I’m mostly just confused as to how someone who has written extensively online about working as a prostitute, is, in the middle of an article about shooting a porn film, being awfully judgey about her partner watching porn. So doing porn is okay and empowering for her, but it’s not okay for other women to perform or…

A deep pool; the surface trembles. My navel gazes into the depths, and is gazed in return. Verbosity effluent. Verbal diarrhea.

How does feminist porn subvert the male gaze?

I think the author might have still be under the influence of mushrooms at the time of this writing.

This is disturbing on so many levels I don’t even know what I’m thinking right now. To make matters still worse, it was also boring.. but in a disturbing way.

Maybe the author was still on shrooms when she wrote it? That’s the only way I can think of that someone could come up with this pseudo-intellectual textual diarrhea.

So when did an essay just mean a bunch of words strung together it's little to no concern for easy identifiable topic and conclusion? Because this was a piece of shit.

But I am an awkward emotional wreck by nature

I pretty much stopped reading when something about bleaching the asshole.

I have said for a long time that Jezebel – the entire operation – is a feminist troll site; the Manchurian Candidate of blogs. Sometimes it works in a kind of Situationist/Spectacle way but then something like this post (or Tracy Moore) happens and you can see the wires moving...

It feels to me like this was originally a much longer piece, and when attempting to fax the handwritten, only copy, the machine did that sideways-eating thing and the recipient just published whatever they could cobble together from the remnants. Like...I feel like there was something in there, but I couldn't have it.…

Even if there was an interesting personal essay behind this, I could barely find it behind all your witchy ho perv special snowflake gobbledy gook prose.

After reading both the article and the article tags, I kind of feel like Jez might be trolling everyone with this essay in response to today’s Slate piece.

I really need to listen to the little voice that says: “Stop reading. Now. You read three sentences, you gave it a fair shot. You know this will not get better. Or go anywhere. And you have over-due library books that you actually like reading.”

Yeah. Sometimes I read stuff on Jezebel and think to myself: a) Man, these people have waaaaay too much time on their hands if they’re overthinking shit to this extent, and; b) she can’t write worth a damn and thinks she’s nowhere near as interesting, clever or amusing as she thinks she is. We get it, you like kinky…

I read the whole thing, I wish I didn’t.

“Yielding my asshole” #corrections

Having an unconventional, unusual, risky, or rare experience (porn, mountain climbing, making every Julia Childs dish etc) is insufficient preparation for writing good prose. I wish more people got that.

Da fuq did I just read?