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Oh, boo frickin’ hoo, Amanda. “They” didn’t silence you, YOU silenced you. Face it, you folded. When the going got tough, you whined like a little bitch with a skinned knee. And now you want to play the victim card and get sympathy? Denied.
As a bold feminist fighter doing battle with the dark forces of misogyny, you’re a complete weenie, dude. In fact, I hereby dub thee “Weena, Worrier Princess”.
And yuh know? When you post a crack like “...Mary... hot, white, sticky etc.” you knew you were lobbing a verbal hand grenade. So it’s a bit disingenuous to feign surprise when the grenade explodes. Then when you get called on it, instead of being honest and saying, ‘Yeah, I phrased it that way to push yer buttons, so what, fuck right off,” you claim you were misunderstood.
To paraphrase FZ, “If your children ever find out how weak and fraudulent you really are, they'll murder you in your sleep.” (Feel free now to whine about how you were driven away from the Letters section of Salon by threats to your whatever.)