"Skank Ho" Finds Diabolical Way to Burn Blogger Who Called Her a Skank.
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?"Will Google Out 'Skanks' Blogger Who Burned Liksula Cohen?"
asked ChannelWeb after Cohen won the right to learn the identity
of the blogger who called her a skank and other choice epithets
on a now-vanished web site. They worried about the First
Amendment implications.
We don't know how the Bill of Rights will come out of this, but
Cohen has emerged with the beaming countenance of the proverbial
canary-eating cat. The Post tells us today that, using the
blogger's email address, which was all her legal exertions had
won her thus far, Cohen learned that the blogger was a "female
acquaintance." (And we'd been presuming it was a man! We're so
sexist. Time for another diversity seminar.) And though
yesterday Cohen said, "I really hope it's not somebody I know,"
she seems delighted with the revelation that it in fact is
somebody she knows. "[I] called everybody and my mother and said
'Thank God it's her,'" she told Diane Sawyer on Good Morning
America.
This at first seems strange, but when you read what happened
next it makes perfect sense:
The Post describes the call Cohen subsequently made to the
blogger, who at first nervously suggested letting the lawyers
handle it. "No more lawyers," Cohen claims she responded. "It's
okay. I said I forgive you. It doesn't matter anymore."
"She's an irrelevant person in my life," Cohen tells GMA. "She's
just somebody that, whenever I would go out to a restaurant, to
a party in New York City... she was just that girl that was
always there." Also: "I know why she did it. She doesn't have
anything else to do. It's sad," and, "I don't know what I would
have done if it had been somebody that I valued as a friend."
For someone of a certain turn of mind, what could be better than
to win a significant, legal victory over your enemy, then engage
her on her own turf and -- forgive her? And we don't mean the
namby-pamby kind of forgiveness, but the kind that allows you to
take a superior attitude to your vanquished foe, and to talk
about her shortcomings as if you were just trying to understand
her. Well played, former Vogue model; well played.
But you still be a Skank Ho, bitch!
Lefty
I don't think that's well played at all. It's just a version of that
stale "I pity you" gambit, which is always followed by statements
which show that you don't pity the person at all, but actually hate
him/her.
The fact that she felt the need to go to court to find out the
identity of a flamer proves she's massively insecure.
Scotius
Or massively tired of the antics of a dozy jealous bitch.