or the Twin Towers came crashing down?
Where were you when The Great Tweetstorm of 2014 touched ground, devastating everything in its path?
Is there anyone still brave enough to defend that most sacred of prerogatives: the right of a man to wear a shirt depicting highly sexualized and scantily clad women on television?
It is with a great degree of sadness that the Blog Princess thinks back to a bygone era when America was the undisputed Colossus on the global stage. In that golden age, men were men: bold, unashamed, proudly masculine. And everywhere, as far as the eye could see, were men sporting Hawaiian-style shirts full of semi-nekkid women.
It was a manly right of passage; something like a Bar Mitzvah. Turn 13, don an eye-popping shirt, and wear it to your first job interview. Think of the manly role models of ages past. John Wayne, Gregory Peck, Humphrey Bogart - who can think of these proud, male icons without also remembering the buxom, barely-clothed babes emblazoned on their shirts? When did men lose this proud tradition, this glorious blaze of self-expression so inextricably linked with manhood that - clearly - it must be defended at all costs, else this once-common tradition forever vanish from the earth?
And how better to highlight the overwrought, hysterical bleating of female tweeters (much less the utter intellectual bankruptcy of their arguments) than with the cool, bracing rhetoric of dispassionate reason? The searing logic and pinpoint accuracy, for instance, of this point are indisputable:
I think we all understand that "but for" the absolute right to wear eye popping shirts on TV free from gender-oppressive Twitter commentary, mankind could never have placed a landing craft on a comet in outer space. The two phenomena are as inextricably linked as ... well, Soviet-style pogroms and disapproving Tweets! And who can object to calm, sensible, but above all rigorously non-shaming phrases like, "online feminist lynch mob", ""Mean girls" online mobbing", and "bullying"? Only the kind of person who doesn't want opposing voices to be heard at all. Free speech is only free when it is unopposed and uncriticized. Disapproval and disagreement are forms of silencing, meant to shut down opposing speech.
Or so we've been told :p
Who among us can contemplate such savagery without feeling the red mist of rage descend upon those harpies who "monstered" Dr. Taylor? After all, if an actress mostly known for making a sex tape and for appearing in public in various states of undress can strip off in an effete NY magazine without a single adverse comment or even a hint of ridicule on Twitter, then surely the absolute right of a scientist to appear on TV wearing a shirt full of scantily clad women with exaggerated... err... assets must be defended because.... EQUALITY!
After all, the two situations are exactly.the.same.in.every.respect.
The solution is obvious: the only way to fight outrage and hyperbole is with outrage and hyperbole. Clearly, whatever caused this heinous attempt to crush free speech - whether it be feminism or political correctness - must not go unchallenged, else we resign ourselves to living in a world where overwrought expressions of digital rage over completely trivial incidents become the accepted norm rather than the rare and disapproved-of exception.
And what a tragedy that would be.