So I don’t want to make this all about me–which it is, it always, truly is–but if I may, I would like to highlight this comment from belledame in zuzu’s post (emphasis mine):
I am having an increasingly hard time interpreting any of this as “friendly.” Friendly warning; like, “bad things happen. just saying. over and over and over. by the way, I REALLY DON’T LIKE what you just said. oh, and i know who you are. don’t shoot the messenger, though. just…bad things happen, sometimes.” There are words for people who do this; “friend” isn’t one of them.
so, wait, did she SERIOUSLY serve you with papers, or is this all just creepy secondhand wankage so far? Not that i wouldn’t take it seriously, of course, but um. i mean to even hint-threaten to sue *you* of all people…
is she, like, just totally losing her shit?
fuck, am i gonna be slapped with a libel suit just for asking that? It was a question. Not an assertion. Really I have no idea about how much shit she has, or, had to begin with.
I mean, yeah, exactly, facetious though the line (mostly) was. For perhaps the first time, I am really feeling worried about what I say here. Intimidated, threatened, anxious, pissed off. And that sucks. Maybe it’s naive on a couple of levels, but that’s my greatest fear about the evil internets, honestly: the worry that we’ll all be too terrified to reveal any personal experience, passionate emotion, or candid opinion for fear that someone will use it against us. What would be the point of a conversation conducted like a job interview?
I’m sorry for zuzu’s trouble, and for whatever part I might have played in bringing it here. And I hope this doesn’t damage feministe, or the excellent commenting community you all sustain.