Showing posts with label blog note. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blog note. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2014

Completely Unquestioningly In Means COMPLETELY UNQUESTIONINGLY IN

Written by Apple Bean, Jesus Rhino, Amy Cabbagepatch, Cheeky, Clone1, Clone2, and Those Other Guys

It has been a full week now since our fair mistress of fuck forest posted that she has been feeling overwhelmed.

We--the humble servants and members of Shakestown's inner circle, who exist and write to you but by the grace and generosity of our kind and self-sacrificing commander--wish to draw your attention to what we recognize to be an increasingly, enormously, remarkably, extraordinarily, alltheadverbsly disturbing trend that has been going on in Shakesnation, a trend that is harmful both to our own Shakessociety and to its most crucial, indispensable center, to such an extreme extent that it can only be expressed through unnecessarily long sentences with multiple clauses.

This community exists and is sustained solely through the milk it thanklessly sucks from Judy's tireless feminist teat; she has changed your diapers, soothed your rashes, spent your child support checks, and set her cocktail fork down long enough to burp you when needed. In return you have VOMITED on her.

Vomited on her.

The trend that we have dutifully observed is as follows:

Step 1: Judy sets the rules and tone of the blog. She sets her own hours. She takes responsibility for keeping herself safe and sets healthy emotional boundaries like any good adult so that she does not take positive appreciation, well-meaning suggestions, or good-hearted interest from the community as attacks on herself or demands of her that she need pay any mind. If commenters do make demands of her then she responds calmly with the recognition that no one can make any demands of her but herself, and maybe perhaps people with whom she has intimate relationships, and of course people with loaded guns, and so she does not view these demands as threatening. She sets clear boundaries, states her perspective, and holds people accountable for their words/actions without emotionally abusing them. She differentiates between her own issues and what other people are doing/thinking/feeling.

Step 2: Judy does not do any of the above.

Step 3: The community wonders why they are being given the silent treatment, why they are being blamed for inability to mind-read or being held to unreasonable standards such as already knowing that mom wanted her whiskey with one ice cube not two or that one should respond to a comment buried in a super long comment thread on a random post back when people used to post there and/or knowing that one should (/should not) email Judy with appreciation, concern, and offers to bake her cakes which are all obviously signs of unreasonable demands/not caring/caring too much.

Step 4: Judy gets over her huff and returns.

This is unacceptable. The bravery with which Judy continues to return and endure your serious ineptitude at commenting on a blog and your awful inability to discern how to properly belong to an imaginary community is laudable and unfathomable.

Although we have been clear that this is Judy's space, it is crucial, necessary, essential, and imperative that each and every one of us take responsibility for ensuring the emotional health and safety of the community and our commander herself. You can accomplish this by doing the following:

1) Think about the keys you are pressing. Don't just asldkjfalksdjflsdj like you have been.

2) Words have definitions. Learn them. Use them wisely.

3) Anticipate our blog commander's emotional needs. Act accordingly.

4) When you mess up, apologize because you should have known better.

5) Don't apologize, just do better.

6) Let Judy know you care and appreciate her.

7) Do not let Judy know you care and appreciate her; it's overwhelming.

8) Ockham's plaid underpants.

9) Pledge to be completely, unquestioningly in. Be completely, unquestioningly in.

Completely, unquestioningly in (CUI),

All of us

Friday, January 31, 2014

important shit, fuck famine and social justice

I am seriously fucking out of cocktail forks at this point.

In some buried comment thread in a near dead post, I wrote that I am feeling overwhelmed and that I feel like I am not even fucking safe in my own space.

Aaaaaaaand....cue tumbleweeds.

TUMBLEWEEDS.

I am saying that this space--over which I have complete control--is making ME feel UNSAFE and UNVALUED. I am fucking sick to a thousand deaths of protecting everyone else and making this blog safe for everyone except ME.

I. feel. un. safe.

And the community into which I have poured and stabbed all of my cocktail forks day after fucking day is silent.

Where is the social justice for me?

I cannot keep exhausting myself and all of my resources, my husband's disposable income, and your income--disposable and indisposable--to make this space safe for you and get NOTHING in return.

Does anyone respond on that buried thread? No. Instead my inbox is fucking FLOODED--INUNDATED--with people sending me messages like "Are you okay?" and "We noticed you missing on the blog--is everything okay?" and "What's wrong? Can I send you flowers or bake you a cake?" and "We miss you" and "We love you, Judith, hope you're okay."

WELL FUCK ALL OF THAT. I tell you that I am feeling fucking overwhelmed and you flood me with self-centered messages about how I'M letting you down and asking me to DO. EVEN. MORE. for all of you.

I am seriously, for real this time, this close to being this close to shutting the whole fucking thing down and pretending it never happened.

So, here's a fucking OPEN THREAD, since all you seem to want to do is fucking talk to each and ignore me. ENJOY, selfish, anti-justice warriors.


Monday, January 20, 2014

just so you know / today's query

If you're seeing fewer comments on posts it's not because people are leaving this space in droves. The internet is just trying to ruin EVERYTHING AS USUAL by rendering comments technologically impossible. Nevermind the few comments that are getting through. There are fuckbillions of comments lost in the ether and/or stabbed out of existence with the legendary banfork.

And with that, I'm taking a short vacation from trolling the internet for links and posting them here with limited comment. So please enjoy today's query of the afternoon!

Today's Query* (suggested by Shakestownie Judith Shakestown, aka PSOFF, aka me): How many times have you been banned from TBTSNBN (The Blog That Shall Not Be Named)? Wear your number like a badge!

*Currently accepting submissions for future questions that I can claim as my own.