Wednesday, October 22, 2014

GamerGate: Invisible to the “Invisible”

While mainstream press is finally reporting on GamerGate and gaming bloggers have started churning out really insightful pieces, most of the guys are just on the brink of understanding. They’re still missing something crucial. Take this article, for instance, Why I Feel Bad For- And Understand - The Angry #GamerGate Gamers. It’s like they are pointing at mountains that break the line that is the horizon, while discussing the horizon on the assumption that we all know that it’s flat.

“You go from your friends on the computer to a class where you’re the butt of every joke, where girls won’t even look at you….
 
 “They can't understand that there are women who are also socially awkward weirdos who might truly be into comic books/video games/Dungeons & Dragons.”

Here’s what they’re missing: those socially awkward weirdo women who are really into comic books/video games/D&D have always been there and (with a handful of exceptions) have always been invisible. Personally, I fixed this issue in my life in high school by refusing to participate in nerdy things and donning what I considered “the guise of a pretty girl.” I didn’t get credit for being a nerd as a girl and I was more invisible than the male nerds, so why not?

Before that, I was pretty invisible, and not just to popular boys. Before that, I was chided for my lack of social skills by male nerds. I occasionally found a pocket of male nerds who saw that I was one of them and celebrated it, but more commonly, I was insulted by nerd guys unless those nerd guys were stalking me. (And I mean the crime, seriously.) Then I grew up and now I’m a Fake Geek Girl because “women have never been geeks before” and that means that we can’t be now, even if the reality is that we were before.

“For people who have never been real outsiders, who have never known what it’s like to sit in a room full of humans who treat you alternately as invisible and a target for nasty harassment, it’s hard to understand why the gamer identity matters so much….”

And this is exactly how GamerGates are treating women in gaming: alternately invisible and a target for nasty harassment. And the harassment that they dish out is far worse than what most of them got. If you want to see real outsiders who get extremely nasty harassment, GamerGaters, look at the people that you are harassing. We're adults and we get it at work (if we work in tech) and in our hobbies (if we're gamers), and if we stand up for ourselves, we might get it in our mailboxes, our phones, our parents' homes, etc. to a degree that we have to flee our homes or cancel engagements.

Most of the young men engaged in GamerGate were born after I programmed my first game and they keep talking about how they are the most picked on in high school, that girls didn’t even see them. It can’t occur to them that girls like them would have had it worse because if that ever came up, everyone would see what a fraud their persecution complex is. I am still invisible to them because if they refuse to look around, they can't discover that in fact, they aren’t the bottom of the social ladder. They’re educated, middle-class white guys who are at the bottom of the educated, middle-class white guy social ladder, which is about 12 stories above than the rungs with poor, black, female, and disabled geeks. Straight white male is easy mode. Even when it's not particularly easy, it's still easier than everyone else in the same situation while not straight, not white, or not male.

Some of the women who are being harassed because they are “infiltrating” gaming, wrote their first game in the 80s. Like me, some of them were into gaming before these guys were alive. But because female geeks have always been denied the geek label by them, it doesn’t matter what our credentials are. All women are fake geek girls to them and the reason is that they’re too narcissistic to realize that they were never actually the bottom of the social ladder. They were merely the bottom of the social ladder that has people on it, to guys who don’t consider poor, black, female, or disabled people to be people. It was the bottom of the ladder that they were on, several stories above the ladder that girls got.

What the bloggers are still missing is that GamerGaters are harassing and threatening women who they think should be invisible, where women belong, so they can use the women’s invisibility as proof of non-existence. We’ve always been gamers. We’ve always been programmers. You don’t get to be pissed off that some women are “infiltrating” gaming by refusing to leave once this generation’s misogynists came of age. You don’t actually know everything and you especially don’t know every single gamer who is twice your age.

Those girls who are siding with GamerGate? You’ve showered them with attention while complaining that feminists are standing up to you just looking for attention. You insult men who agree with feminists because they're "White Knights" just trying to get laid, even though the girls you're showering with attention are more likely to be doing what you claim. Your "allies" aren’t invisible to you guys now! I highly recommend that you ask them out because they can apparently put up with you, unlike the rest of us!

As a reminder to the GamerGaters of the world:


“For male geeks there’s a disconnect with what they’re told - be a nice guy and you’ll get the girl - and what they see in action around them….”

Nice guys do get the girl, although maybe not the hottest girl in high school. They get the smart girls, the nerdy girls, the girls who are invisible to everyone else, the girls standing right in front of them crushing hard without those guys ever noticing, the girls who aren’t physically ideal and thus aren’t good enough for guys who are far enough away from the physical ideal that they have their own standardized, assumed physical description.

Those guys treat girls like them the way that they complain all girls treat them. And they still think that all girls should be abused because of the things that other girls did to them-- because women are a monolith to be hated, say the guys who also say #NotAllMen whenever a feminist uses "men" as a demographic marker. The nice guy gets the girl but if you harass women, you are not a nice guy and never were. I hope someday these guys figure out what niceness is.

I know that they don't realize how hypocritical they are and how ironic most of what they says is-- but I don't care.

One last thing about this post:


“For male geeks there’s a disconnect with what they’re told - be a nice guy and you’ll get the girl - and what they see in action around them…. This leads to a horrible cycle where socially awkward weirdos who dress like garbage get rejected by attractive women, which cause the socially awkward weirdos to start blaming women in general for their problems and reinforce their social awkwardness.”

Yet the same guys use “fat” and “ugly” to insult women even when they don’t know what the women look like-- and claim that feminists are fat, hairy, smelly chicks who are telling people that “it doesn’t matter what you look like; it’s what’s inside that counts” because the only way that a guy will ever fuck them is if they can con men into believing that it's true. Because again, it’s fine for guys but not for girls.


Out there, GamerGaters, those mountains on the horizon keep it from being flat line. Everyone knows that but you.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Car & Spoon Fund

Not having access to my car has been causing me a lot of problems, including: lack of access to the pharmacy that my insurance requires; inability to get home from the grocery store with food; difficulty getting to doctor's appointments; trouble attending social events. Basically, there are some problems with my car that cost me money and energy to work around, when I can work around it at all. So I've started the Car & Spoon Fund. It will cost over $900 to pay parking tickets, fees, and permit costs. Then I have to fix the brakes, at a yet unknown cost. However, I will stop getting parking tickets, so it's a good investment.

Not being able to use my car is harming my health so I'm asking for help. To help, you can donate at any of the donate buttons on the site, like this one:

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Incident at Walgreens in San Francisco

I stopped at Walgreens on the way home from Wicked Grounds, around 11:30pm. I walked in with my purse and a small reusable grocery bag that gaped open because of the things inside of it. I made a beeline to the fingernail polish remover, picked up a bag of cotton squares and headed toward the front of the store. On the way, I saw some yellow nail polish that looked opaque and cost $2, so I put the cotton and polish remover in the hand that that held the grocery bag so I could pick up the polish. I took these three items to the front of the store.

As I was in line to check out, someone called over the intercom "security walk the floor please." I thought that they probably thought I'd put something inside my bag, which would have been a totally reasonable conclusion. A security guard came to stand by the exit, so I expected her to stop me to ask to look in my bag. I ordinarily wouldn't have consented but in this case I decided in advance that I would because I did think that they had cause. I checked out and put my items in the grocery bag, then headed for the door.

As I approached, I made eye contact with the security guard, fully expecting her to pull me aside. Instead, she turned to look at the black male teen that I was passing, who was waiting for his friend to check out.

She didn't stop me.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

In Other "By Guys For Guys" News, Apple's New Health App Doesn't Track Menstruation

Seriously? Because I track 3 things about my health now that I have to worry about thyroid issues:
  1. thyroid hormone levels
  2. poop schedule (officially old)
  3. menstruation
Now, maybe it tracks the pooping, I don't know. Thyroid issues can cause "intestinal paralysis" but the medication has helped a TON and wow this entry has too much information. Seriously, you poop an average of 1.5 times per week and see if you don't freak out and start tracking it. But the thyroid issue and the medication have thrown my lady hormones seriously out of whack and I know because I am tracking my periods with an app and I've had 5 periods in the past 3 months. My last cycle was two weeks! Also, last October, my breasts grew a cup size for just no reason at all.*

Anyway, that is just entirely too many periods. I had an appointment to try to fix it but I couldn't get the appropriate treatment if I had breast cancer and my biopsy was the day after the appointment. (The biopsy was fine.) I got a new appointment for next week and hopefully the thing that we do at that appointment will straighten things out. But it will take some time to be fully effective, so I will have to track my periods to see how well it's working or not. And so period tracker!
 
This is one of the many reasons that I don't understand how anyone could make a "health tracker" and not track periods. There are so many reasons to track periods!
  • The Rhythm Method
  • Including tracking ovulation timing to become pregnant
  • Migraine tracking
  • Perimenopause tracking
  • "Is my installed birth control working?" tracking
  • "WTF is my cycle anyway?" tracking
  • "Maybe I do have PMS" tracking
  • "Oh frack, am I late? Frackfrackfrackfrack." (Yes, I just had a BSG binge-a-thon. It's disappearing from Nteflix streaming for a while! It was an emergency! I didn't know who the fifth Cylon was!)
From the article:
You can even use it to input your sodium intake, because "with Health, you can monitor all of your metrics that you’re most interested in," said Apple Software executive Craig Federighi back in June.
So apparently "am I pregnant?" is not a metric that women are interested in. "Do my migraines correlate with a certain stage of my cycle?" is not a metric that women are interested in. "Have I seriously been bleeding for 18 days? That can't be right" is not a metric that women are interested in. Or maybe there were no women in attendance. Or maybe he just doesn't include women in the set of "you" because women don't fucking count.

No, when he said "you" he meant "me" and he doesn't need to know his menstrual cycle and he probably doesn't care about his manstrel cycle or whatever the male equivalent is called. OMG I really wanted manstruation to be a word and other people are using it-- wrongly, ok, because they're 12 and they**... Never mind. It's been tainted. See what I did there? Man, I have been awake too long.

Menstrual cycle was probably left out because it was reproductive and they figured that issues surrounding pregnancy aren't "health issues." But here's the stupidest thing about it: iPhones are most popular with women. How do you design an... I just don't get it?

Here's the deal: men designed this app, men approved the feature set of this app, men built this app, and maybe some people with occasionally menstruating vaginas were involved as well but if they were they were, they were not listened to. I'm so unable to even with this. We need to put women on feature design teams and listen to them! It's not that complicated; it merely requires that you can admit for just a few minutes that you don't literally know everything! Even I do that sometimes! I know, but it's true.

Previously in "By Guys For Guys" News, ello doesn't grasp why women would want post privacy in social media.


* Except to make $600+ worth of bras no longer fit at a time when I can't afford new bras.

** Seriously, "To become moody, bloated, and generally vaginal?" How does a guy become "generally vaginal? Is he a cavity now? Is he covered with mucus membranes and sweating something vaguely fishy smelling? If he sits in the same spot every day, does that sweat eat a hole in the couch? If you poke him in just the right spot does his cervix-like head start flopping around, like a dog's leg kicks? And why are vaginas bad? These are boys calling things gay because gay is bad but vaginas are also bad and will you please make up your bleeding minds? Are penises good but only if you don't do anything with them? I seriously do not understand these people. Do you boys not even grasp that men have a similar cycle that can cause moodiness and way less than half of women even get "moody?" Of course, boys and misogynists use periods as "the reason that a woman disagrees with my awesomely brilliant but completely wrong self" to "prove" that the women are wrong to correct them on the facts. 

In WoW one time, someone said "why is everyone PMSing?" by which he meant "mad that he went for dinner in the middle of a raid fight and wiped us after spending the previous two fights ignoring directions and wiping us, then talking about how we terrible players were holding back his leetness so we should give all the loot to him." "There's no need to be PMSing! Mom called me for dinner! We had mac and cheese!" So I called him on it and some teenage boy whispered me to tell me that it was a joke and that PMS is just another name for a period. Oh FFS. I educated that teenage boy, oh yes I did. And eventually he asked "are you one of those feminists?" and I said "I believe that men and women are different in many ways but that neither is more valuable or 'better' than the other, which yes, makes me a feminist because that's what feminism means.  Also I out-DPSed him while typing lectures to him about how that joke is neither funny nor true. Some days, I want purge the Internet with fire. I should go to bed instead. Purging with fire will probably make my asthma worse.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Dear Out of State Guys Who Like Me

When this happens on Facebook:
Me: Who wants to go do something with me today to cheer me up?
Dude in Another State 1: Well, if I were there.
Dude in Another State 2: Come over!
Dude in Another State 3: I’d love to, but… you know…
It does not help. It makes me feel worse and not because I don’t get to hang out with your awesome self today.

I’m the one who got a migraine Friday afternoon, causing me to miss day 1 of an event that would have been really helpful for me. I’m the one on a new migraine medicine because it’s the only one on the formulary-- and had the medicine fail. Twice. I’m the one who couldn’t eat dinner because I just would have thrown it up. I’m the one who considered going to the emergency room with a migraine at 2am. I’m the one who woke up on Saturday with a migraine and skipped lunch because I thought I would throw it up. I’m the one who had to miss the second day of the event that I really wanted to go to because I was too sick to leave.

I’m the one who finally felt good enough to try to eat some delivery food and ordered a bunch of Thai food with peanut sauce, then discovered the hard way that the restaurant puts a life-threatening allergen* in their peanut sauce. I’m the one who spent $30 on a meal that I had to throw away—when I’m running low on food money. I’m the one whose tongue swelled up on one side and came close to anaphylactic shock from one fucking drop of sauce. I’m the one who had to take 3 different antihistamines and shoot a steroid inhaler into my mouth in an attempt to keep myself out of the ER. I'm the one who had this happen after over 24 hours without food, with a tendency towards low blood sugar. I’m the one who picked shrimp and tofu pieces out of a spring roll for 20 minutes trying to get something into my system, crying the whole time. I’m the one who found out earlier this week that the pie place puts a different life-threatening allergen into their crusts and has been telling me that there is none of that in the pie that I want, so not only have they been trying to kill me, I can no longer have anything from their restaurant.

I am seriously having a bad food week over here.

I’m the one who didn’t feel well enough to take a shower, even though I needed one. I’m the one who really wanted to go to an event and didn’t have the energy to take transit there, so I had to pay a cab to ensure that I would go. I’m the one who couldn’t eat any of the meat items at the café because they were all migraine triggers. I’m the one who had to take more medicine during a board game with people that I’d just met because my allergy attack came back. I’m the one whose hands were shaking and had to take a second panic pill during the game because the allergy attack was bad enough to cause an adrenaline surge that I'm still oversensitive to. I’m the one who went to the event hoping that a cute guy would show up, went through the expense and the crap—and didn’t have him show up**. I’m the one who walked to the bus stop disappointed at the end of the night with a heavy bag and a mostly empty stomach. I’m the one who almost missed my stop and doesn’t remember walking home from the bus stop. I’m the one who had to recheck what time I took allergy pills after I got home because my tongue was swelling for the third time that day—and discovered that it wasn’t long enough ago to take more.

I'm the one who has been running on a mostly empty stomach for over two days and really needs some food. I'm the one going back to bed instead of eating because I have no desire to eat.

I’m the one who posted to Facebook that I could really use some support from my friends, hoping that specific people who can actually help would reply. And they didn’t. I was the one hoping that someone that can help me feel better would drag me out of my apartment and buy me lunch so I would eat something. And they didn't respond. You did, knowing that you cannot provide the help that I asked for.

I get it. You like me. How fantastic for you. But if I ask who wants to get together today and you live in another state, I am already aware that you can’t. You don’t actually have to tell me that you can’t. It really doesn’t need to be said. At all. Ever. You make me feel like under the strain of all this crap, you expect me to be thinking about you. You make me feel like you are trying to cheer me up by reminding me that you think I’m sexy for the bazillionth time—all of you. You make me feel like you want my attempt to cheer myself up to be all about you and your penis—and I promise, guys, if I were interested in your penis, I would have told you that by now.

I asked my friends for help and you made me feel harassed and unimportant. I know that wasn’t your intention but I honestly don’t give a shit what your intentions are right now. Me asking for support is not about your penis. It’s just not. And I wish you’d leave your penis out of this.

If any cute guys or lunch-buyers who actually live near me want to try to cheer me up, text me because I give up for today.

* No, not peanuts. Curry powder.
**He said that he might show up but wasn't sure, so this is disappointing but not his fault.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Dear Techbros, We Need to Talk (Again) and This Time, You Need to Listen

I know, ello. The needs of women online don’t occur to you and since your project has no women who are listened to, you don’t handle women's needs. But then some women complain, ugh like women do, and you design some features to attempt to placate them. However, your project has no women who are listened to, so your solution doesn’t actually fix the problem or it makes some other problem worse.

The thing is: 50% of your intended audience is female, 4% of your intended audience is lgbtq, 2% of your intended audience is intersex, and 28% are not white. That means that about 80% 70%* of your intended audience is minorities that have different needs than you. However, you are still designing everything for yourself, then only after complaints, making patronizingly incomplete solutions for that 70%:
You will have the ability to block specific users from looking at your Ello feed and profile, and from commenting on your posts. We’re also adding a simple way to report uncool behavior.
You need to get it into your heads that you are not the people who can design products for women and minorities, that women and minorities count, and that there are women and minorities who will help you with this shit so maybe you should throw out “culture fit” for a few seconds and hire us. Then take a few minutes to listen to us. You don’t need to hire us because it looks good politically. You don’t need to hire us because HR is on your case. You need to hire us because your product design is harmed by your lack of diversity!
I feel for the guys who made ello because they made this product and they had it in public beta at just the wrong time. Then all the people mad at Facebook jumped into the beta, slamming it and scaling it way past what it was designed for-- in a single day. It must have felt great until the servers started falling down, and now the hosting costs must be skyrocketing before they have a payment system in place. ello guys, you’re in a tough position that’s very stressful and now you’re getting complaints that don’t sound real to you because you’re not trying to hide from a stalker and you’re not trying to hide your children from your abusive ex who’s court-forbidden to contact them. You took a step back and you recognized just for a moment that this is something that some people really care about, but probably not many people, right? You fell into the "it doesn’t affect me or my friends so it must be rare," trap didn't you?
But the latest stats are 1-in-4 women are domestic violence victims, 1-in-6 women are rape or attempted rape victims, 1-in-12 women have been stalked. Life is different for women than for men. I don't mean that domestic and sexual violence against men doesn't count. Those are very important issues as well! But I do mean that 1-in-4 is very different than 1-in-20, 1-in-6 is very different from 1-in-33, 1-in-12 is very different from 1-in-45. The statistics for rape, stalking, and domestic violence are very different for women and men. Add in the power differences and the physical differences between women in men in our society, and you end up with very different needs. All of these are things that women need to work around when using social media.

Guys have told me that they know that women lie about rape all the time because none of their women friends have been raped, which means that rape is rare. That makes those guys precisely the people that rape victims will hide their history from. Women will only confide that to other women or to men who seem to sympathize. If you don't know any women who've been raped, you might want to look at your own behavior to find out why they haven't told you. ello's PR response has been downright haughty and if that’s what you guys are like in real life, your friends are probably not going to confess these things to you—even if they are your employees! Those 1-in-20 men, 1-in-33 men, 1-in-45 men face a huge amount of stigma based on being victimized while male and they are less likely offer that information than women are. Do you have any male rape, stalking, or domestic violence victims on your staff? Probably none that will admit it.
ello launched with no way to make a feed private; anyone who hit follow could see the whole feed. Women who are avoiding stalkers aren’t going to use a product that sends “woot! Got paid! I’m going out on the town tooooonite!” to everyone— including that guy who for the last 2 years has been showing up where they go to walk by them whispering threats and slurs. People complained and you doubled down on your “but transparency” librotarianism but people kept complaining, so you decided to add a block account feature—which does not solve the problem that I just pointed out because you don’t understand the problem! The victim would have to know the account of her stalker to block it, which means that he won't tell her which account is his!
And then there’s online harassment. Let’s say that the manosphere goes after petticoatdespot on your service. They can create infinite accounts to send messages to me from. So you set up a block by user function! Solved! Except that again… they can create infinite accounts to send messages from. You’ve decided upon the Whack-A-Mole security service, with crime victims wielding the rubber mallet-- only the moles are Mogwai and mole box sits over a stream. Seriously, dudes, I made 4 accounts in the first hour and it was only that slow because it’s a PITA to add a google account when you have three other google accounts open on your computer at the time. There are proven solutions to some of these harassment problems; the problem doesn’t apply to you so you don’t understand the problem, which makes you fail to identify those solutions.

The consequence, frankly, is that you include criminals and exclude crime victims. And that's pretty messed up.

I'm not faulting you for not realizing in advance what women's needs are or trans people's needs or black people's needs. I fault you for not being diverse enough to have someone on your staff saying “but what if reddit finds out that I work in tech?” I fault you for thinking only of yourself and stereotypes of others. I'm faulting you for not realizing that in designing for yourself and only yourself, you're treating the other 70% of the world like they don't matter.
I get it! I really do! Our brains lack the ability to empathize, especially with people with whom we have outgroup bias. It is literally science that you do not have an understanding the needs of women online. The question is: do you want to cater to the small part of that 30% demographic that is incensed that anyone might try to include the needs of the other 70% or does your ingroup favoritism require that you cater only to that 30%?
Which seems like the better business plan?


ETA: It didn't occur to me until this morning when this was shared by a visually impaired friend that the photo navigation systems with no names and no alt tag with names is terrible usability for screen readers. That's not an issue that would occur to me naturally because I am not visually impaired, just like it won't occur naturally to men that women might need privacy features to avoid online stalking. It's really not a bad thing that we don't know everyone's needs by default; it's just a bad thing that we exclude people from the process enough to have end products that are awesome for ~30% of the population.


* ETA2: I made an error in the original math (carrying too many ones) and estimated 20% straight, white male. This should have been 30%. The percentages have been updated accordingly for the rest of the piece. Thanks to Turner Morgan for pointing this out.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Mithridates, He Died Old

It's one of those anniversaries that one can't escape.
 
I used to celebrate it with a nice dinner out and dancing with my friends. I sent out invitations in advance and called it anti-Homecoming. I never told them what we were celebrating, just that it was a personal tradition and I refuse to celebrate Homecoming. Then I admitted to myself that this was simply refusing to deal with it and I opted for a quiet dinner with a select few who knew. It turned into warning a few people that I might be upset that day and being right-- then discovering that I was wrong. This year, despite working for five days now on a blog post about that day and the events that followed, it didn't occur to me what the date was until it had passed. Twenty-seven years. Twenty-six years. Twenty-three years.
 
Twenty-seven years ago I was shoved into a pit. Twenty-six years ago, I was buried alive. Twenty-three years ago, I set a plan in motion to rise from the grave. Twenty-two years ago my head finally emerged. Twenty years ago, I took the hand of the person in the pit next door and we pulled for the other because we couldn't pull for ourselves. Seventeen years ago, I let go and started pulling for me. One year ago, I pulled my last foot from the grave. One day ago, the remains of the dirt had been washed away. Today, I noticed that my skin was clean.
 
Twenty-three years of freedom to be free. Twenty-three years because I deserve freedom.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Data and Dating 2: OKCupid Paid Services: A-List

OKCupid makes money in 3 ways (that I've seen so far).
  1. Advertising
  2. A-List: a set of site features only available to paying users (removes ads)
  3. Boosts: 15 minutes of being presented to a larger than normal set of users
I don't care much about advertising. I don't use an ad blocker, although doing so might keep Flash Player from crashing so much and having so many memory leaks. But a site that provides me a service free of charge, should be able to make money off of me in a different way. What they provide to me costs them money; if they can't make money, why would they provide the service?  That said, in the case of OKCupid, I recommend that women turn on A-List.
 
I'll cover Boosts in the next post, because there's more data to look at and the A-List benefits are long.

A-List


Invisible Browsing


IMO, the most valuable feature of A-List is invisible browsing. Without A-List, if you go to someone's profile, it displays a popup to them for a few seconds and puts you in their visitor list. Let's say that you go to someone's profile and you decide that you don't want to talk to them; they have a notification that you were there and may follow up on that. This is what I initially got A-List for and having it meant that I could go to guys' profiles and spend some time looking through their answers without letting them know that I did. This helped in the CreepDar creation and testing, especially when I went to that missing stair's profile and caught him on the ethics section.
 
But the real value comes in elsewhere and I knew that this would happen. I cancelled A-List because I couldn't pay the bill on the day that it was due. I went without it for about 2 weeks while I caught up. During that time, I got a message from a guy who looked like a decent match, so I looked through his profile and his questions. He got dinged on every potential stalker/abuser question that he answered, which was 3 or 4. Everything else looked fine. However, since I looked without A-List, he got a notification that I viewed his profile; I immediately got a popup that he viewed mine, so I think he followed the popup that he got.
 
I didn't respond to his message, which had said that he read my profile and I'm hilarious and-- I admit that's actually what showed up in the email notification. I didn't read the rest of the message because I have him a pass after reviewing his questions. Several days later, I got another message from the guy asking if he'd set off my CreepDar.
 
Hey dude, if you think that someone probably thinks you're creepy, don't message them to follow up on that. That's creepy. If you'd been on the borderline, that would have been what pushed you over. Not answering is an answer, especially if you know that someone saw that you messaged. Ick.
 
I'm so happy to have invisible browsing back.
 

Increased Inbox Size


There's a feature (available without A-List) to filter out messages from people that aren't a n% match or higher, with the default set to 70. Women, you'll probably want to turn that filter on. You may or may not want to set the "seeking" filter so that you only see messages from guys in your area, looking for women your age, and who are single. I'm a fat lady with a huge rack and a brain the size of a planet, living in a major tourist destination that also has a sizable population of socially unfit dudes. And I don't mean socially awkward dudes; they're cute. I mean dudes who have been reading too many PUA articles and have set up profiles talking about how they're alpha and know how to treat a lady, but answer the "No means no" question "Never, they all want me. They just don't know it." *barf*
 
Because of the way that I answered my questions, if someone is being honest and is looking for sex while they are in town, they will probably fall below 70%. Barfalpha? Way under 70%. Guys who are just looking for sex are going to mostly fall under 70%. These are all filtered out and retained. The awesome thing about the increased inbox size is that I never have to look at those messages, which is good because these are my inbox stats:
Messages from single men near me that are at least 70% match: 10
Messages filtered out: 72
 
That's 72 dudes who were not a good match who messaged me anyway-- and because my inbox is huge, I don't have to ever make more room. I never have to open the filtered messages. I did anyway; here's some samples:
  • "Hi, may I ask about your calves?"
  • "We would make cute babies." (My questions say that I don't want to make babies and would prefer to adopt.)
  • And approximately 50 messages saying that I have a nice smile, even though I'm barely smiling in my profile pic.
I didn't open them to find out what the rest of the messages were. They were probably form letters.
 
Another good thing about increased inbox size: it doesn't get turned off if you turn off A-List, so you never have to venture into the unwashed masses. This might save you from some of these.
 

Who Likes You?


I ask out most guys that I date. Yes, it is putting yourself out there and making yourself a little bit vulnerable. The person that you like might insult you or not respond or something else that's not ideal for you. It's inevitable that if you ask people out, you will sometimes fail and that can hurt. It's even harsher for women who ask men out, because it's going against the gender mold, which could be disturbing to the guy even if he would otherwise like you.

Thankfully, with A-List, you can look through your list of people who like you and check for ones that you like, then ask them out. It's much less risky, much less stressful, and much less time consuming. Unless, like me, you find one guy that you like in your likes list and wonder why all of those people with 3% match, 50% enemy like you. (I know, OKCupid did the research and discovered that most people don't even read the profiles; they go by profile pic alone.) 

Special Match Search Options


If you go to the "browse matches" page or use the profile search, there's a form at the top of the page to let you filter matches. A-List will allow you to filter by people who answered a specific question with the answers that you approve. That probably doesn't make much sense, but here's an example: I won't date a guy who doesn't know what no means. I can click the "advanced" select box, pick "question answer," enter "no means no," click "no means no," and then pick the answer to that question that I want, which is "Always period."
 
I can do the same thing with "can overweight people still be sexy?" and filter out anyone who says no. Because really, if someone can't stand that I'm fat, there's no reason for me to ask him out.
 

Total of People Who Saw Your Profile in the Last 24 Hours


This is not a documented addition from A-List but it turned off when I lost A-List, so that's what it must be. In the right nav, there a box that contains the profile picture from your account and the "Boost" button. If you have A-List, it also displays the number of people who have seen your profile. How often you are shown to other users is algorithmic, meaning that the site has some code to figure out how frequently you should be shown, based on things about your account. According to reddit, you get more frequent placement if you update your profile, so you should update it every day for that benefit. I have created a document with a set of things to go into the "The Most Private Thing that I'm Willing to Admit;" if my count is dropping, I rotate that item.

If you have that number of displays count, you can keep track of your average and edit if your count is low. I average 1000+ per day in periods where I've edited every day. In theory, this increase of views would get me better results. I get very few likes from guys that I would date based on their profile, so this probably has a better ROI for people who have fewer security concerns than I do.

Conclusion


For me, A-List is worth it. If nothing else, it offers features that provide me with better personal security, exposing me to fewer creeps. Peace of mind for a month is worth at least the price of dinner out for one in SF. The 6-month plan is priced more like a Mission burrito.

One burrito per month for not having to deal with creepy messages? Sign me up!

Monday, September 1, 2014

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the MUNI

Yesterday, I spent approximately 18 minutes at a bus stop, fiddling with my phone while the guy next to me attempted to have a conversation. During the conversation, he implied that he was taking the same bus that I was, a bus that I would be on for 40 minutes. The last 3 minutes went like this:
Dude: Can I have your number?
Me: No.
Dude: Why not?
Me: Because I said so.
Dude: But why not?
Me: Because I don't want to.
Dude: Well, I'll give you my number.
Me: No.
Dude: But why not?
Me: I don't want it.
Dude: Well, can I have your number?
Me: No.
Dude: Why no?
Me: Because I said no.
Dude: I'll give you mine then.
Me: No.
Dude: Why no?
Me: I'm not interested.
Dude: Why not? I'll text you tonight! We're friends.
Me: I've known you for ten minutes.
Dude: Haha well, ok, I'll give you my number.
Me: No.
Dude: Well then give me your number.
Me: No.
Dude: For what reason?
Me: Because I said no and I think that's reason enough.
Dude: But why?
Me: Because I don't want to give it to you.
Dude: Then I'll give you my number.
Me: No.
Repeat.

At one point he said "But I'm a nice guy!" and I almost responded "But you're not even wearing a fedora!" (He probably wouldn't have gotten that joke.)

To top it off,  my legs were super hairy because I was too sick to shave last week and I barely had enough energy to get through a shower, so I wasn't exactly dressed to impress.

By the time I said "Because I said no and I think that's reason enough" the first time, three other people were at the bus stop, one woman eyeing him suspiciously and fiddling with her phone. I considered texting male friends until one called to pretend to be my boyfriend, but I shouldn't have to do that.

So I just said no over and over. I didn't lie, make excuses, panic, or lash out. I repeatedly told him that me saying so should be enough. He didn't get on my bus and I just went on with my day and had a good time.

So there, Dude.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Data and Dating: An OKCupid Story

 

One morning in a fit of pique

I made an OKCupid account. It really was a fit of pique—a “never mind that jerk; screw my pledge to not date until December; I want to get out of the freaking house” fit of pique. I filled out a little bit of profile information and started answering questions. Due to previous online dating excursions, I knew to specify the douchebag dealbreaker “flaws” right upfront: smart, fat, uppity, and feminist. I near-immediately got QuickMatch likes, but I’d barely filled things out yet, so I assumed they were people who found me because the software gives search priority to new people. I ignored them and kept filling out questions. Then I went over to QuickMatch.

QuickMatch is supposed to be people that are compatible with me, but I saw guys with 10% match ratings.  It was pretty obvious that they’d made it into QuickMatch by rating me highly and no. No, I am not desperate. I don’t do desperate. It was obvious that these guys hadn’t even looked at the first paragraph of my profile; I checked a few and some had “no fat chick” answers. (Dudes, when I say that I’m overweight in the second sentence of my profile and you have a no fatties policy, don’t message me, fer srs.) I went to the profiles of the guys who were over 80%. Some of them were pretty good. But there was this one with what looked like a guy running a race—11 years younger than me. WTF? Athletic young man seeks chubby nerd lady for something something? Then I looked at the match percentage. 99% match, 0% enemy. That’s weird. I went to his profile.

Sing rickety tickety tin

He was smart, interesting, and funny, and he referenced some of my favorite novels. He likes board games, likes scifi, hangs out in coffee shops, and knows the language that I’ve been learning. I gave him a four out of five, a tentative like because of the age difference, but a like anyway. The system told me he liked me too, that I should send him a message. I decided that for those stats and that bio, I could give an 11 year difference a chance; I responded at length to his profile. If it didn’t work out, we’d probably still have so much in common that we could come out friends.

Of course, during my response, he responded to my like and I didn’t see his message. I responded to a couple of other guys and went back to QuickMatch. I started looking closely at the percentages and the enemy rating interested me. I had a guy who was 83% match with 26% enemy (83 + 26 > 100). Clearly, the enemy score could be higher than 100% - match %, so where did that come from? I started looking more closely at people’s answers to questions.

I discovered that there were questions that I considered dealbreaker questions that these guys had answered wrong. Some of the dealbreaker questions had been pretty obvious when I saw them. They are based on the idea that many rapists will admit to rape as long as the situation is described in detail, without using the word “rape.” I noticed this a long time ago (“yes, I had sex with her knowing that she didn’t want to but it’s not like I raped her!”) and now there are studies to back it up. None of the people with low enemy scores had answered those rape dealbreaker questions wrong. Many had answered lifestyle dealbreaker questions wrong, for instance “Do you smoke?” when I am allergic to tobacco. But there were also guys with a 0% enemy rating but 50% match. I kept digging.

One morning in a fit of pique

I found that some of the low enemy guys hadn’t answered those rape dealbreaker questions at all. OK, so maybe they don’t smoke so that is fine, but what about all the other dealbreakers?

Then I said something about my 99% match dude to a good friend of mine who happens to be the lead developer on some dating sites, who said he was not going to comment on the fact that I’m using his competitor and haven’t even signed up with his site. Oops. I ran off to the appropriate one of his sites and signed up. I also filed a bug because I’m like that. After completing registration and going through their questions, I realized that nothing in that site allowed me to weed out potential problem men.
I messaged my friend again and told him that unless there were sections that I hadn’t seen, I didn’t see a way to detect potential rapists in their system. “Rapists?” he said. “I don’t even know how we would detect that. We aren’t designed for that but I definitely see the value. Could you send me some examples of how you are weeding them out?”

I started a list. Then I realized that my list of problem dude dealbreaker questions was long. They needed organization.

She drowned her father in the creek

I divided them into four categories:
·       Rapist detection
Example: Someone you like is drunkenly flirting with you. You know that with a
sober mind this person would never engage in casual sex, but now it
seems that they're willing. What do you do?
o   Take advantage of the situation
o   Absolutely nothing
·       Domestic abuser and stalker detection
Example: Would you—for any reason—read your mate's email or pose as him/her
online, without his/her knowledge and permission?
o   Yes, they shouldn't be keeping secrets anyway.
o   I'd be too curious not to.
o   Only if I suspected them of something.
o   No, I'd trust them and that would be invasive.
·       Misogynist or other bigotry detection
Example: Would it bother you if a date made gender-biased remarks?
o   Yes.
o   No.
o   Only if they were inaccurate.
·       Bad ethics detection
Example: You have just been unfairly laid off from work. As you are leaving,
you have an opportunity to steal something of value, and nobody would
know. Would you take it?
o   yes
o   no
I compiled a list of some of the questions to show my dating site developer friend, organized by group, and sent them to him in an email. The list was not comprehensive, but the distribution came out to:
·         Rapist detection: 8
·         Domestic abuser and stalker detection: 13
·         Misogynist or other bigotry detection: 13
·         Bad ethics detection: 6
So when I’m looking for these questions in someone’s profile, I’m looking for questions from a non-comprehensive set of 40 questions. This is not a small set.

The water tasted bad for a week

Then I went back to the profiles of men with whom I had high matches and low enemy scores. Several guys that I had around 85% matches with had answered none of the questions that I’d identified as potential problems-- 0 out of 40. Guys, trying to scam the enemy percentages by avoiding questions that make women suspicious makes women suspicious. At least it raises the suspicions of the ones who also analyze data and have a tendency to reverse engineer business rules out of software.

One answered several questions with write-in answers that bother me, like “people are too PC and have no sense of humor.” (Translation: I make really offensive jokes and am not responsible when people dislike that.) He answered none of the questions from the first three groups, but he answered a few of the questions from the bad ethics group incorrectly, including write-in support for eugenics. He also wrote me a message claiming to be a feminist. I finally figured out where I recognized him from and planned to avoid that event.
Then I switched my profile to invisible profile viewing mode. *twitch*
I went through several other high match, low enemy profiles and found a similar trend. Many of the low enemy guys had answered less than three of those forty questions.

And we had to make due with gin

OKCupid rated seven men that I know as high matches. Strangely, the exboyfriend that I know uses OKCupid was not in my list and we’re alike in a lot of ways. We should have 0% enemy based on the aforementioned questions. Two men that are my acquaintances and Facebook friends ended up in my matches and gave me a like, so now I know which people in my Facebook feed want to date me. Seeing a third high match reminded me that at a party I had said to him “yeah, but I’m not your type anyway.” I didn’t understand at the time why he replied sadly, “actually, you’d be surprised what I like, I think.” Sorry, dude. Social malfunction. You seem nice. I don’t want to date you but you seem nice.

But a fourth match is one of the men that I keep as Facebook friends solely to keep an eye on them. This particular one at one point offered me a job that I was wholly unqualified for, but I knew that part of the reason that he wanted to hire me is that he wants to get in my pants. In addition to knowing that he likes me, I have reports from several women who do not know each other or know but do not like each other, that he knowingly crosses women’s sexual boundaries. I have heard from several women that when engaging in BDSM, he does not uphold women’s stated limits. That said, I also know of non-BDSM-context incidents, including getting a woman drunk and high after she turned him down, then trying to fool around with her. I also know that fourth match finds value in PUA techniques. Here’s where this gets scary:
Fourth match answered exactly 1 of the problem detecting questions from the first 2 groups, 1 from the third group, and I did not find any previously unidentified problem detecting questions in his list. The only question from the rapist set was:

No means NO!
·         Always. Period.
·         Mostly, occasionally it's really a Yes in disguise
·         A No is just a Yes that needs a little convincing!
·         Never, they all want me. They just don't know it.
He answered “Always. Period.” The other 3 options are what PUAs argue are appropriate responses to “women’s shittesting,” ie,  being uninterested. So in the case of the 1 person that I know disagrees with no always meaning no, he answered that 1 question in the correct way, then avoided all but 1 question in the first 3 groups. Apparently, gender bias is ok if it’s “true.” He did, however, answer a few questions from the previously identified ethics questions that denote poor enough ethics that makes all other answers unreliable. Score 1 for group 4!

With gin

I am selectively answering questions as well, omitting all sex questions and some other questions that I don’t want people to base their dating decisions on. I understand the motivation to skip some questions, but I don’t like what skipping those implies.

We had to make due with gin.

I went back to Mr. 99%’s profile. I went through his questions looking for the detection questions and every question that I’d identified plus new questions that I identified through his profile had a correct answer. For 1 question, he even wrote in that everything not a yes is a no, then celebrated enthusiastic consent. High five, dude. Where did I put those feminist cookies? I keep running out.

There was a chance that for some reason, he had gone to my profile and adjusted his profile to match mine, a highly unlikely but quite creepy scenario. I found additional questions for the list and he got those right too. But in looking through his profile, I found other questions that I thought were good for me to answer. The answers still matched; that couldn’t have been adjusted to match mine. I probably answered an additional 50 questions but the percentages never changed: 99% match, 0% enemy.
Verdict: So ethical that some would consider it a neurosis. I wonder if he refuses to walk against the light on empty streets because some engineer somewhere designed this light timing and he will not disrespect that engineer’s work. Shut up.
We have a date. I’m sure that’s better than gin, but it’s fairly cougartastic. Rickety tickety tin.

And no, I'm not giving you creepers the full list with answers. Blech.

Tl;dr: OKCupid is the only one using your OKCupid data against you. And you've yourselves to blame if it's too long; you should never have let me begin.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

To Everyone Who Thinks That People Complaining About the Hobby Lobby Ruling are Wrong

If you don't understand why people are saying that the Hobby Lobby ruling is oppressive to women, perhaps you could ask why or, you know, Google it. Any opinion that you express on the subject will reach people whose lives have included circumstances that would have harmed them under this ruling, circumstances that would literally not exist in the absence of a uterus. As one of them, I should not be required to detail the precise, extremely personal information that makes my opinion more informed than the opinion of someone who can only imagine that there are circumstances under which this would be harmful or listen to people who state that there are circumstances under which this is harmful, but who fails to do both.

Stating that there are no problems with this ruling is extremely insulting and disrespectful:
  • to every person who has ever had a medical condition treated with the denied treatment
  • to every person who is unable to use some form of contraception for medical reasons
  • to every rape survivor with a uterus
  • to many domestic violence survivors
  • to every person poor enough to bother to work at Hobby Lobby
  • to any person who has a loved one in any of the previously listed groups
  • to any person who has merely listened to detailed reasons stated by people in any of the previously listed groups and felt compassion for them
  • to every person employed by the other 70 companies that had already filed similar cases with different coverage rules than Hobby Lobby
  • to every person who just realized that this ruling applies to them even though their employer is not part of any of these suits
  • and to every person who realizes that a "sincere belief" that a medical treatment does something does not change that science that says otherwise.

That's pretty large set of people. That you are unaware of any problems does not mean that people who say that there are problems are liars. Saying that they are liars just makes YOU an asshole. And when the people that you're calling liars includes sick people, rape victims, domestic violence victims, and people who have trouble paying for health care at all? That's a whole different level of asshole.

Don't be an asshole.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

There But for the Grace of God

Every time something like this happens, I think about that day, the one I “saved” with the power of snark. When he pulled the knife out in class and started walking towards the teacher, he stood up angry. He stood up in pain. He stood up for vengeance. Then he realized that he was walking towards the teacher with a butcher knife. I don’t remember what I saw, if he hesitated or flinched, but I knew he wanted to stop and I knew he felt like he couldn’t. Maybe it was that I knew him well enough. Maybe it was that I liked him. I broke out a heavy sarcastic sigh and said “why don’t you wait until the teacher, your mom, me, and some police are in the room so you can take us all out.” He stopped. I’d given him a way out that saved face. He said that was a good idea and went back to his desk like nothing happened. He slipped the knife into his backpack and we carried on with class. I don’t even remember him getting in trouble. He might have. It’s not like he would have told me.

I didn’t tell the story for over 20 years and when I did, it was after a school shooting to say “if he’d had a gun instead of a knife, he would have fired before he had a chance to change his mind and then been unable to take it back. If he’d had a gun instead of a knife that moment of clarity would have been realizing that his life was ruined. He would have shot me next.”

There But for the Grace of God, Go I


So many men have written articles about the mass shooting. They tend to go “I too was lonely and rejected.” Some say “it’s a good thing that I didn’t stumble into the ‘Men’s Rights Movement.’ He could have been me.” Some say that the problem isn't misogyny, it's feminism; women have the right to say no now! Some say that the problem is that he didn't purchase the correct Pick Up Artist lecture; "come buy mine!" I keep telling them: “This isn’t about you not being popular with girls in high school. This isn’t about how terrible it is to be a male virgin. This isn’t about the shooter's rationalization for his misogyny but about his misogyny itself."

This is about a culture that encourages ideas in men that women owe them and any of us should be physically harmed if men don’t get what they want from each of us. This is about a culture in which it's acceptable for men say that rejection by one woman should result in punishment for all women because we are all the same; however, if someone points out that some men are violent and women can’t tell which ones, the same men yell ‘not all men are the same!’” I keep telling them “that you think that this is about you and not the women who were targeted for a mass killing simply because they are women? That is the problem.” Frankly, I think they should be saying “There but for the grace of God, Jen hasn’t punched me in the nuts, because I totally deserve it.”

“I could have been him.” They say. I respond “but you weren’t and there’s a reason that you weren’t.” This boy actually could have been him, but not because of misogyny, not because I owed him like every woman owed him. Because he was lost.

“There But for the Grace of God, Go I”


I’d tried to explain but he wouldn’t listen. I realized that he felt hurt and betrayed and heart-broken. Then I realized that his reasons for feeling that way were valid. Maybe it didn’t matter to him what the reason was because it shouldn’t matter to him. He was allowed to feel that way. He was right that I’d betrayed him. I didn’t really have a choice but why should that matter to him? I accepted how he felt and I played my role in a teen drama.

He didn’t know much I cried because of what I did. I started crying even before I did it because I knew I had to do it and I knew that this boy that I liked would probably hate me. I knew that I would lose my friend. I don’t think he even knew I liked him. I never told him and I’m not sure he could have figured that out himself, at least at the time. I was the Prom Princess and he was a scrawny nerd with huge glasses and no money. He probably thought I was out of his league, but he was smart enough for me and that was rare. He didn’t bore me. I was easily bored and irritated by people. Someone had to be just the right person to make me not fall regularly into derisive fits. In math class, I routinely had outbursts in which I yelled that everyone else in class was an idiot; I was in a program for children with high IQs. I hated people but I liked him.

I hated to walk away but he wanted me to and he deserved at least that. And he deserved for me to engage sarcasm mode and give him an out. I don’t know if he realized that I did it on purpose; that I saw that moment; that I wanted to help him; that if what it took to help him was to remind him that he wanted to kill me, that’s what I’d do. Maybe that would show him that I meant it when I’d said I was sorry. He stayed angry. He called me a whore and a slut, not because he hated women—because I betrayed him and that was the only way he knew to hurt a girl with words. Because I hurt him. Me.

I wonder if they would have known that his rage was directed.

There But for the Grace of God, Go I


He hated his mother. I don’t know what she did to make him hate her. Maybe she was just a mother to an angry teenage boy. Maybe it was more specific. He talked openly of how much he hated his mother. I never heard of any other family members. My hatred was muffled, silenced, buried. No one but me knew it was there. When I was 7 I told my mother that she should divorce my father because “he’s an asshole.” It might have been my first curse word. They didn’t get the divorce. I had to spend more time with Dad so I would know that he’s likeable. Likeable? Not if you’re related. It was the last time I confronted my mother about his behavior until the divorce ten years later. My sister and I offered to throw her a party when they separated but our parents decided that we were in shock.

Dad was very appearances-oriented, and not just physically. He was under the impression that what’s really important in life is that people outside our family admired us. He was also under the impression that anything that he did to us was acceptable because we’re family and that means that we’re stuck with him. People definitely admired him. He was so nice to everyone else. He was smart and handsome. He had a PhD and had worked as a golf pro. He was dedicated to encouraging liberal arts majors to switch to STEM.

Starting in high school, I had three doctors who had been liberal arts majors until they took his class. They switched to science and ended up in medical school, then ended up at the same clinic. Who knows how many doctors credited my father with their careers. Every time I went to a doctor’s office, I got at least one nurse or doctor who had been his student. Every time, someone asked about him, “how’s he doing? It must be so nice to have him as a father.” My favorite was when women told me that it must be so nice to have a father who is so supportive of women in STEM.

He disallowed me to study science because my goal as a woman was to find a good husband and I’ll never find a good husband if I keep letting guys realize that I’m smart. He refused to let me have science toys as a child. I wanted KNex. I still want KNex. He got a chemistry set and blew up the garage as a child. I got "pipette practice" with straws. In college, he insisted that I switch to “a good major for a girl, like English or Education.”  I got yelled at if I fixed something that he couldn’t. He threw a tantrum when my IQ test came back with a score higher than his. Most parents would be proud; his superiority was threatened— by a girl. His own daughter! How dare she!

It took until I was 25 to respond to those people who said it must be so nice to have him as a dad: “that’s because he’s not your dad.” The breakthrough with my mother was when students excitedly asked if she was his wife and she smiled and cheerfully said “not anymore!”

That boy was angry with me. He told me that my life was perfect. I lived in a 5 bedroom house in the city and my parents were teachers. My life was so easy. He made cracks about my (metaphorical) white picket fence. I wanted to tell him “sometimes, monsters hide behind white picket fences” but I had to stay silent and seething. I didn’t have the right to be angry, ever. That’s what I was always taught. Besides, people might realize our family secrets. The façade would be broken.

“There But for the Grace of God, Go I”


I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, that broken, brilliant boy. He’s my Facebook friend now. One day, he sent me a friend request and I accepted. We carried on with our lives as if that was a totally normal thing, just friends from high school. We didn’t talk to each other at all. After a few years, I tagged him in something and I responded to a couple of his posts. He started responding to mine. He helped me with a programming question. I didn’t know how to feel about him helping me. I spent days wondering if I should tell him “I know that you won’t understand how I could have done what I did if what I’m about to tell you is true, but you know I liked you, right? Do you at least know now that I liked you?” I wouldn’t have turned him down. I couldn’t even read his last post in the thread because I couldn’t figure out what to feel. I’m certain it was helpful.

We’re dancing around elephants in the room. We’ve never spoken about what happened in high school, but he’s chimed in on articles claiming that the correlation between psychiatric medication and mass killings proves that psychiatric medication causes mass killings. He pointed out the correlation is not causation fallacy; I hit “like.” No one pointed out that every example was male, and almost all were white. Those correlations are meaningless, of course.

In times like these when he has more insight than people realize, I see few posts from him. Maybe I’m not on the list of people who would get the messages that he’s sending out. Or maybe he’s retreated from the internet so he doesn't expose that secret, silently saying

“There But for the Grace of God, Go I.”


He ran away to my house. I told him that his mom would think to look for him at my place so he should go around the corner to another friend’s place. When his mother called, I told her that I hadn’t seen him since school and didn’t know where he was. She told me that he doesn’t have his medication; he needs his medication. I said I hadn’t seen him. She said “Fine. I’ll call later and ask for your dad and tell him that when you were over here, you stole a piece of jewelry from me, a necklace.” I said “But that’s a lie! I’ve never even been over there! I don’t even know where your house is!” She said “I know. But who do you think he’s going to believe? One of his star students or his daughter?”

I knew the answer to that and sadly, it wasn’t me even though I’d be telling the truth. If he’d confronted me with the theft allegation, he would have gone into monster mode and my only defense would have been to say that she was lying because the boy had run away and she wanted me to tell her where he’d gone. He would stay in monster mode until I gave that boy up and then he would stay in monster mode, thinking that I’d stolen from her. "Where is the necklace? Don't lie to me and tell me you don't have it! You need to give me that necklace so I can return it!" My room would have been searched and my parents would have found things that would get me in even more trouble. She would find out either way; the only difference was the amount of damage to me in the meantime. I told her who to call, maybe he would be there. When she called she said that I’d told her for certain that he was there and she’d drive over to check if she had to.

I wondered if she saw through Dad’s disguise. I wondered if she recognized that under that “impressive” appearance was an unstable, narcissistic asshole. I wondered if she understood the position that she put me in by threatening to lie about me. I wondered if things like that were why he hated his mom.

In the end, we made it through. He didn’t go on a school killing spree and I escaped the white picket fence. I haven’t spoken to my father in over a decade. I don’t know if that boy speaks to his mother. But we made it through and now we’re dancing a silent gavotte with secrets and elephants.

There But for the Grace of God, Go We.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

New Logical Fallacy: Argumentum ad My-hovercraft-is-full-of-eels

Argumentum ad My-hovercraft-is-full-of-eels: an ancient book that has been hand copied through numerous iterations by people with an agenda as well as translated from translations of translations by people with an agenda should be taken literally, word by word,-- with bonus points if:
  • a cursory internet search gives 5 different translations of the sentence in question in English alone
  • the translation being cited by the person claiming literal interpretation includes words that did not exist in the original language or at the time of original publication
  • the translation being cited by the person claiming literal interpretation states that failure to include words that did not exist in the original language or at the time of original publication is proof that an alternate word was chosen to exclude the word that did not exist at the time.
Example: The Bible literally says that homosexuality is a sin and I cannot doubt the literal Word of God, Leviticus 18:12
  • Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable.
  • Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin.
  • You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.
  • You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination.
  • Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.
  • You are not to sleep with a man as with a woman; it is detestable.
  • You are not to have sexual relations with a male as you would with a woman. It's detestable
  • You must not have sexual intercourse with a male as one has sexual intercourse with a woman; it is a detestable act.
  • Never have sexual intercourse with a man as with a woman. It is disgusting.
Example: The Bible makes several references to "unborn children" which proves that life begins at conception. That the word fetus was not used means that the word fetus was omitted because the correct word is "child." (There is no word for fetus or embryo in Aramaic, but I don't think there was a word for homosexuality either.)

New Logical Fallacy: Argumentum ad Grammarnazium

Argumentum ad grammarnazium: Bringing up a perceived error in grammar or spelling as proof that the opponent is too stupid to be believed, with bonus points for:
  • confusing style with grammar and thus "correcting grammar" that was already correct
  • correcting an appropriately employed colloquialism
  • insisting that the Oxford comma is wrong and should not be used*, **.
Example: correcting the possessive form of the name Keks from Keks' to Keks's, on the grounds that Keks' is not a proper possessive. (Keks' is AP Style and Keks's is MLA Style.) Point conceded due to MLA style being more appropriate to the circumstances even though neither was on point.

Example: correcting the spelling of "offences" to "offenses" in an article written by someone in England about a new policy in the UK, effectively correcting the British spelling with the American spelling, while feigning incredulity on other claims made by the same author.

* The Oxford Comma is the application of grammatical parallelism to comma usage.
** OK, maybe I am a grammar nerd.