rise and fall: the story of "Moldylocks"

I'm definitely not in favor of punching women. That said, this sad, sordid story about a young woman's mutation into a feminist ogre makes it obvious that karma, that cruel cosmic principle, doesn't give a shit what I think. Read the story, be sure to click ALL the links, and feel your brain melt a little. I'm sincerely sorry that Moldylocks—as she's been humorously labeled by folks on the right—got fed a knuckle sandwich, but there is a certain cosmic inevitability about the consequences of her choices.

Ladies: don't attack a man unless you're a trained fighter like Gina Carano. Even better: don't put yourself in a position where you have to attack anybody. I'm not blaming the victim, here: the guy's an asshole for belting a visibly weaker woman. But look at the situation: everyone's blood is up, and if you—as a woman of slight build—rush and grab at a guy in the midst of a mêlée, don't be surprised if he responds in kind, or even disproportionately. That's karma.


UPDATE: more on the Moldylocks story here. Excerpt:

Does anyone see the irony in the social-justice warriors complaining that a guy hit a girl? A girl who wants equality with men showed up at a Trump rally wearing weighted gloves, tried to punch a guy in the throat, and got laid out with one punch. For as long as I can remember, the feminists have told us they're exactly the same [as], if not better than, men. So why are we supposed to be outraged that one of them got hit in the face by a man? Isn't that exactly what she wanted when she jumped into the fray and started swinging?