I'd certainly buy it; it'll be a howler
/And not just any book, but “a permanent, beautiful, holdable, snuggle-in-bed-able, dogear-able, shareable, tearstainable book. Your voices. Your stories”
The anger is palpable:
“Libby you should be ashamed. This is a disgusting betrayal of trust and using others’ stories to make money and gain fame,” wrote a Pantsuit Nation member named Jamie Bryant, who describes herself on Twitter as a “radical feminist bitch.”
“Libby, this is a betrayal of safe space,” group member Ellen Byrne wrote. “You can’t invite people to share intimate thoughts . . . then summarily, as an individual, change those terms. Something sacred has happened on this page and I don’t believe it belongs.”
The NYPost gives the history:
The Pantsuit Nation Facebook page was started last October as a place where enthusiastic supporters of the Democratic presidential nominee could gather and talk about their favorite candidate.
The page grew by millions in just weeks, and by Election Day, Hillary-loving users posted pictures of themselves in pantsuits going to the polls, hopefully to elect the first female president.
But, sadly, "Members were devastated when Clinton lost to GOP nominee Donald Trump and flocked to the page to commiserate."
I particularly like this panties-knotted poster's spot-on summation of the net result of the campaign:
“5 Million members of Pantsuit Nation and the best they can come up with is another edition of Chicken Soup for the Soul,” wrote loser Lieoma Olue..
Exactly right, Lieoma; that's all you've accomplished. But "Jamie the feminist bitch" actually has a point - the idea that a public internet page with 5 million readers could possibly be considered a "safe space" seems ludicrous on its face, but in fact, all those comments, especially the ones that flooded in after Hillary lost, will be read, and relished, by mean-spirited people like myself. That's a vision that should make Jamie and her coven cringe in embarrassment and humiliation.
I can see hanging out with friends in a coffee house, conducting a group read, reading aloud the most hilarious - okay, Hillaryous - screeches, or keeping a copy in the bathroom as a toilet reading tome. A snuggable volume by the bed? Of course! What better way to ensure sweet dreams and a cheerful awakening?
How can I pre-order this?