From MRAs Have Cooties:

I'm a Neglectful Blogger

I'm popping in just to say that I haven't forgotten about this
blog, but am contemplating which direction I need to take it.
As of yet, I still haven't promoted it, nor have I spread the word
that I know which MRAs are doing what underhanded things
and where online. Mostly because of the amount of work
involved, as doing so requires contacting hundreds of people.
And partly because I don't want to spend that much time
thinking about the hounds. As things stand, I can go bug them
when I feel like it, and ignore them when I want to actually use
my mind, or think good thoughts about this wonderful world we
live in.

Still, I know I should get off my duff and burst the bubble of certain especially sleazy men's rights shitheads who have been playing online games for years. If for no other reason than because I can. It's not like they're a real threat, after all. It's just that sickos like that so deserve to have their fun destroyed, and as anybody who knows me well can attest, I really, really, really enjoy picking on bullies. While otherwise deeply compassionate, I've been this way since I was a kid. It's just so much easier to do in real life than online, what with all the typing and googling involved.

My online Feminism activities thus far have consisted of my posting on a couple of blogs that I won't even mention here, since I don't want that antimisandry freak and his two friends to know where I go. The blogs I do comment on are a sanctuary for me, and I'm not going to ruin that, but at some point, I need to sit down and do the work that needs to be done. (I have commented on Rage Against the Manchine since I started this blog, but only a couple of times. Great blog, but I grew uncomfortable with thinking the pervy MRAs would turn their attention on the blogger, due to my being there) Goodness knows I've threatened the MRA losers enough, (including a threat to edit every one of their lies out of Wikipedia articles about Feminism, as well as their own wanna-be movement. More on that at another time.) Using the morons as my own private (mostly private. I have my friends and family outside of cyber space who are aware of this blog, and a couple who are online, but not many, that's for sure) display of comedic relief is starting to make me feel a little irresponsible. I really need to get around to letting the people they aggravate the hell out of know exactly who is doing the aggravating, and how to recognize them. I will, I will.

Eventually. I promise.