What's up, buttercup?

What’s up, buttercup?

In case you’ve yet to hear the great news, Megan Phelps-Roper and her sister Grace have left the Westboro Baptist Church. I am sad. Who’s going to tell me I’m a whore, if not for Megan? It’s not as though I can truly slut-shame myself without her help. I’m not just sad; I’m very sad.

While this is great news for Megan and Grace, and even greater news for humanity because it proves that maybe mind control isn’t forever, I’m still concerned about the rest of us. What do we, the ones — so many of us — whom Megan trolled online, specifically Twitter, supposed to do now? We are now alone; our condemnation has been taken away. It’s confusing for us.

It was after my abortion post that I first realized that the numb-nuts in Kansas even had access to Twitter. It didn’t make any sense that their god, you know, the one who hates everything, would even allow them to have such things in their lives. But there she was tweeting my article, calling me a whore, and when I questioned if I could expect a picket outside my apartment, she tweeted that I was just a “run of the mill pervert;” I wasn’t special enough to be picketed. I was sad; then I was angry. Then I wondered how I could be more of a pervert! Then I just blocked her so she couldn’t tweet at me anymore.

Megan was extremely vocal on Twitter. If you look at her tweets she was condemning everything under the sun from hipsters to Radiohead to Jim Gaffigan and even one my favorite musicians Trevor Powers from Youth Lagoon. The amount of tweets a day she was pumping out made it seem like that’s all she did. Seriously. She was a hateful tweet machine who would give the Energizer Bunny a run for his money.

After being MIA for a couple months (her last hate tweet was on October 30th), Megan tweeted a link just two days ago to a letter regarding her decision to leave the church. She’s speaking on behalf of both she and Grace, and it’s clearly heartfelt. You can’t help but get choked up at the strength it must have taken to run from such a traumatic place. I’m even sadder now. I’m sad that these two girls are out in the world alone trying to figure out how to move forward without a support system. I’m sad that they were raised in such an emotionally devastating situation that they’re basically starting their lives from scratch.

But also, I am happy.

I’m so happy these two people have the chance to make real lives for themselves with that hate lifted from their hearts. I hope they see that although, yes, there is a lot of shit in the world, there is far more beauty. I don’t believe in god, but I do hope they see that the god in whom they were raised to believe probably doesn’t hate everyone after all. If he did, wouldn’t the world have exploded by now or something? Apocalypse maybe? I don’t know. We’d have to ask old man Phelps, and you know where that will take you: Crazy Town.

I am no longer sad. I am stoked.


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