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shittywebcomics: Social Media, the Whore’s Natural Habitat To understand the editorial voice here, it is probably best to read the first installment. First allow me to explicitly state what “whore” and “whoring” are meant to imply in this essay. Whore, n: A person who either knowingly or unknowingly uses a personal relationship in a primirarlly transactional sense. Whoring, v: Engaging in activities as a whore; using another individual Now this is a gender neutral definition that clearly includes traditional prostitutes, but also includes the vast majority of politicians and plenty of businessmen. Whoring is more of a state of mind than any specific activity, and the nature of society is that everyone has to figuratively spread their legs every now and then to make their bread. Nothing in the world is free, and civilization grew from the advantages that specialization provided, given that people could lean on each other’s work. You laugh at your boss’s jokes without thinking about it, even though in another situation you’d just roll your eyes. We tend to feel fondly towards those who can get us what we want, it’s just a natural, critical lubricant to keep the juggernaut of society rolling. And thanks to the Ben Franklin effect, those who are ostensibly exploited often feel positively towards those using them. Whoring is just the way of the world. While at the bottom, when a person even associating with you can damage their social standing, the only relationships I ever achieved were with people who were whoring. Of course once puberty turned school into a social war zone, it became increasingly obvious that as an untouchable others saw me as more of potential shit shoveler than friend. As a response to what I lacked in social and economic capital, I made up in knowledge acquisition. I was a nerd of the highest order, and in high school I gradually switched from games as my outlet to computers and software. The internet arrived to the middle of nowhere shithole I called home, and that cinched things: suddenly I had access to social circles outside my geographic prison, and I banked on it. I knew immediately that the future was the internet, and dove headfirst into the rising tide. I was not a healthy person; in fact, I was downright evil. Having given up on a social life, I opted for power. I discovered that trolling was in my blood, and I honed my skills all for the love of the lulz. As soon as I hit 16 I dumped all extracurriculars in favor of a shit job so I could buy computer books and equipment. When I wasn’t doing homework or my job, I was exploring the tubes and learning to code. By the end of high school, it was well-known that I was the top computer expert, including the employees. I achieved power; the network administrator never even looked at me funny out of fear of reprisal. This coincided with the dot com bubble raging, and a lot of weight lifting on my part. I was no longer invisible to women, but it didn’t matter; I had no reason to trust any of these people after the years of exploitation and public disregard. Then I went to college and mellowed out. I put my dark side on the shelf, and genuinely tried to be a good person. I was a legitimately nice guy, and in many respects it was wonderful. I had friends, women enjoyed talking to me and they trusted me, and I probably should have fucked a ton of them but I had too much latent self-loathing chained to my neck. I let my guard down, and I fell in love with a full blown whore. I’m going to introduce another definition now: full blown whore, n: A person who is incapable of seeing relationships as anything but transactional. We were “friends”, which in retrospect was mostly her keeping me as a pet to boost her ego, and me just enjoying the company of a beautiful woman I loved. She had me pegged as head over heels, and although she wasn’t interested in me that didn’t stop her from talking shit on other women who were. I was a source of emotional comfort, physical safety, validation, and drugs; “her territory” as a friend of hers described it. I was still in loser mode, it never occurred to me that I was actually genuinely attractive at this point, so I was happy for “what I could get.” But when my “friend” discovered that under my baggy clothes was an attractive physique, everything changed. You see, I was in love with my friend, who was suddenly replaced with a skank. And as the confusion mounted, I came to the utterly horrible conclusion: I had never actually known this person. She was just acting the entire time, down to lying about the kinds of music she listened to. It was a scam, and all she did was switch scams once she decided I was desirable. So now, rather than just lead me on, she was slut-gaming me: acting ditzy, jealousy plays, pretending to be drunker than she was, just all that stupid shit. I stumbled out of love, and she intermittently tried and failed using various personas to fuck me for years after that. The only real problem with full blown whores is that they will almost never admit to being such. If the johns know they are johns, all it does is hurt the whore’s take of the transaction. The hustle never ends: whether they’re talking to their friends, enemies, or strangers they are always looking to get ahead. Their own personality is atrophied to the point of becoming vestigial. Every move they make, piece of clothing they wear, or thing they say is designed to present the image they think best suits their needs. They are hollow individuals, who define themselves by their social capital rather than personal conduct or achievements. Social media provides the most thoroughly fertile environment for whores that has ever existed, because it helps a whore do what a whore does best: sell themselves. They can establish a public brand to market to the greater demographics they’ve targeted, while simultaneously using private messaging to portray a “more intimate” persona that is in actuality just a brand with a market of one. Compartmentalization is built into the system, so the divergence of these micro-brands can be as immense as required to keep the johns hooked. Logging provides a convenient method to ensure that the narratives a whore spin can remain self-consistent. The truth is this: full blown whores on social media are trolls so dedicated that it’s impossible to separate the brand from the person, because there is no person. They view other users the same way gamers view NPCs. To these black holes with human skin social media becomes just another video game. But thanks to the rise of online commerce and cults, now typing the right thing in the right box will release delicious candy rather than just raise your score. Which brings me to the precipitate of this essay, the first-class, full blown, grade A internet whore Zoe Quinn. She built a gigantic house of cards by saying the right things to the right people. Publicly feminist, part of the new class of moral crusaders, and a staunch advocate and ally of other full blown whores like Sarkeesian. Privately, she used her sexuality to advance her career by banging her boss and critics reviewing her game. All the while leading on poor Eron Gjoni, who was probably only datable because he could teach her things that would make her a better developer. With this utter hypocrisy brought to light, pay careful attention to the responses. The Twitter feminist brigade will scream misogyny and recriminate the male gender while ignoring that it’s hypocritical, shitty behavior that’s gotten poor Zoe in trouble. There will be a chorus from now until the end of time about how she’s being “slut-shamed”, and that her personal life shouldn’t be an issue. Of course the same people will grin and say “I knew it!” when an anti-homosexual politician gets caught with a cock in his mouth. It’s the same thing, and it’s stems from what all whores do: tell people what they want to hear. They’re trolling for profit, the truth means nothing to these kinds. I am a very capable internet troll, but I consider it unethical to use these skills to bilk people out of money or get people to have sex with me. It would be easy to just tell people what they want to hear, when griefing is just the complementary game. I’ve always considered trolling only ethical within the realm of ideas, and the thought of hoodwinking a community into paying me or licking clit to keep my job safe is utterly reprehensible. If social media and online dating had been around before I understood the nature of whoring, I could have been in Eron Gjoni’s shoes. I got off rather light, and I’m grateful for it. The truth is, I’m betting he’s spent a good time as a loser, and I say that as a fellow loser. He’s mentioned some advanced mathematical proclivities, and the only reason I also have these is time spent as a social outcast. Losers are the natural prey of whores. Presenting a narrative of love and acceptance is cheap, and to a person generally denied this from their preferred sex even a small amount is intoxicating. Beyond the ease of manipulating losers, it’s very often that in their social frustration they’ve developed marketable skills or an appealing physique. They’re low-cost, high-reward partners and their infatuation makes it that much easier to continue whoring around with others. There’s going to be a coordinated, vicious defamation campaign directed towards Mr. Gjoni. Female whores have discovered that publicly espousing feminism provides thick social cover for personal transgressions. Some male whores have realized that they too can enjoy some of this social protection if they publicly toe the line. They cannot abide an outsider taking down one of their own, otherwise what’s the point of the confederation? They will smear Eron for publishing private logs, all the while ignoring that Zoe chose to rape him rather than risk her web of lies. They will scream about how Zoe was oppressed, while simultaneously mobbing Eron in every way they can conceive. They are desperately afraid that their house of cards will tumble, and nothing brings out human viciousness quite like a fraud afraid of revelation. These whores will protect their own, and that’s why everyone should pay attention now, because the professional internet whores are about to show their hands.
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Social Media, the Whore’s Natural Habitat

To understand the editorial voice here, it is probably best to read the first installment.

First allow me to explicitly state what “whore” and “whoring” are meant to imply in this essay.

Whore, n: A person who either knowingly or unknowingly uses a personal relationship in a primirarlly transactional sense.

Whoring, v: Engaging in activities as a whore; using another individual

Now this is a gender neutral definition that clearly includes traditional prostitutes, but also includes the vast majority of politicians and plenty of businessmen. Whoring is more of a state of mind than any specific activity, and the nature of society is that everyone has to figuratively spread their legs every now and then to make their bread. Nothing in the world is free, and civilization grew from the advantages that specialization provided, given that people could lean on each other’s work. You laugh at your boss’s jokes without thinking about it, even though in another situation you’d just roll your eyes. We tend to feel fondly towards those who can get us what we want, it’s just a natural, critical lubricant to keep the juggernaut of society rolling. And thanks to the Ben Franklin effect, those who are ostensibly exploited often feel positively towards those using them.

Whoring is just the way of the world.

While at the bottom, when a person even associating with you can damage their social standing, the only relationships I ever achieved were with people who were whoring. Of course once puberty turned school into a social war zone, it became increasingly obvious that as an untouchable others saw me as more of potential shit shoveler than friend. As a response to what I lacked in social and economic capital, I made up in knowledge acquisition.

I was a nerd of the highest order, and in high school I gradually switched from games as my outlet to computers and software. The internet arrived to the middle of nowhere shithole I called home, and that cinched things: suddenly I had access to social circles outside my geographic prison, and I banked on it. I knew immediately that the future was the internet, and dove headfirst into the rising tide.

I was not a healthy person; in fact, I was downright evil. Having given up on a social life, I opted for power. I discovered that trolling was in my blood, and I honed my skills all for the love of the lulz. As soon as I hit 16 I dumped all extracurriculars in favor of a shit job so I could buy computer books and equipment. When I wasn’t doing homework or my job, I was exploring the tubes and learning to code. By the end of high school, it was well-known that I was the top computer expert, including the employees. I achieved power; the network administrator never even looked at me funny out of fear of reprisal. This coincided with the dot com bubble raging, and a lot of weight lifting on my part. I was no longer invisible to women, but it didn’t matter; I had no reason to trust any of these people after the years of exploitation and public disregard.

Then I went to college and mellowed out. I put my dark side on the shelf, and genuinely tried to be a good person. I was a legitimately nice guy, and in many respects it was wonderful. I had friends, women enjoyed talking to me and they trusted me, and I probably should have fucked a ton of them but I had too much latent self-loathing chained to my neck. I let my guard down, and I fell in love with a full blown whore.

I’m going to introduce another definition now:

full blown whore, n: A person who is incapable of seeing relationships as anything but transactional.

We were “friends”, which in retrospect was mostly her keeping me as a pet to boost her ego, and me just enjoying the company of a beautiful woman I loved. She had me pegged as head over heels, and although she wasn’t interested in me that didn’t stop her from talking shit on other women who were. I was a source of emotional comfort, physical safety, validation, and drugs; “her territory” as a friend of hers described it. I was still in loser mode, it never occurred to me that I was actually genuinely attractive at this point, so I was happy for “what I could get.”

But when my “friend” discovered that under my baggy clothes was an attractive physique, everything changed.

You see, I was in love with my friend, who was suddenly replaced with a skank. And as the confusion mounted, I came to the utterly horrible conclusion: I had never actually known this person. She was just acting the entire time, down to lying about the kinds of music she listened to. It was a scam, and all she did was switch scams once she decided I was desirable. So now, rather than just lead me on, she was slut-gaming me: acting ditzy, jealousy plays, pretending to be drunker than she was, just all that stupid shit. I stumbled out of love, and she intermittently tried and failed using various personas to fuck me for years after that.

The only real problem with full blown whores is that they will almost never admit to being such. If the johns know they are johns, all it does is hurt the whore’s take of the transaction. The hustle never ends: whether they’re talking to their friends, enemies, or strangers they are always looking to get ahead. Their own personality is atrophied to the point of becoming vestigial. Every move they make, piece of clothing they wear, or thing they say is designed to present the image they think best suits their needs. They are hollow individuals, who define themselves by their social capital rather than personal conduct or achievements.

Social media provides the most thoroughly fertile environment for whores that has ever existed, because it helps a whore do what a whore does best: sell themselves.

They can establish a public brand to market to the greater demographics they’ve targeted, while simultaneously using private messaging to portray a “more intimate” persona that is in actuality just a brand with a market of one. Compartmentalization is built into the system, so the divergence of these micro-brands can be as immense as required to keep the johns hooked. Logging provides a convenient method to ensure that the narratives a whore spin can remain self-consistent.

The truth is this: full blown whores on social media are trolls so dedicated that it’s impossible to separate the brand from the person, because there is no person. They view other users the same way gamers view NPCs. To these black holes with human skin social media becomes just another video game. But thanks to the rise of online commerce and cults, now typing the right thing in the right box will release delicious candy rather than just raise your score.

Which brings me to the precipitate of this essay, the first-class, full blown, grade A internet whore Zoe Quinn. She built a gigantic house of cards by saying the right things to the right people. Publicly feminist, part of the new class of moral crusaders, and a staunch advocate and ally of other full blown whores like Sarkeesian. Privately, she used her sexuality to advance her career by banging her boss and critics reviewing her game. All the while leading on poor Eron Gjoni, who was probably only datable because he could teach her things that would make her a better developer.

With this utter hypocrisy brought to light, pay careful attention to the responses. The Twitter feminist brigade will scream misogyny and recriminate the male gender while ignoring that it’s hypocritical, shitty behavior that’s gotten poor Zoe in trouble. There will be a chorus from now until the end of time about how she’s being “slut-shamed”, and that her personal life shouldn’t be an issue. Of course the same people will grin and say “I knew it!” when an anti-homosexual politician gets caught with a cock in his mouth. It’s the same thing, and it’s stems from what all whores do: tell people what they want to hear. They’re trolling for profit, the truth means nothing to these kinds.

I am a very capable internet troll, but I consider it unethical to use these skills to bilk people out of money or get people to have sex with me. It would be easy to just tell people what they want to hear, when griefing is just the complementary game. I’ve always considered trolling only ethical within the realm of ideas, and the thought of hoodwinking a community into paying me or licking clit to keep my job safe is utterly reprehensible.

If social media and online dating had been around before I understood the nature of whoring, I could have been in Eron Gjoni’s shoes. I got off rather light, and I’m grateful for it. The truth is, I’m betting he’s spent a good time as a loser, and I say that as a fellow loser. He’s mentioned some advanced mathematical proclivities, and the only reason I also have these is time spent as a social outcast. Losers are the natural prey of whores. Presenting a narrative of love and acceptance is cheap, and to a person generally denied this from their preferred sex even a small amount is intoxicating. Beyond the ease of manipulating losers, it’s very often that in their social frustration they’ve developed marketable skills or an appealing physique. They’re low-cost, high-reward partners and their infatuation makes it that much easier to continue whoring around with others.

There’s going to be a coordinated, vicious defamation campaign directed towards Mr. Gjoni. Female whores have discovered that publicly espousing feminism provides thick social cover for personal transgressions. Some male whores have realized that they too can enjoy some of this social protection if they publicly toe the line. They cannot abide an outsider taking down one of their own, otherwise what’s the point of the confederation? They will smear Eron for publishing private logs, all the while ignoring that Zoe chose to rape him rather than risk her web of lies. They will scream about how Zoe was oppressed, while simultaneously mobbing Eron in every way they can conceive. They are desperately afraid that their house of cards will tumble, and nothing brings out human viciousness quite like a fraud afraid of revelation.

These whores will protect their own, and that’s why everyone should pay attention now, because the professional internet whores are about to show their hands.

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