The Pleasure of Clapping Back

On engaging with trolls and having nemeses

Roxane Gay
Gay Mag

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Illustration by Johnalynn Holland

InIn my essay, “Bad Feminist,” which I wrote much earlier in my career, I said I did not want to be put on a pedestal as a feminist or, really, as anything, because I understood, even then, that when you’re put on a pedestal, you’re frozen in place and time. You aren’t allowed to move, to grow, to fail. People see you as you were when they put you on the pedestal and are resistant to seeing you as who you become. I knew I would, in one way or another, disappoint anyone who once saw fit to elevate me, so I thought it would be good to bypass all that and just be myself, the best and worst of me, on solid ground. People put me on a pedestal anyway and, inevitably, I have disappointed a great many of those folks. I have disappointed myself.

NNemesis was the ancient Greek goddess of retribution. She punished evil deeds, undeserved good fortune, and hubris. Disgusted by his arrogance, Nemesis brought Narcissus to his unfortunate end, punishing him for his vanity by luring him to the water where he fell in love with his own reflection and died because he simply could not look away. The story of Nemesis is compelling because she was inescapable; her brand of justice was uncompromising. I, however, am not the goddess of retribution. I am just a writer and a woman. I am too sensitive. I have thin skin. I love…

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