I’m often deluged with hate online – and I’m used to being told not to feed the trolls. But after one of them stole my dead dads identity to abuse me,I decided to request him why
For the past three years or so, at least one stranger has sought me out pretty much every day to call me a stout bitch (or some pithy variation thereof). I’m a writer and a woman and a feminist, and I write about substantial,stout, bitchy things that make people uncomfortable. And because I choose to do that as a career, and I’m told,a fixed barrage of abuse is just portion of my job. Shrug. Nothing we can do. I’m asking for it, apparently.
Being harassed on the internet is such a normal, and common portion of my life that I’m always surprised when other people find it surprising. You’re telling me you don’t possess hundreds of men popping into your cubicle in the accounting department of your mid-sized,regional dry-goods distributor to inform you that hmm – you’re too stout to rape, but perhaps they’ll saw you up with an electric knife? No? Just me? People who don’t spend much time on the internet are invariably shocked to discover the barbarism – the eager abandonment of the social contract – that so many of us face simply for doing our jobs.
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Source: theguardian.com