Ye gods, this Women Against Feminism thing. Bitches, we couldn’t even get credit cards in our names until 1974. NINETEEN SEVENTY FOUR. That’s forty years ago. I have dust bunnies in my apartment older than that. I’m glad your husband can lift giant flaming boxes of knives for you in a manly fashion or whatever it was you said negated your need for equality, but if you’re spitting in the faces of the women who came before you and tried to make the world a less hateful place for you while you have a credit card or a loan in your name then I hope that giant flaming box falls on your head. Good day.
And of course, Juri shows up to put everyone to shame, strolling into the party with the most powerful of power lesbian get ups and dripping with bling. More than her clothes, however, her nonchalant attitude about her work as a model for luxury designer brands and confident strut speak volumes about how she’s really the HBIC of this school, even with Nanami leading the Council.
You know, sometimes it seems that it can no longer be denied that GA is indeed dating PM, and I try to make peace woth it and read people from the other side. And I immediately hightail back to gillovny haven, because everyone there is such giant jerks! Is being a flaming throbbing asshole a prerequisite to shipping gillorgan?
Lol! I don’t know what’s going on in Gillian’s life right now, but I know that the Gillovny fandom is my happy place even in times like this. At least this mess revealed people true faces and showed me that I have real friends I can count on in here, so I’ll be eternally grateful to Gillovny for that.
There is no part of this letter that doesn’t make me feel sick. She probably thought she was being “helpful” and “compassionate” too.
He’s a child, presumably his family loves him and does things to make him happy…and she’s outright advocating he should die because he’s inconvenient to her.
Pretty much everyone with a disability (and their carers) has been exposed to the “end their suffering!1!!!” meme at least once. I know I have, though the first time it happened I was still too young to understand what it really meant. Even if it’s NOT explicitly stated, there’s a constant undertone of oh, you must be suffering, it must be SO HARD for you. Being like you would be the WORST THING IN THE WORLD.
It’s only hard when shitbags like this MAKE it hard. We’re here. We exist. We’re not going away…and we are MORE than just burdens or problems to interrupt or inconvenience your comfortable life over the fence.
We’re people. Real, complex people just like you. Remember that.
Everyone who sees this, please signal boost it. I know it’s a long shot, but I live in hope that the woman who wrote this disgusting, hurtful thing (or someone who knows her written mannerisms) will see it again with a fuckload of commentary attached…and have a much needed moment of self reflection.