Nastiness and colour are not related. Most things aren't related to colour. And no... I don't believe I was belittling the OG, I believe you have read it as belittling - there's something here about Wittgenstein and beetles that needs to be read.
A follower count is no indication of how good a writer is. Followers mean nothing and I've been here long enough not to engage with the dick-swinging or vagina-flapping or whatever the correct term happens to be.. The reason I drew attention to the OG's relative newness on the platform is that I was pleased to have someone come straight out and say what they think. You'll see the opening paragraph is full of praise for this exact thing. That said, it was a Kafka-Trap and it did do a similar thing to a lot of tub-thumping feminism on the website and was written for a home crowd. I'm not the home crowd and I posed a question in her comments section which she elected not to answer. The other reason I tend to point out if an author is new is as a deterrent from people popping over to smash them. This place needs new blood, it doesn't need new blood up the walls.
What you have done is inferred that I don't like what she wrote because she's a) new and b) a woman. That's not true. I don't like what she wrote because it's a Kafka-Trap, once again, read the linked article to see why I hate Kafka-Traps. I like the fact she's new, I like the fact she's writing with oomph, I disagree with what she has written. The question I posed was whether her hatred of men extended to boys - and it led to a separate article and subsequent back and forth on this article and the linked one at the bottom about misandry, parenting and what it means to 'hate' the other. In essence, her article, well written as it was - provided a backdrop to SC and I having a much further and deeper debate about the nature of why men and women can't communicate effectively and why there is so much animosity.
Into which you basically inserted 'you must be a man, you hate women and that's why I didn't bother reading your work'. Which, in a way, was somewhat hilarious and in another and slightly more poignant way, was profoundly sad.
