I swear to god that if I read (or hear) one more fucking person talking about how people who were actually raped are insulting “real victims” by calling their experience rape . . . or saying “but that experience is nothing compared to having a knife to your throat” as if you have some extreme authority over every person’s life experience, and as if it’d be an argument even if you were right . . . I will have a goddamn fucking nervous breakdown and perhaps go on a murderous rampage.
Today is my birthday. So not wanting today to be that day and not trusting the internets to spare me (thanks ass who sent a trackback to my blog this morning with that absolute bullshit!), I’m out.
There we go. That made me feel a little better.