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Why Do People Talk To Fetish Models Like They're ******* Stupid?

Hello! It's November, and I'm about to talk about mansplainers again. So before I freak out all the wonderful people who interact with me, this is what mansplaining isn't (at least in my opinion). It's not sharing your insight into a subject that someone's expressed interest and/or a lack of knowledge in. I love hearing about things you know about, especially if I've indicated interest. It's not going into a monologue about your favourite subject in front of someone who knows you well. We are entitled to our passions, and people who love us tend to indulge this in my experience. It's not giving advice to a stranger who appears to be asking for help, especially if you have knowledge in the area they're asking about and you think you can help them. Here's an example of some actual mansplaining. I didn't make it up, because I didn't need to. I have more than enough examples from my online interactions in the last few months, so I chose a minor one as an illustration. In January, I Tweeted from Scotland, where I was touring. "Wow! These Scottish mountains are so beautiful!" I Tweeted. Or something to that effect. "There are mountains in Wales, too, you know" replied one of my followers. Well. I do know. I know this for the following reasons. 1. I live in Wales. Surrounded by mountains. 2. My husband is a Welsh landscape photographer. Our house is full of his pictures of Welsh mountains. 3. I am a mountain walker. Unsurprisingly, most of my experience is in the Welsh mountains. Because that's where I live. 4. I went to school. Although geography wasn't my favourite subject, it couldn't actually escape my notice that Wales has mountains in it when I looked at maps of the British Isles. So I wondered to myself; why did this follower feel the need to educate me on this matter? I wasn't asking for information on Wales. I wasn't making a statement about how sad it was that there were no mountains in my home country. I wasn't a recent immigrant from a far off land who might not have orientated herself yet. On its own, a comment like this is at worst a minor irritation, and even a bit funny. But I can't help but notice the fact that the more I interact with strangers online, the more I share my interests and business practices, the more I express opinions on subjects I have specialist knowledge in, the more I am the recipient of unsolicited advice from strangers, many of whom exhibit no particular insight. Each individual comment is unimportant, often kindly meant, and pretty inoffensive, but the accumulative effect has started to worry me. This year: I've been informed that a Pointer is a type of dog (I knew this). I was warned that being a woman driving in NYC might be hard (I've already done this. It wasn't hard). I was informed that I should be careful not to damage models when I tie them up (I am always careful). I was consoled that many women like myself struggle to express their sexual desires (expressing my sexual desires is literally my day job). I've had PornHub's business model explained to me (I have watched in misery over the past decade as my dearest friends' websites have been decimated by Pornhub's business model). I was told that I wasn't a feminist, when I described myself as one (I am one). I was then informed as to what a feminist is, by another man. Using, I might add, a definition that I (a feminist who studied feminism in college) had literally never heard of (because it doesn't exist). Having described my politically motivated choice to use my kinky email address for vanilla work in order to try to help de-stigmatize my community, I was warned by multiple people not to do it (as I'd already said, I've been doing it for years). Most of this advice has been kindly meant, a stranger's attempt to reach out and inform me on something I was ignorant about. But it was done in the absence of any sign from me that I was ignorant about these subjects. So, I'm a little weary. And rather than try to firefight each individual mansplainer (some of whom aren't men), I thought I'd have a go at looking into why this is the way so many people choose to interact with female strangers, explaining how this feels when it's your daily experience of interacting with people, and talking about what we can do to avoid doing this to others in future. Sorry, it's a bit angry. I wave my arms a rather alarming amount. And the continuity is all over the place because I cried three times making it. Which probably sounds absurdly oversensitive of me. But, what I experience as daily attacks on my intellect have worn me down somewhat. Enjoy! Probably the fact that you're even spending 18 minutes of your life listening to what a woman thinks means that you're not prone to mansplaining. If this is the case, just enjoy the car crash safe in the knowledge that you're not one of the people in this world who makes me cry and wave my arms around. xx