Yesterday afternoon’s post brought to mind another instance where Bill Schmalfeldt just really didn’t get that what he was saying/advocating/satirizing was actually a huge violation of Personal Space. And he really really really didn’t like it when he got called out on it.
And yep, we’re going back there. Back to the Daily Kos Anal Rape diary. Buckle in! Stuff beyond the jump will get graphic and if you don’t like it, you have been warned. You can take it up with Bill Schmalfeldt and see what he says.
After Bill wrote that diary post, he wrote ANOTHER diary post, this one with the title “Please Stop Reading My Diaries. Thanks.” It promised to be “short and sweet” (it wasn’t) and basically Bill said people who couldn’t get his stuff were un-fun killjoys who just didn’t understand him, SOB! AND if they didn’t like what he wrote, well, they should just NOT READ IT. (How ODD! That’s been bandied about lately, hasn’t it? Whatever.)
But, but, but they should have LOVED him. By their “own ability to comprehend satire written by someone who is on (their) side.” Yeah. Ooookay. Will get back to this eventually…
The first poster to notice the deeper underlying issues both with Bill’s original Anal Rape diary and the followup goes by the name TrueBlueMajority. In their comment , they remarked on a few things that I have highlighted.
They point out that in this hypothetical situation, satire or not, it was predicated ENTIRELY on non-consent. The violation of another person’s personal boundaries. The paragraph in question from the original piece reads thusly:
She consents to attempting something. Just a little bit at first, and then see how it goes. However he jumps in and mows past all her boundaries, ramming it home. She objects strenuously. But “just relax! It’ll be all right!” But it isn’t all right. Eventually he relents, but her boundaries have been broken. And then he BLAMES her for not at least trying to enjoy his fun. His fun raping her.
A more apt metaphor for what Bill Schmalfeldt does to people on the internet cannot be found.
The cherry on the sundae? HE WROTE IT HIMSELF.