Get Your Banana out of My Twatson, Man

Breaking News! Or is it just broken? Whatever.

Twatson is finally taking on all of her naysayers, bukkake style. And you just know it's dirty because she titled it for her mother's benefit. Mom, don't read this. (trigger warning, if you have a gag reflex).

Like all of my Twatson posts, I'm not putting much thought into this because, as I've said, this shit kind of writes itself. She does inform us that no one who has spoken against her is adequate to the task:

These are people who desperately want to insult me, but have neither the wit nor the intelligence to do it properly.

As one of the intellectually gifted on the short bus, I can tell you that being the smartest one around - ever! - is no easy position. While the rest of the 'tards are staring out the windows, or just licking them, I'm lost in deep thought: if I drool in my lap when I'm sitting down, where does it go when I stand up? Twatson, no doubt, can profoundly sympathize with Deep Thoughts like that. It's worth the mention, Twatson, that we aren't desperate to insult you. Nor do we need to be particularly witty or intelligent to do so. All I've had to do for the last month is say nothing about you and just let you talk, unprompted. And the material just lands on my desk, like shit and a fan.

Twatson, Renaissance Chick

With all the poseur cred that Twatson throws around (note, the cool people she meets always have names attached to them, of the famous variety), coupled with all the stupid shit she says it occurs me who she is.  She's our Tasha Yar "what have bright primary colors got do with it?" when she was looking at red, white and blue.

Anyway, that's Twatson. She's our Tasha.

Oh, I Love The Google Machine . . .

And people who have greater competence in it than I have.

Franc Hoggle, among others such as myself, has also been looking into Twatson's background. He found this lovely bit from the google cache of yesteryear.  In addition to having a mastery with language and metaphor I lack, he's also a careful critic, thinker and has a wicked sense of irony.  Check him out if you've not otherwise done so.

Ask a Scientist AKA Rebecca Twatson (part 1)

[edit, for the lulz]
So, I've watched a "program" on which Twatson has appeared. She was "interviewed" on this particularly stupid show, by the Robert W. & Irma M. Arthur-Bascom Professor from the University of Wisconsin Law School. Her name is Ann Althouse, and she seems like a bit of dipshit.  The religious kind of dipshit. The right-wing kind of religious dipshit.  Since I'm being completely objective here, I wouldn't want to give you some insight to the kind of mind Twatson can't wait to give an interview to. That would be impolite.  But, so is implying that President Obama has a lot in common with slaveholders. Here's a snippet of her penetrating analysis of Obama and Boehner and their remarks last night. Apparently, Boehner 'won' in talking to the camera in a way that outshone Obama's ability to stare into a camera and talk:

Watermelon, I Choose You!

Just Kidding! I didn't choose the watermelon really. I'm not black so that one is obviously not going to be my choice. Sheesh - as if!

Ok. I haven't stopped laughing since I watched Twatson's recap of The Latest (that's me!). So, the world according to Derp goes a little like this:

If you don't agree with Twatson, it's because you're abnormal.

The biggest question to arise out of this is something in the form of: if I can't corner women in elevators at four in the morning and invite them to my room, how will I ever get laid?  In short, you won't, fuckers.

Except me since I take dick. That's my secret gay power right there.  I would link to all of the people who say otherwise with respect to what the issues are. But that's like the whole internet minus PZ, Twatson, Benson, Greta and Jennifer McCreight (rhymes with wrong). So, pretty much look anywhere else and see.

Then go look there and you'll find that's not the number one question either. (granted, they censor, ban, edit and redact posts as they see fit, so YMMV).

You can also get a sex doll; she promises they won't go around pestering with you advice, or complaining. Apparently, they'll just lay there and let you fuck them. Or a fleshlight.  If you're a woman who doesn't agree with her, I'm afraid you weren't worth any advice on how to get laid. After all, as a gender traitor, your concerns for sex aren't relevant in this conversation.

Now that I think about it, neither was anyone else's since we're here discussing beverages. Meh, details, details.

Oh, and don't forget the denouement she has:  I stick my fingers in my ears (a welcome break for my ass let me tell you) and sing lalala. But keep talking to me!

et tu, Greta?

To be fair, I'm unsurprised which side Greta Christina would come down on.  What I did find surprising is that she's somehow managed to miss, near as I can figure anyway, the conversation that's been going on.
So, let's see how Greta decides to bend the facts to meet her ineluctably proper conclusion, shall we?

A shitstorm in which many men, including Richard Dawkins, have argued that this is a trivial issue, or even a non-issue: that it's ridiculous for women to be cautious or fearful when they're propositioned by a strange man in a strange country alone in an elevator at four in the morning;

DlandonCole Endorses Sexism â la Rebecca Twatson?

So, yeah. Apparently, not only was what Rebecca Twatson said reasonable, it was imminently appropriate to have said.
Here's his video:

And my response video:

Twatson Story, Abridged - Rare Footage!

I have managed to come across some video of this past weekend's ordeal. This is a meeting among Abbi, Rebecca Twatson and Richard "The Dick" Dawkins.  The whole story is summed up in just a few seconds, without further ado, here it goes!

Rebecca Watson delenda est [update]

[edit: if you per chance could, make sure to tweet this to Rebecca Twatson. For some reason, I can't seem to quite find her on twitter anymore. Can't imagine what caused that.
[edit 2: bwahahaha ]
Ok, I can confirm that the Rebecca in question is indeed Rebecca Watson. So, here's the full story:


Rebecca was given at some point in time moderator privileges on JREF's forums. Thereafter, she either created a sock account or used an old sock account and got caught. So, she was suspended from their boards for about a month.