A bit ago, I sent an email to the author of this post.
“Hiya. I wrote a response to your post. I would appreciate you reading it and offering further thoughts. I don’t want to seem like a total asshole or for discussion to just fizzle out–this is my honest attempt at a discussion.
I tried to be civil. I was unprepared for the response I receivied.
You are most precocious. Never mind the Google search I was doing when I found your blog. It intrigued me — “Really? A high-school kid this far into feminist theory?” — and when I saw the post that mentioned the Ouija board, it was like, “There’s the hook.”
Precocious. Huh. I thought it humorously said precious (like he was sarcastically calling me a precious child when the joke is that I’m actually a demon from hell) and I had to reread it a few times before realizing what it actually said. I take it as a compliment—I’m not really sure it was meant as an insult, to be honest. And I never asked about the Google search; honestly, I think it’s cool that I get enough traffic to show up in searches at all. And I, too, understand that “ah-ha” moment when there’s a hook or idea for a post. See, we’re relating to each other already!
Obviously, you don’t want to consider the possibility that involvement in the occult is dangerous. Nor, evidently, do you think that your family problems and your issues with anxiety and depression make you an “at risk” teenager, as they say.
As someone with anxiety issues (or, as I like to say, someone who is terrified of literally fucking everything) I have definitely had my fair share of fears about the Ouija board. Please don’t think that I haven’t. But I will repeat this again, it is a children’s toy made out of cardboard that I bought at Toys R Us for eleven dollars. Now, if we’re talking an actual wooden board made by some witch in the sixteenth century, then I wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole. With a fifty-foot pole, honestly. But cardboard can’t hurt me.
And you know what? I fully acknowledge I’m an at-risk teenager. LGBT youth (or those who think they’re LGBT, since you insist bisexuality isn’t a thing) are four times more likely to commit suicide, and those questioning are three times more likely. There’s a whole host of statistics about kids who come from broken homes. Anxiety and depression fucking sucks. But you know what? I have a whole lot to live for and I’m not going anywhere.
Highly intelligent people, such as yourself, are better able to rationalize their problems. But when you begin describing symptoms of depression, and your blog refers to various sources of stress — e.g., your parents’ divorce, unhappiness with your ex-boyfriend, “bisexuality” — it signals to me that your rationalization skills, advanced as they may be, are being overwhelmed.
Highly intelligent? Sweet!
To be honest? I’m completely overwhelmed. It’s part of being a teenager. But I’m going to get through it without the help of your religion and without the help of a Ouija board. I’m going to say this again, I’m not an occultist. I don’t even really believe in the occult. I’m much more inclined to believe in the ideomotor effect than anything spiritual.
Please, don’t put my identity into quotation marks. I’m trying my hardest to see your ideas and identity as valid but if you can’t do the same for me then we’re going to have an issue.
Hope you weren’t too traumatized by my critical stance. You might want to explore some of my extensive writings about feminism:http://theothermccain.com/category/feminism/
Honestly, you’re way too young to be slinging around words like “heteronormativity.”
I wasn’t traumatized—the exact opposite, really. All I want is to promote discussion. But why am I too young? You just said I’m highly intelligent (and precocious, which I’m still taking as a compliment whether or not it’s meant to be) so why can’t I use big words like the grown ups do? Trust me, I’m not just “slinging around” this word—I know what it means, I know its implications, and I know its connotations.
In the interest of full disclosure, I will let you all know that the subject line of my email was “I’m Possessed by Demons” because I really just couldn’t resist being an asshole.
Eagerly awaiting a response. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m very engaged in this.