That’s what makes it such a peculiar a right of passage; we can’t trust anyone who has spent too much time amongst us. I remember my years as CLT’s bat signal intern fondly. I got a lot of reading done as I was waiting to issues bastard alerts.

I found the implication—that you sent out some kind of bat signal and an army of mean people descend!—to be hilarious, but in keeping with the apparent bastard people they think we are.

But “stalker” and “harassment” are real terms with real meanings that aren’t taken seriously when they need to be because people just throw them around like they mean nothing, as you have done here.

Sorry for the delay; I was doing the dishes. I live in Australia and it’s after 1:40 am here, so my reply will be barely-lucid and not as thoughtful as yours. I’m certainly not going to argue with any of the points you have raised, (1) because your introspection is of course more reliable than anything I could…

I appreciate your overreaction, but I’m not going to play histrionics with you. YNMD specifically used my name and “Clashtalk,” which sends a whole bunch of people my way. Clashtalk is actually a deliberately small community and I, for one, don’t like the extra attention. Given that she name-checked me and has some…

Look, I’ve come back to a fuck tonne of notifications the last few days and I suspect it is because you keep posting about this. For the love of God, if you want people to stop talking about you, stop posting fucking links to it and name checking the damn blogs. This is not rocket surgery.

Okay, it’s just that you apparently keep talking about it, so I assumed you wanted to actually hash something out. I do apologise that my comments hurt you (although I suspect you might be confusing me with others, because I don’t really have thoughts about you other than your appearance on that one post). I’m not…

I’m responding to this—thanks to a tip off!—only because I’m curious how this has reconstructed itself in your mind. Let me assure you, I have no particular interest in you and don’t wish in any way to see you upset over this. People have been referring to two posts ‘about’ you on CLT. I am only aware of one post I…

Troubled by the mixed metaphors in this:

I hoped this would be the new sex in other peoples’ houses debate and that your positions would become so extreme that someone would argue that Coldplay had won every award, ever, and then you would argue that they’re not even a band and what they play cannot be classed as music, epistemologically speaking.

Quite disappointed that this argument did not continue raging.

Spoiler alert.

Who knew, right? It sounds like the kind of thing you’d google if you were looking to have a girly sleepover. Not . . . what it turns out to be.

It’s a fairly innocuous phrase, and that’s what makes the results all the more confronting.

Everyone, just trust me on this: do not google image search pink sock. Don’t.

You’re probably thinking of Gwenyth Paltrow’s wall-faced perpetual children.

This is the embarrassing point where I admit that I didn’t see all that much of True Blood and whenever I catch Gilmore Girls on TV, it appears to be the same three episodes, so I barely have the cultural chops to demand this mash up in such a forthright manner. However, I would have loved a sympathetic, no-nonsense…

Someone needs to make this mash up happen immediately.

Oh my God, I would have watched the hell out of True Blood if they’d switched Sookies.

Doll’s House is an incredible play, especially for its time, highlighting issues of womens autonomy, identity, and social recognition. For anyone who hasn’t seen it, the full text is available here.