There’s a certain comedian (or “comedian”) on Twitter who offends people with his gallingly unfunny material which any reasonable person can see is undisguised misogyny from an unapologetically reptile brain. Some people have decided to stand up to this guy, to speak out, to voice their objections, to bash him, etc. Tsk tsk tsk, good people. This is what’s called taking the bait.
Being offended by his material (or “material”) is what he counts on. It allows him the delusion that he’s a firebrand, a lightning rod for controversy. Your indignation only proves to him that he’s interesting. He goes to bed at night more pleased with his number of haters than fans. See?
Morons like this guy feed off of attention. He’s long ago confused attention for love, like jackasses who ride REALLY loud motorcycles or blast god-awful music at stoplights with their windows down. They don’t want your admiration or love, they want you to turn your head in irritation.
When talented people want attention, they create something. They put on a show, they seduce you with their gifts and collect the rewards. When untalented people want attention, they stomp on your foot.
Egos like his want to make waves. Rather, they need to. Their lack of self-worth has assured them that they have nothing to say and that no one would like them if they said it. People like this are SMALL and they know it. In the place of friendships, respect or love (which they’re petrified of asking for because they think they’ll never get any), they settle for the junk food of attention. They can look at the reaction, the furor, the opinionating and feel like SOMEBODY even if that somebody is a huge cock. The thing that scares people like this is the idea of being a nobody, a worm, something that deserves to go unnoticed. The best way to punish this creep, to leave him to twist in a purgatory of his own making is to never, ever care that he exists. A fate worse than death. If this guy stopped getting negative attention for one hour, he would shit his pants in egotistic terror.
So stop following him, stop checking his tweets, stop crusading against him, stop looking forward to the breathless offense you take to his jokes (or “jokes”). You’re in his briar patch.