I got into a bit of trouble this evening. I wrote an article for a school newsletter complaining about middle class females acting in a sexist manner towards men. I failed to mention that I am staunchly opposed to sexism of all forms, and that I wasn't trying to pass off all feminists as screeching harridans in dungarees. I wasn't, just so you know.
The article in question was written for a school newsletter, as I said. I had no idea it was going to go beyond the classroom. Instead it was found by feminist group YouFem. They promptly wrote a scorching deconstruction of my piece,bemoaning my opinions, my lack of knowledge, and most importantly, my use of English. My sardonic humour had touched a nerve, it seems. Or perhaps more accurately a nerve party. Or a nerve riot, considering the response. My article was not meant to change world views on feminism. I very much wish that the subjugation of women across the world could stop. I'd go in there myself, if I could afford the transport costs and money needed for a full suit of plate armour. It was what all my blog posts and articles are: hyperbolic, sarcastic, hopefully amusing rants on things that have got on my wick recently.
If I was my internet persona, I would have replied in a witty fashion, perhaps made some jokes about the fact many of my grammatical errors were in fact mistakes made during copying. I certainly did not use that many exclamation marks. However, I am not my internet persona. In life, when I am confronted with trouble or any confrontation at all, I panic. I grovel, I plead, I make excuses and I hide in a corner. I did all these things. Fortunnately, I was able to find my internet persona and write an article in tandem with Mr Scaredypants Mchidey.
Think what you want about me and the article, and be sure to check out the Youfem blog and twitter feed. (Type in "YouFem to the search engine of your choice(google)).
Thanks.
