Goodness gracious. Now we cats know why we've never been tempted to tweet — even though we love little birds.
In a repulsive story out of Britain, a feminist blogger and a female Labour MP have been deluged with death and rape threats on Twitter, all because they — brace yourselves — got the Bank of England to agree to put Jane Austen on a 10-pound note.
We don't get it. Oh, not the part about men being immature cretins, hiding their little dicks behind the anonymity of cyberspace and feeling big and powerful by tweeting not only rude but criminal things. That's a given. But — Jane Austen? What's up with that?
Who are these guys? Did their girlfriends force them to watch all six hours of the Pride and Prejudice miniseries? Were they dragged to the (superior, we think) theatrical film 10 years later? Were they humiliated in English class by an Austen-loving teacher? It's a mystery.
Whatever the answer, we cats are disgusted. And to paraphrase Elizabeth Bennet, we have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting respectable women.
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