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What the hell?
I'm going to do something very unique here: I'm going to apologize in advance for something. Here goes: I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I know that what I'm about to say is going to have the potential to upset some people, it may very well look like I'm taking a cheap shot or using somebody to grandstand and make myself look bigger. If that's how it seems, I apologize, but I am seriously irked by this and I didn't want to post in somebody else's journal and make what could easily seem like a personal attack in their comments -- I also wanted to avoid possibly causing a flame war there. I respect the author of the journal too much for that, so I'll make the remarks in my journal where the consequences are mine to deal with and mine alone, and any responses by other parties are strictly voluntary.

In the journal of one of my LJ friends an entry was posted detailing the various chores that were being tackled that day, mostly focusing around the one chore we almost universally dread: throwing out old food. It's a smelly, gross experience that can quickly overwhelm somebody and make them ill if the situation is bad enough or their senses are tuned just right (or maybe that phrase should be "just wrong"). Cleaning the fridge and cupboards out can lead to rather unpleasant discoveries... like finding out a few fruit cup tins have exploded and you now have dried, withered bits of food clinging to the sides of your cupboard rotting away merrily and etching themselves into the grain of the wood. Nobody wants to tackle that chore because, well, it just sucks.

A follow up was posted to this entry by an individual whom I shall not name. If you're resourceful enough, you'll figure it out soon enough. The entry went thusly:


You know, our lives are like the refrigerator: every so often we need to go through and clean out all the leftover affections and relationships that have gone bad, lost their substantive value, or just weren't to our taste to begin with.

We kept them around because we didn't want to seem profligate or wasteful, but eventually the clutter--if not the smell--forces us to undertake the unpleasant task of getting rid of them. In doing so we also have to confront the fact that we probably should never have kept them past the first few days to begin with (evading this truth can further delay the day of cleaning), and the stink they raise between the time we throw them out and the time they finally disappear will further reproach us. But once it's done we breath easier, and we have more room for better things.

So there you have it: anthropomorphized garbage. Silly, I know...

...but it suits furry fandom to a T*.

*size XXXL, unwashed



Now what the hell is this about? I've seen this individual before, I've dealt with them both online and in person. In neither case have I been impressed. They single individuals out, try to catcall them and shame them, and if the individual in question happens to retaliate then suddenly the person in question is the "victim" and pulls out every stop available to them to strike back. When it gets down to it, this person is probably in more dire need of a sexual encounter than any other human being in history... it's the only thing I can conceive of that might relax them enough to make them think in a calm, rational manner. I've listened to this person rant, I've listened to them rave, I've listened to them catcall and kvetch and whine over the last four years. Each time it's the Same Damn Thing: How evil and utterly horrible the furry fandom is. It's been four years that this has gone on, people, count them -- four years. Yet the tune has never really changed, even over that drastic time period. It continues to be Furry fandom sucks this and Furry fans are unwashed perverts that and It's only about porn and bestiality. I'm fucking sick of listening to this idiot rant and rave like some homeless bastard in downtown New York who's hopped up on crank and convinced he saw god beneath one of the sewer grates. Either shut the fuck up or go away. I don't care which at this point, but do something and prove you have even a modicum of wit and value to this world. Rather than sitting there and playing persecuted martyr, how about making good on all your complaints and actually taking some action for once? I mean, sweet licorice-flavored Christ served with a side of tuna fish, if the fandom sucks harder than a black hole why the hell don't you just do what I did and get the fuck out? The benefits of getting away from something you find so horribly aggravating are enormous! One, you sleep better at night. Two, your blood pressure lowers. Three, you don't keep droning on and on like some horrible looped tape that can't be shut off. You know what happens when you get away from something that makes you into a whiny bitch? People start liking you more! It's amazing, but it's true! If you stop harping you become an inherently more pleasant animal to be around and maybe, just maybe you can gain some friends.

Look, it's easy. I've outlined the major steps I followed here for your convenience:
1)Get fed up with the politics, conditions or actions of enough people in the fandom to grind your teeth.
2)Declare that you're done dealing with it
3)Move on with your life.

I did it. If I can do it, then a chimp with Down's Syndrome who has just been struck by a pickup truck can probably do it. It's just that simple, man. One, two, three, done -- glorious freedom is now yours! I'm glad I made the decision to step away from the fandom and its less pleasant aspects. I kept my friends from the fandom, I've even participated in small parts of it here and there. But by and large I've taken my nose out of something that only served to exasperate me and I've put it into something that smells much sweeter and doesn't make my blood boil. By bailing from the fandom I'm not left only seeing the bad, frustrating, evil parts of the fandom -- I can see the good parts of it, I can be happy for those who still enjoy it, and now and then I can dip into the positive aspects and have a little fun if I so choose without feeling that I'm dirtying myself. I'm also able to respect those people who are still actively involved in the fandom, and interact with them without trying to beat their skulls in with a 2x4. I'm able to function on a day to day basis and relate to people. I've managed to survive, and I'm a happier person for it. I bet if you will be, too!

Let's face facts here, ladies and gentlemen: the individual in question is so obsessed by how much he's decided this fandom bites that he's simply unable to let a simple entry about cleaning out a refrigerator go by without relating it in some lame-ass way to the furry fandom. Is this all you think about? Does everything tie back to this fandom you profess to hate so much? If it does, then hello, this is your free trial subscription to Clue Weekly: Get A Goddamn Life. There's more out there than just furry. You write stuff like that, you end up looking like a lunatic who needs to be knocked down with 75 cc's of horse tranquilizer and taken off to some place where you can be heavily medicated for the next ten years. A little personality reconstruction wouldn't hurt while they're at it, either. Maybe they can remove that hint of hysteria from your voice when you start preaching again. To paraphrase Ashryn, "some people don't think having an aneurysm is a very respectable goal." She's right, man. Having an stroke over the behavior of some two or three people who think that Kermit the Frog is a sex object is just plain stupid.

Let it go, man. Just... let it go.

Furry is a fandom. It's a choice. It's something you can walk away from, nobody has a gun to your head to force you to be part of it or even to think about it. Nobody had a gun to my head, I received no threats against my health when I threw up my hands and declared I was done. By sticking around and making noise you serve no useful purpose. Nobody wants you, dude. Nobody has listened to you in four years, what makes you think you're going to be listened to now? I mean, good god man, you've just posted about how Furry is anthropomorphic garbage -- your obsession speaks for itself. Nobody takes you seriously. Just walk away. Nobody will shed a tear, trust me, and nobody will chase after you and harass you for making the decision to hit the dusty trail. The only person you're hurting by sticking around and making a total ass out of yourself is you. Take your own advice: throw out whatever personal demon is driving you to focus with such stubborn singlemindedness on Furry, and make room for Better Things.

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From: lahacal Date: May 29th, 2002 05:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

I know the guy

He's the only regular poster on LiveJournal who doesn't have hsi own account, which fortunately limits what he can do.

Hey, are you the guy who was the answer to every poll on Flayrah for about half a year?
chebutykin From: chebutykin Date: May 29th, 2002 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: I know the guy

Yes. That is the one and only Feren. Kneel, lowly dog!

*mischievous grin*
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captain18 From: captain18 Date: May 30th, 2002 02:03 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: I know the guy

The System Monitor[ simulated persona = 'The System Monitor', node #1, max search depth 64%, neural variance 1.993 ]
[ reply date = 5/30/2002 9:04:30 AM ]

porn filter activated.


feren From: feren Date: May 30th, 2002 02:08 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: I know the guy

Woohoo!
frostyw From: frostyw Date: May 30th, 2002 10:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: I know the guy

You magnificent bastard.
feren From: feren Date: May 30th, 2002 02:07 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: I know the guy

[Hey, are you the guy who was the answer to every poll on Flayrah for about half a year?]

Yep, that's me. I am the Cowboy Neal of Flayrah. :)
duncandahusky From: duncandahusky Date: May 30th, 2002 03:17 am (UTC) (Link)

No disagreement here

Y'know, as I've mentioned in the past, fandoms (any fandom - SF, furry, SCA, take your pick) are a hobby. Let's see, a good definition of "hobby" - ah, here we are:
An activity or interest pursued outside one's regular occupation and engaged in primarily for pleasure.

"...engaged in primarily for pleasure." Pretty much drives the point home, eh? If it's not providing pleasure, then get the hell out!

Side note: a hobby is also "Any of several small falcons of the genus Falco, formerly used for catching small birds or game" but that's beside the point. Unless you want to say that hobbies are for the birds.
linnaeus From: linnaeus Date: May 30th, 2002 06:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

The dogs bark, but the caravan moves on...

Heh. I'm familiar with the guy's... insightful... posts on usenet. I think he'd be a lot happier if he were to take your advice, but he won't.

I don't think all his complaining about the awfulness of furry is due to any honest attempt to improve things on his part, I'm pretty sure it's what he does in place of having a real personality. Think about it, if you don't have anything else going for you, why not be "Guy Who Complains About Stuff All The Time." If people don't know you very well, it can create the illusion that you have hidden depths, and constantly harping on the theoretical problems of others draws attention away from your own shortcomings. I don't think this is going to help him to make any friends or feel better about himself in the long run, but let's not begrudge him. He needs to bitch about people, it's all he's got.
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