Contrary to popular belief, I do have morals, and Freelice offends them. I acknowledge that my sense of morality is not the herd’s, but on this issue I believe that any reasonable person will agree with my position.
First, they abuse anonymity. I push the envelope under my true identity, but I do not act without regard to the consequences of my actions. I do take risks that sometimes have unpleasant results, but nothing that I am unwilling to accept and roll with if necessary. Meanwhile, Felice is comprised of numerous young women acting like vicious immature girls in high school, because they believe that their anonymity is absolute. I love whenever one of their group is “outed”—which you might have noticed is growing increasingly popular—because it is human nature to enjoy when arrogance receives its comeuppance. Their outraged reactions are pretty funny. As if the rest of the world is supposed to take their shit without resistance.
Next, every aspect of their mission is ridiculous. They devote an obsessive amount of time, in coordinated effort, to persecuting a harmless young woman for no other reason than jealousy; they exaggerate minor details into drama that is not worth the effort of clicking the “publish” button; they make unreasonable inferences in order to fabricate a Jurassic Park nightmare for nearly every mundane aspect of Felice’s life; and god forbid that anyone dispute their version of the so-called truth. They are zealots, like religious fundamentalists wasting everyone’s time by begging that we all accept as truth something that does not exist.
But perhaps most nauseating is Freelice’s pretext of “social justice” (shouts out to La Porte-Jarretelles). They deny that they are jealous of Felice, and claim to denounce her “thinspo” and expose her “scam” online stores. I can see how dismissing their arguments as jealousy seems to ignore their more well-reasoned points, like an ad hominem attack. But whenever one of their members is exposed, and you see who is the person publishing all these juvenile rants about a thin attractive young woman, life experience points to a very simple explanation. Jealous bitches, simple as that. Freelice’s individual arguments are not inherently irrational or clearly erroneous, but exposing their identities reveals that the real issue isn’t any of their arguments at all. Considering a source is not the same as making an ad hominem attack.
I do not wish to be perceived as defending Felice, so much as rejecting Freelice’s claims and profoundly disagreeing with their tactics. I was goth in my formative years, and am still fond of the sub-culture’s general outlook; although I don’t wear black velvet and makeup any longer, anyone who’s visited StickyHouse knows my dark decor and decadent tastes. And as far as goths go, Felice strikes me as one of those “Hot Topic goths” whom the Victorian period goths love to hate. But whatever criticism that Felice deserves, it’s just that: criticism. Talk about her all you want, but for Christ’s sake, don’t harass the poor thing! She hasn’t killed anyone (Mama Kannibal) or raped anyone (Hock) or apparently done anything worse than deliver plastic trinkets a few weeks late. By practically building online temples consecrated to hating Felice, Freelice makes her much more important than she really is.
Freelicers are fond of saying of Felice’s fans, “if they don’t they truth, then they must be forced to see the truth.” I am fond of my own proverb: “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”