You meet a stranger. You have a moment. Curse that treacherous crowd for separating you two!
That’s what Craiglist’s "Missed Connections" section is supposed to be about. But the missed connection this woman experienced was far from an almost-romance.
The original post appears below, but here's the scoop:
The writer was innocently riding the subway in Boston when she witnessed a young man fat-shame a woman on the train. Naturally, the victim of this unprompted bullying burst into tears. It was all too much for our new Craigslist hero! She took her rant to the interwebs to publicly shame the man who dared to harass a woman for the way she looks.
Choice quote: "Something tells me you brag about loving Bukowski even though you only made it 80 pages deep into Women. You definitely think you're smarter than everyone and you love reflective surfaces."
This chastising is delicious on many levels: the female solidarity; the intolerance for fat-shaming; the dismantling of a carefully crafted male hipster persona.
Missed Connections warrior, will you be our friend? Please?
And, now . . . the transcendent post:
"You got up right before the Stony Brook stop and said something in a low voice to the woman next to you. You exited the train and she burst into tears. I asked her what you said—-and in between sobs she goes, "he said 'Have some respect for yourself and lose some weight'."
Oh shit, you said that to a complete fucking stranger, an innocent person trying to read a book on her ride home!!! Yeah dog, you sure did, and then you turned heel and walked off like the miserable coward you are.
You publicly humiliated another human and made her cry. How truly f*cking horrifying of you. She was totally stunned, and devastated. . .is that what you wanted to see happen? Are you that much of a nightmare that you are PLEASED by making people cry? Total strangers even? I don't think I can fully express to you what an absolute skidmark you are, but here goes:
You: blond, slicked hair, hipsterish. You manage to be both tasteless and sanctimonious, and something tells me you brag about loving Bukowski even though you only made it 80 pages deep into Women. You definitely think you're smarter than everyone, and you love reflective surfaces. You work in design/tech/oh wait, who cares, you don't f*cking matter. You treat women like garbage, but don't worry—-we hate you. You have a stank on you, and a lot of us can smell it...truly a dookiestain made flesh. You don't have an original thought under that stupid haircut. You are a straight up f*cking bully, and you should be ashamed of yourself. Bullies are the absolute worst.
The thing is, part of you knows this, and you're upset that no one treats you like the special snowflake you believe yourself to be. So you say horrible things to strangers in public to make yourself feel better. Stop being such a f*cking bully and sh*tting on other humans just because your wounded-ego feels like taking a dump. No really, just f*cking stop.
Any of my fellow feminist vigilantes who might be reading this: keep an eye out for a white dude, around age 30, who looks like a wacker version of Macklemore, if that's possible. Make sure you remind him of his insignificance.
And to the woman to whom this human diarrhea pile directed his steaming ego turd: keep your head up girl, it's not even about you. I hope it didn't ruin your day."
Image: because if this doesn't convince you, nothing will. Courtesy of Wikimedia