fiveandfifty said: If you read the accompanying article, it has a really weird tangent about how women are clearly threatened by cyclists because something something insecurity. I actually did a double take when I read it. (OTOH, hit-and-run is fucking serious)
Which article do you mean Moon? This from the Evening News?
Because I’m sure there are lots resulting from the media storm that’s sort of happening thanks to these tweeters’ selfless actions.
Hit and runs are fucking terrible and I hope the driver in question is appropriately punished for her actions, but there’s absolutely no reason to bring her family, friends and workplace into it as the Norwich cycling community appear to have done. Like as a photoset it’s pretty funny and appropriate because it doesn’t show the extent of what’s actually happened, but I hope the woman’s family don’t suffer because of what she did.
Mob justice is appalling.
ok jumping off my tumblr soapbox now bye guys
and then you actually look up that event as posted earlier
and find that instead of reporting the offending tweet to the police and leaving it at that, the person in question and various associates went ahead and internet detectived that tweeter’s personal facebook, her workplace, her parents, siblings, everything, and broadcasted the contact details of those people to the internet at large
good job internet detectives you sure look like the good guys now
we’re really proud of you
Today started out like any other day. I was sleeping peacefully in my cat cave, not a worry in the world, until the humans in my house decided to ambush me.
My mom quietly snuck into my room with a full glass of water and dumped it on my head while I was in the middle of a dream. It scared the shit out of me, so I screamed and fell off the bed.
I scrambled to run out of my room and as soon as I reached the hallway, my dad and my sister grabbed me and pushed me into the bathroom and held the door shut.
I have never been so upset and confused in my whole life. I wailed and banged on the door and just asked them WHY over and over.
Then I heard my mom talking through the door. She said that no one was going anywhere until I took a shower and that I would be trapped until I pass her inspection.
I hate being told what to do and I was already really angry from being scared half to death, so I curled up on the floor and howled, refusing to give them what they wanted.
After five minutes, I tried to open the door again but they were still there. I pleaded with my dad, but he kept saying to just shutup and take the damn shower.
I realized I had lost this battle. So I anxiously turned on the shower and made myself go inside. I washed my hair and combed it. I put their awful smelling human soap all over me. I did everything my mother demanded of me.
When I was done, my mom handed me new clean clothes through the door. They won. My parents broke me today.
I was forced to wear department store clothes made out of non-environmentally friendly fabric. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to make their victory any sweeter, so I held it in.
After I changed, I nervously crawled out the door and looked around. The three of them were standing there smiling at me like this was some kind of a game. My mom patted me on the head and said I could go back to sleep. I made sure to glare at my dad as I sulked back to my room in shame.
He was supposed to be my only ally in this house but today he betrayed me. I have no one on my side anymore.
The injustice of living with humans is too much to bear. I don’t get what is so hard about leaving me to groom as I please, in peace. I haven’t left my room since this morning. My hair smells weird. I need to go outside to get the stench off of me.
God parents are such a pain sometimes. I can’t wait until I don’t have to deal with any of their shenanigans anymore. One day. One day, I will be free. I can only hope I survive until then.
so this is what mental illness looks like…