As someone with a lot of experience on the net, I am often appalled by male posters, whose immaturity is only exceded by the utterly predictable and copied stupidity of their opinions.
Males do not become men in our society - they fail utterly, forever trapped in some kind of whining and pathetic emotionally stunted monster-adolescent stage. No pride, no honor, no manhood.
And they wonder why women despise them...
For criticising neo-liberal economic policymaking, it was suggested I should be made to fellate a row of bankers
"You come to expect it, as a woman writer, particularly if you're political. You come to expect the vitriol, the insults, the death threats. After a while, the emails and tweets and comments containing graphic fantasies of how and where and with what kitchen implements certain pseudonymous people would like to rape you cease to be shocking, and become merely a daily or weekly annoyance, something to phone your girlfriends about, seeking safety in hollow laughter.
An opinion, it seems, is the short skirt of the internet. Having one and flaunting it is somehow asking an amorphous mass of almost-entirely male keyboard-bashers to tell you how they'd like to rape, kill and urinate on you. This week, after a particularly ugly slew of threats, I decided to make just a few of those messages public on Twitter, and the response I received was overwhelming. Many could not believe the hate I received, and many more began to share their own stories of harassment, intimidation and abuse.