No, we don’t want the same thing. I don’t want what you want.
- I don’t want my arguments to rely on dressing my opponents’ arguments up in a cheap wig and a sneer because I can’t call them ridiculous when they stand on their own.
- I don’t want to build a sense of superiority on disagreeing with positions that have only been handed to me through a game of shouty, anti-feminist telephone.
- I don’t want the endorsement of people or organizations who sweep me under the rug when the time comes to justify their support.
- I don’t want the endorsement of people who rely on volume to carry their arguments.
- I don’t want the endorsement of people who get so emotional when faced with feminism that their spelling, capitalization, and ability to make less-than-laughable analogies go to pot.
- I don’t want the endorsement of people so desperate to discredit feminism that they have to quote mine and misrepresent people’s positions.
- I don’t want the endorsement of anyone in such need of validation for their positions that they appreciate the support of the slime pit.
- I don’t want to benefit from the work of generations while telling the world that I’m not a part of what they’ve done.
- I don’t want to feel so helpless I throw my hands up at YouTube or Twitter harassment because that’s just the way the internet is.
- I don’t want to have to make myself look brave by suggesting that people who have stood fast in the face of years of harassment are “pussies”.
- I don’t want anyone ever to see me conflate caring that people are treated well with weakness.
- I don’t want to be held up as a “good one” by people who are pretty awful themselves.
- I don’t want to spread misrepresentations and poor arguments that get used to justify the harassment of others.
- I don’t want anyone ever to see me ask people to support me without question or criticism.
- I don’t want people to support my organization because I guilt them into it rather than because I’ve made a good argument that it works in their interest.
- I don’t want anyone ever to see me argue to someone that our mere shared identity is a good way of evaluating how well I work in their interest.
- I don’t want my success to be dependent on men who try to sell me on sex appeal instead of on my abilities.
- I don’t want my success to be dependent on organizations that will throw me under the bus the moment I disagree in public with one of their big guys.
But here’s the deal: I don’t think you really want any of those things either. I don’t know what you do want. I don’t know what your dream was or where you wanted making videos to take you, but it probably wasn’t getting yourself stuck in an ideological trap where you get more praise for treating others badly and know what you’re in for if you bite the hand that feeds you. Still, here you are.
Welcome to movement atheism in 2014. Good luck.
And take that silly wig and sneer off. You can do better than that.