I’m not sure how to feel or what to think every time J. K. Rowling reminds everybody who can read English and has an internet connection but doesn’t know enough to stay the fuck away from Twitter that she’s a TERF and nobody can do anything about it because she has fuck you money.
I mean, why does she need to keep putting herself back in the public eye. Didn’t she make a metric shitload of money off of Harry Potter? She isn’t content to be rich? Her fifteen minutes of fame weren’t enough for her?
Obviously not.
The thing is, I’m not sure I can blame her. To be middle-aged is to face a kind of social death. You’re not as relevant as you used to be (if you were ever relevant in the first place) and as people forget about you it can be tempting to grasp at attention by any means available.
But a relevance jones is no excuse to be a fucking TERF.
Then again, what else is she going to do? Pose for Playboy as a “celebrity MILF”? Christ, I hope not. Then I actually would have to read that mag for the articles.