Oh dear. Last night I realised I'm something even worse a troll: I'm a contrarian. Someone who takes a contrary position. Jon and I often lament our Interplodge participation as being essentially reactive: someone talks rubbish, we put out the debunking kit, with a sigh and a slightly demented grin. (In my case this stems partly from 90s backlash bullshit; my activism, such as it is, arose from countering anti-feminist lies on Usenet. In Jon's case it involves an awful lot of looking things up in DWM.) The nature of the net channels a lot of discourse into this, erm, channel: someone says something, someone else disagrees, and back and forth it goes, sometimes for years on end. This habitual contrariety allows others to set the agenda, so you're always battling on someone else's turf, but it does have two advantages: one, when you have already been branded a troll/racist/misogynist/whatever, you have nothing to lose and can therefore speak your mind freely; and two, you can catch fresh insights when they arise from the melee like new-hatched butterflies, while everyone else is busy violently agreeing with each other. And sometimes violently agreeing with you, which is always entertaining: sometimes when you cede a point to an opponent, they are so confused that they try to argue you out of it.

