“You come to expect the vitriol, the insults, the death threats,” Laurie Penny, a contributor to The Guardian, wrote in November. “After a while, the emails and tweets and comments containing graphic [rape] fantasies ... cease to be shocking, and become merely a daily or weekly annoyance, something to phone your girlfriends about, seeking safety in hollow laughter.”
The new blog provides the same hollow laughter: funny only because it’s so true, so relatable to female journalists who’ve become all too accustomed to regular sexist affronts. They’ve become numb to the “feeling of being hunted,” as New Statesman writer Helen Lewis-Hasteley called it in an interview with The Guardian.
