Yabbut
I watch what’s going on at Fatshadow lately, and I can’t help laughing. Rather bitter laughter, but nonetheless.
I used to be very active on the Usenet newsgroup alt.support.childfree, until the tone became so negative it dragged me down with it. For a while, though, it was a jolly, intelligent, enjoyable group of people.
Until the Raving Yabbutters hit. Yeah, you don’t have to have kids, but I just couldn’t live without mine. Yeah, not having kids is okay, but my kids are the most important thing on earth to me. Yeah, you can make your choice, but I’m so very happy with mine. Yeah, this is a space for people without kids, but you just have to hear what mine did the other day…
The Raving Yabbutters regularly turned a jolly, intelligent, enjoyable group of people into a mob of nasty vicious intolerant madmen. Honestly, it was that bad.
What is it about some people that they can’t seem to cope with “Go be happy about your choice somewhere else, please”? Who instills in them the unstoppable urge to invade in order to proselytize? How do they forget how to accept, even value, difference? Who failed to teach them that you don’t witness for Christ in a synagogue?
Henry? I won’t say this in Tish’s place, but I’ll say it here. You’re a jerk. Go away and meditate on that. Then come back and talk to Tish, since she was kind enough to invite you to—but kindly do not repeat your mistakes on Big Fat Blog and elsewhere.
Update: Grrr, and now I have to read the same crap from Alex Halavais, who ought to know better than to use the word “inherently” in such a context. Strike one, sir; try again.