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You’re An Ugly Old Bat, Who Would Want You?
Putting my happily married, multiply-engaged self aside … can people grow beyond these primitive, harmful attitudes?
Reading others’ writing on Medium, I see that I’m far from the only writer who attracts incel, racist, misogynist harassers. The title of this article is what one of these ninnyhammers thought was an “effective” comment to me regarding the crucial social justice issue of incel rights to harass and harm others with no consequence to themselves.
Even though I have BDD, a condition that, if out of control, tells me I look like a monster —
I know I’m not “an ugly old bat.”
You dumbass closet-dwelling drool factory, Bruce and I play music all over, I’m leading a women’s fitness group, and am about to enter a wellness coaching program.
This all makes me think of the many historical stories about women that Linda Caroll presents so brilliantly.
I’m not an expert, but I grew up reading an awful lot of literature in which women fit into two categories: crone/granny/witch; beautiful young princess waiting for the handsome prince.
That’s it.
