It has been a long time since staff here has deemed David Futrelle significant enough to pay attention to in the featured articles, and that holds true today. However, he has elevated his most recent bit of pearl-clutching so far into the realm of straw-clutching that I thought it was worthy of giving David some of the attention he so desperately craves in the Bulletins section.
Some of you may know that one of the latest feminist outrages revolves around a rocket scientist wearing what our ever-reaching David calls a “sexist” shirt. For the mansplaining mantards in the audience, “sexist” means a feminist didn’t like it.
The absurdity of people who launch ideological turds going ballistic over the fashion choices of a guy too smart to know how dumb they are quickly made a galactic psychodrama on Twitter, of course. One particular Tweetledum twootled that the shirt worn was proof that women are not welcome to, you know, pretty much figure out how to build and fly a machine 10 years over 600 million kilometers of cold space and land it on a chunk of rock and ice moving at 135,000 kph.
Yeah, that’s the ticket. Women who are capable of doing that are intimidated by shirts.
Now, perhaps the guys is not as smart as I think he is. After all, he could have worn the shirt with the buttons ripped off and had another geek use a marker to write “This is not permission to rape me!” across his bare chest, and it would have not caused such a stir. Or maybe he didn’t know that because he was too busy helping mankind accomplish one of the most remarkable feats in human history to keep up with slut culture.
But, I digress.
The target of Futrelle’s latest faux outrage is AVfM contributor Christopher Cantwell, who responded to the tweet by saying, “Please kill yourself.” There were other similarly snarky replies on that thread, inviting the OP to “jump off a cliff” and one wishing her to get Ebola.
Futrelle was either dumb enough to interpret this literally or smart enough to realize his readers were dumb enough to interpret it literally with his instigation. Either way he went into righteous indignation mode on the quick, hinting on his blog that Cantwell had elevated himself to “worst offender” in the small group of non-offenders.
David, please go kill yourself.
You should, however, before you slip away into the dark void that resembles your capacity for logic, consider that you may want to get out more. A lot more, actually.
“Please kill yourself” in the context of Twitter and a lot of other Internet exchanges is par for the course.
Feminist ideologues. Reminding us daily that if you clutch a straw hard enough, it will turn into a pearl.