Jill at Feministe just can’t help herself. She’s helplessly drawn, like an angry, bitter moth to the raging inferno:
I really didn’t want to post anything about V-x D-y ever again. I stopped reading his blog. I agreed with commenters who said that linking to him only gives him more attention. I won’t write out his whole name — that way, when he googles himself for masturbatory material, hopefully he’ll come up short. I vowed never to link to him again.
Except now….
What a frightened bunch of little girls! They want to ignore it, except they can’t, but they’re afraid that if they say anything critical, they’ll get called on the carpet and paddled. Apparently it’s a lot more fun to simply cast aspersions and make baseless assertions about how illogical and ridiculous my arguments are when they don’t have to defend their statements. And yet, if my arguments are so flawed, why do they feel the need to cower and whisper passive-aggressively about them instead of boldly confronting them in public?
Now, I don’t care if they link to this blog or not. I don’t care if they read it or not – heck, I don’t even care if people who like it read it or not. Take it or leave it as you like. But I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out the weird behavior of these particular critics.
Now, if anyone wants to take issue with anything I write, they can post comments here, or, in the case of a more lengthy critique, email it to me and upon request I’ll post right here, in its entirety – subject to reasonable space limitations, shall we say a 3,000 word maximum? That seems reasonable. Also, if it’s redundant, boring or involves something that’s been previously addressed, I reserve the right to ignore it.
Back to the Brave Sir Robinettes… their cowardice is rivaled only by the inability of their constricted little minds to even grasp that they are missing the larger portion of the picture. Thus, the incredulity with which some Pandagonians regard my recent call for George Bush’s impeachment. I can only conclude that politically speaking, they are flatlanders.
Finally, I noticed the following absurdity on Amanda’s blog: “Also, is it appropriate to throw the fact that KMFDM invented industrial and doesn’t get the cred they deserve in the face of people obsessed with Trent Reznor as if he’s god?
Being a former Wax Trax! signee myself, I think I can state with some authority that KMFDM didn’t invent industrial. Industrial evolved from the technology more than it was created by anyone, in my opinion, but if you’re going to give one well-known industrial band credit, you’d have to give it to Al and Paul from Ministry, who not only did it first, but also did it best.
I have a ridiculously large Wax Trax! CD collection, courtesy of Jim Nash – he’s the one who says “hello, teenage America” on the KMFDM album, in case you didn’t know that – and while I like KMFDM, I don’t think they’re in the same league as Ministry, Thrill Kill or the greatest cheesy video band of all time LAIBACH.
A conversation overheard in a limo passing the Gay 90’s in Minneapolis some years ago:
Drummer – Holy cow, will you look at all those fags?
Wax Trax! VP – Um, you should probably know that Jim and Danny are… well, partners.
Drummer – Yeah, so?
Wax Trax! VP – They’re partners, you know, like….
Drummer – Business partners?