Twitter Mob Lynches Post-Menopausal Crone J.K. Rowling for Denying Men in Dresses are Real Women

Sure, Rowling – let me help you out with that one.

We used to call them cunts.

Variety:

Many people are calling out “Harry Potter” author J.K. Rowling for a series of anti-trans tweets on Saturday afternoon.

Rowling’s latest controversy began when she commented on an article from Devex, a media platform for the global development community, titled “Opinion: Creating a more equal post-COVID-19 world for people who menstruate.”

“‘People who menstruate.’ I’m sure there used to be a word for those people. Someone help me out. Wumben? Wimpund? Woomud?” Rowling tweeted.

People on Twitter immediately called Rowling’s comments “anti-trans” and “transphobic” as transgender people, non-binary people and gender-nonconforming people can also menstruate. Rowling followed that tweet up by criticizing the idea that someone’s biological sense isn’t real.

“If sex isn’t real, there’s no same-sex attraction. If sex isn’t real, the lived reality of women globally is erased. I know and love trans people, but erasing the concept of sex removes the ability of many to meaningfully discuss their lives. It isn’t hate to speak the truth,” she wrote. “The idea that women like me, who’ve been empathetic to trans people for decades, feeling kinship because they’re vulnerable in the same way as women — ie, to male violence – ‘hate’ trans people because they think sex is real and has lived consequences — is a nonsense.”

Yes, Rowling, we all know that it doesn’t make sense. That was sort of the point. Why even write the thing, if you’re just going to turn on your heels and do damage control?

You could have just written nothing, Rowling. Same thing goes for your terrible books, by the way.

Wow – it’s like you wrote one thing that was sort of alright, not really original, but passable, I guess – and then you had the great idea to milk it to death.

Except, this time, on Twitter.

You know what was hateful, Rowling?

Convincing boomer mothers to give their sons your terrible book about a snarky know-it-all ingrate heroine perpetually cock-teasing a mid-witted simp who existed for the sole purpose of acting out her ideas.

Imagine how many male feminist mommy-fetishists could have been prevented if kids had just been told to read The Count of Monte Cristo, or literally any written work containing moral depth, relevance to its time, or a shade of poetic style.

The only moral depth to your work was an unconscious exploration of the cuck, the theme was actually reactionary and irrelevant, and it read like a Bloomberg article.

Now, you come to ask for our help, because Neville has sliced off his balls and is telling Hermoine that she doesn’t exist?

Well, what did you think was going to happen?