Hey Peoples, the reason you can't find me on Facecrack is because some lameoid twinklenuts reported me for using the craft business name, in an effort to protect the world from the sort of base, dishonest villains who deceive the good citizens of Social Mediadom by using a name people actually know them by.
|Disclaimer: not a picture of me|
I'm sorta inclined to think it has much more to do with petty spite than any real idea that I'm a threat to anyone's safety. At least not anyone who's actually within arm's reach, anyway, and they're gonna know who I am because proximity 'n shit. This for two reasons:
1. The sheer amount of staggeringly petulant, kneejerk, self-absorbed butthurtability that has become terribly fashionable.
2. The fact that a few of the aforementioned Divas of Speshulness have told me they were going to have me banned/blocked/deleted/whatever over something that got their knickers in a knot. Including the phrase "knickers in a knot".
|Also not me|
Some (alleged) people will tsk or tut over that and dismiss it with a blithe "well, you should just learn to get along better and not do or say anything that offends people". Roight. We totted up a list awhile back, and figured out that pretty much every aspect of my life offends someone.
In the same 24 hours I've been called an inherent bigot just for living in the southern US and a nigger lover for saying that race is a social construct based on evolutionary adaptations to local environments.
In the same week someone has attempted to reprimand me for both fat-shaming and encouraging obesity because I said I needed to drop a clothing size and said I didn't care for the Paleo diet.
|Much more photogenic than me|
In the same month I have been instructed that I am both a Feminazi and a slave to Patriarchy because I don't wear makeup and do shave my legs.
In the same forum thread I was assessed as being a threat to decent society for being a Pagan, a sell out coward to Christianity for saying the "Your god was nailed to a tree, my god has a hammer, any questions?" meme was trashy, and a mentally ill delusionary who should be locked up for my own good for believing in anything non-material at all.
I've been told I caused offense by eating babaghannouj (Middle Eastern = terrorist), wearing cargo shorts (not feminine enough = bad self esteem), reading about archaeology (not cool = trying to impress people Fail), having the wrong car (banged up, old, not a hybrid/too fuel efficient = poor priorities), riding a bike ( = loser that can't afford a car), watching Doctor Who (foreign and nerdy = anti-American and/or immature), eating meat (= barbaric/unhealthy), eating vegetables ( = hippie treehugger), having a pit bull/snakes/a tarantula/rats/any pets at all (various biases), and being in a relationship with a Brit with long hair, tattoos, and a speech impediment whose job involves getting messy (more various and so on).
Does anyone REALLY want to be the type of person who can keep (alleged) people like this happy? News flash; even if you say yes, it doesn't work. It's like paying off a blackmailer. All that craptastic garbage is from them being unhappy with themselves, and no matter what you change to try to please them, there's always something else for them to target.
|We're all Groot, yanno|
|Actually me, Primitive Bling mode|
Not going to do up another FB account for a bit. I have a suspicion that the reportee will just report me again, and I needed to get my PW store site and this blog cranked back up from school dormancy anyway. Peeps can tag me here via the contact link in the right sidebar or through Miles Batty's FB account. Stay tuned for cool junk and even more reasons to be offended!