HATE

[raven]

So, my day was going pretty badly, and then there were death threats!

Remember the Consortium of Pub-going, Loose and Forward Women? The Pink Chaddi Campaign was a wonderful, wry, smart and pointed form of protest - because, let's face it, Hindutva activists are usually quite stupid, and witty humiliation as an argumentative technique is the best way to deal with them other than hitting them with iron bars and setting them on fire.

The Facebook group of the Consortium - I'm not linking to it, for reasons that will be clear in a moment - has been hacked and renamed "the only good bong is a dead one".

I hate everybody. And the Indian men of the world can go fuck themselves, with ginger.

edited to add: the Hindu discusses it.

Comments

[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

For the *fail* indeed. And I was just getting over #amazonfail-related exhaustion.

(..."bong" being slang for a loose and forward woman, I'm guessing?)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Nope, for a Bengali. (Like yours truly, hence some-but-not-all of the vitriol.)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

As for why - I think the organiser, Nisha Susan, hails from that part of the world also? I don't know why I'm looking for logic from bigots, though...

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

And the Indian men of the world can go fuck themselves, with ginger.

I can't think of anything coherent to say in response to this post, so I'll instead just let you know that the technical term for that is 'figgeting' and hope that it amuses you a little bit.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha. Self-administered, or the application of ginger in general?

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

ACK, for shame, I added an extra syllable in! The word is FIGGING, not figgeting (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=figging), and it applies to the application of peeled ginger root to the anus in general.

[dr-biscuit.livejournal.com]

That is completely shit. I wish I had something to add that wasn't grrrrrr

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Well, I have learned something there, I must say. (I'm reading about the law of assault and consensual sadomasochism, it's almost RELEVANT!)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

grrrrr is good. GRRRRRRR.

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure they used it as a punishment (for adultery in ancient Rome?) at some point in history so that is totally law-relevant.

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

\m/

If there's one thing I've learned in years of delving into the darkest corners of the Internet, it's that there's a technical term for pretty much every form of sexual deviancy you can think of and many more that you CAN'T.

Eproctophilia still has to be a favourite of mine though. Not as in the fetish, just as in "... there's a WORD for that?".

[sir-rosealot.livejournal.com]

I think in the Olden Days there was an offensive gesture known as "figging" where you poke your thumb out between your index and middle finger, or bite your thumb as in Romeo and Juliet, and is apparently "obscene" in an unspecified way. Hmm.

[sir-rosealot.livejournal.com]

Well, in Athens if you caught a man having sex with your wife you could:

a) kill him
b) take money from him as compensation
or
c) inflict such punishments on him as doing that with a radish or singeing off his pubic hair with hot ash!

[sir-rosealot.livejournal.com]

That sucks. I guess... at least there is some comfort in knowing that they have to resort to cheap tactics because they don't have any better ones available?

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

that must be what I was thinking of - thanks!

[forthwritten.livejournal.com]

That is...wow, there are no words for that really.

[clubhopper15.livejournal.com]

a) I didn't know that you were Bengali. v cool!

b) This is so upsetting. They can fuck themselves with a lot more than ginger my dear!

[deathbyshinies.livejournal.com]

Oh, FFS. I also have nothing constructive to add, except to say how rubbish that is and offer *hugs*.

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

Seriously, FUCKERS. *smite smite smite smite*

... I don't suppose virtual chocolate and a Stephen Maturin bitchface (http://www.bettanyitalia.altervista.org/masterandcommander.jpg) will actually help much, but I offer them anyway.

[just-the-ash.livejournal.com]

O Lord, what dickwipes these mortals be.

[jacinthsong.livejournal.com]

Ginger wrapped in ghost chillies. >:(

*hug*

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

Gah! Some people. I don't remember reading about the Pink Chaddi Campaign but it looks like a well cool idea that shouldn't be attacked by idiots.

I promised you comment-fic, then chickened out of sending it. Hindus-in-Space! being political and self-determining:

***

When she thought of Dunyia, she thought of flowers. Not the bustling, clean (so much cleaner than New Brasilia!) streets of Nehru City, not the welcoming aspect of her Aunt and Uncle's house, but the Botanical Gardens. The giant white and yellow petals of the native species and the so much smaller, so much more varied immigrant species that her ancestors had carefully cultivated from seeds they had preserved in their last days on Earth.

"Stay," Rajiv said, as they lay on the grass and looked up at the sky through a parasol of petals. "Come home for good."

"New Brasilia's my home." Amritha ran her hand lightly over the lilies in the bed to her right, releasing a wave of scent.

"You were born there, sure, but what about all your family here?"

"And my parents? My mother's family? They wouldn't even think of leaving."

"Think of all the good you could do. The Hindustani Alliance is too small to be constantly looking inward for its leaders. You could have a glittering career in politics here."

"I can do good in the DRNE. THey need politicians who actually question the system." It was time to tell him. "I'm not coming back to be your -- " wife was too abrupt, too limiting, for what she thought he wanted " -- your consort."

"Then forget what we said as children, and come back as a person in your own right." He sat up. "I haven't told anyone yet, but I'm going to New Kazakhstan, to try to broker a trade agreement. If it succeeds, I'll be made Ambassador. Perhaps I'll even run for Governor, if the referendum approves their joining the Alliance. You'll hardly see me." Left unsaid was his obvious hope that they might get to know each other all over again.

"I made my mind up last month." She had promised George she wouldn't make him her excuse, and he wasn't going to be. "The things I saw on Helvetica. The things the soldiers told me. I have to stand up and try to make a difference." Please don't ask me if there's someone else. I can't lie, but that's not why I'm doing this.

"You've always got a place here," he said. "My parents, our aunts and uncles and cousins: they'll all want you to stay in touch."

"I will." She sat up. "With any luck they'll see me all over the news-feeds within a year or two. And you'll do great things in New Kazakhstan, I just know it." It was done. She could enjoy the rest of her visit without the worry hanging over her, and then she could return to New Brasilia to start her very first local (very local!) election campaign.

***

Hope that's slightly cheering and not a completely failed attempt on my part.

[ETA:] If you want to point out any glaring errors in my fic, feel free. If you don't, that's cool too.

[velvet-tipping.livejournal.com]

hi! i thought i'd add you cause you are talking about pink chaddis and hindutva.