Almost two months ago, the granniepants project went viral. Though the mantra of the project will never be effected by the number of people who may have heard of granniepants, there is one aspect of the situation that has been hugely altered. That aspect, above all else, is my sense of safety. A question that has been posed to me time and time again in the past months is, "aren't you afraid of something bad happening to you because of this?" My answer has been, every time, an unwavering, "no". Every time, that answer has been a lie. The truth of the matter is, yes, I am afraid. I am afraid because I have been bombarded with very specific, graphic death threats from a man I drew. I am afraid because I know he lives within driving distance of me. I am afraid because my information has become incredibly public. I am afraid because I am a small woman and he is a big man. But more than anything, I am afraid because the police just don't seem to care. It has been over a month since these threats started and the police were notified. I have kept quiet in the hopes that the system put in place to protect us all would act competently and with care, but that has not been the case. Violence against women is too prevalent to take threats lightly and to not act swiftly against them. I am lucky that my threats have not been acted upon, but too many women are forced to silently deal with violence, abuse, and rape without any real support. Fear is the greatest weapon in silencing people, but it is important to remember that our voice is the greatest tool in enacting change. So yes, I am afraid, but I need my voice to be heard. This is the truth of the matter: In the days immediately following Buzzfeed's story, I am inundated with messages. Some of them are negative, but the vast majority of them prove to me how many amazing, kind people exist in the word. In today's world of the Internet, there are at least a dozen ways to contact any one person. People are communicating with me via email, Instagram, Facebook and, most of all, this website. With a simple click, anyone is able to leave a message in my website inbox. They are asked to give their name and an email address, so I will be able to reach them, but it is also possible to leave this section blank or give false information. It's April 28th and and I'm sitting in bed checking my website inbox, when I feel my heart fall to the floor. For a moment, I'm not sure what to make of the messages I've received. I'm a deer in headlights staring back at the oncoming tractor trailer. I take a few breathes to calm myself as I take in the messages on my screen. This is what they say: The two death threats have come exactly ten minutes apart and sit side by side in my inbox. They are from the same person, who has listen his first and last name as "John". The email address given is obviously as fake as the name he wrote. Next to every message I receive via this website, there is an IP address. I click the IP address and it takes me to a map that pin points the exact location of where this messages are coming from. Now I am terrified. This man knows my name, my story is all over the internet, he wants to hurt me, and based off his IP address he lives in the same city as I do. Based on the wording, I'm almost positive this is a man I've drawn for granniepants. This fact does nothing to calm my nerves. He has proven that he does not respect women, that he does not value them as human beings, and that he very much has a vendetta against me. I check my personal email account, but there is nothing. Then I check my Instagram. This comment has been left: I click on the username and it leads me to a relatively uninteresting account full of dog photos. The only interesting fact is that the message came from someone's real, personal account. This person was also unwise enough to enable the GPS locator on their photos. I click on it and the map leads me to the exact same cross streets as the IP address from the other messages did. This is the same person. The Instagram comment is left beneath a particular man's photo, let's call him Fred. Plenty of men don't like their naked drawings, but this makes me remember that Fred reacted by threatening me on Tinder before I blocked him. There were no death threats, but he did say bad things would happen. This must be the guy. I screen shot everything. I pick up my phone and call the DC police. A man answers and I try to explain to him as calmly as possible the situation, but she refuses to listen to me over the phone. Angrily, I hang up and call another police station. This time, a woman answers. Maybe it's sexist, but I was glad. She'll understand this is serious. When I finish explaining there is a pause, then she says, "honey, just delete the messages." "What?" I legitimately don't understand what she is suggesting. "The law's not really caught up with all this cyber bullying, so we can't really do anything. It's best to just delete the messages so they don't upset you," she explains. I am enraged. She's not trying to upset me, but in this moment I have never hated a person more. "Are you a complete idiot? Deleting the messages does not delete the intent behind the messages," I've completely lost it and can't help but start to cry. She's obviously flustered by my reaction, but sticks to her guns regardless. "Usually these threats are empty, hon," she says in an attempt to cool me down. "Yea, well I'm glad you're satisfied gambling my life on 'usually', but I'm not," I shriek as I slam down the phone. It's a few hours later and my Dad has pulled every connection in the book to finally get a detective's attention. He helped a friend with a situation once and has agreed to speak to me. I'm lucky he has even agreed to that, because it is becoming increasingly apparent to me that is not always the case in these matters. In the hours since this morning, I've also received a new threat. It is attached to the same IP, but this time it is in the public comments section of my blog. This is the message: I'm at Starbucks with my Dad waiting to get a call from the detective because I'm too afraid to wait at home. I give him my phone and show him the new message and I can tell he's rattled. "Anna, take the drawing down," he says. I've been thinking about it all morning and I haven't been able to bring myself to do it. The entire granniepants project revolves around the fact that women should not put up with bad behavior from men. We should be treated with respect and if we aren't, we shouldn't have to be pressured into putting up with it. I started the project as a way to stand up for myself and it goes against every piece of my being to succumb to threats. The project, to me, is a much smaller example of these threats, and if I take down the drawing I will be a hypocrite in every thing I stand for. "I don't negotiate with terrorists!" I shout and his eyes look like they might pop out of his head. "You need to protect yourself," he implores me, "don't be stupid." My phone begins to vibrate on the table so the issue is dropped. I answer and the detective is on the other end. Again, I explain my story. I explain granniepants, Tinder, Instagram, my website, the death threats, the IP addresses, the fake email account names, and who I believe the threats are coming from. I tell him that I've printed out screenshots of the threats, IP addresses, maps of where the threats are coming from, his Instagram account, his Tinder photo and name, and I ask if we can meet in person so I can hand the information over. The detective is hesitant to meet me and says I should go home and wait until he's wrapped his head around the matter. "Can I at least delete the public message on my blog now that I have a screen shot," I ask the detective because I don't want any one else online to see. He thinks for a moment and then says, "actually, you should respond to him on there and tell him you called the cops on him." "What? I don't want to make him more angry at me," I say and the detective decides he will leave a comment beneath my blog instead. The detective writes: You will only receive this warning only once. Any further contact or threats to Anna Gensler with result in your immediate arrest. I am a Detective with the ------------------ and also a Task Force Officer with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. If you would like to discuss this further feel free to contact me at -----------------. He seems pleased with himself, says that this should make the guy stop, and he agrees to call back in a little bit. My Dad, who has been lurking over me throughout the conversation, asks, "so are we going to see this detective now?" "No," I answer, "I don't think he wants to meet in person." My Dad, who for better or worse is much pushier than I am, huffily calls the detective back and refuses to hang up until he has agreed to meet us face to face so I can give him the information. For some reason I will never understand, my Dad and the detective have decided on meeting in a grocery store parking lot roughly half way between us. It's pouring rain and I feel grateful, as we wait for the detective, that the men at least decided on a parking lot that is sheltered by a roof. A shiny black car creeps towards us and a man rolls down the window. "Anna?" he shouts through the loud rain. "Yes," I answer. "Hop in," he says as he waves us into his car. I slide in the front seat and for a moment take pleasure in the fact that my Dad is sitting in the back of a cop car. It feels like a scene right out of a movie where the people meet under cover to exchange top secret information. I hand the detective my bright red folder full of information and an overwhelming sense of relief washes over me. I basically did his job for him, now all he has to do is go get this creep. I know everything will be okay now. Since I've already explained everything over the phone to the detective, he doesn't have many remaining questions. He explains that they will need to subpoena the internet providers to find out for sure who this person is, then the police will be able to go to his house and talk to him. "You'll have to decide from there if you want to press charges," he say as he looks over at me. I nod that I understand. "If you did decide to, it would be a pretty draining process. You'd have to go to court and they'd ask you a lot of questions," he continues. Again I nod that I understand. "You probably won't want to go through all that, but again, it's your call" he says. His obvious attempts at swaying my opinion are irritating me, but I keep my mouth shut because this is the only person in the world right now who has agreed to help me. "So what are you going to do about this project of yours," he asks and changes the subject away from court. "What do you mean," I answer. "Well obviously this is just going to keep happening to you if you keep this up," he says. "I hope most people don't think it's acceptable to issue death threats," I say and I hope my Dad will pipe up in my defense. "You're an adult, so what you do is your decision," he says. I think he's coming around to agreeing with me, but then he continues his thought, " just so you know, we can't just keep coming in to protect you if you keep trolling these guys and they keep threatening you. That's not what the police are set up to do." I can't believe my ears. The police department isn't set up to protect people? You can't protect me against a person who has clearly broken the law? If a person needs your help more than once, you can't provide it? You believe that I am the problem in this situation, the "troll", when this man started by sending me rude messages online, I drew a doodle of him naked, and now he is threatening my life? I want to shout all these things to the officer, but finally my Dad peaks his head out from the back seat. "She understands, officer," my dad says. "Thank you so much for your help", my brown noser Dad says as he steps out of the car. I follow his lead before my small amount of self control completely escapes me. Once back in our own car, I agree to take down this guy's granniepants drawing as long as my Dad understands that I'm not going to stop the project. "Happy?" I ask. I'm anything but happy. Secretly I am relieved that the image is off my site, yet I know it still exists all over the internet and nothing can be done by me to stop that. The next morning I have two new comments waiting for me under my blog. They are from the guy, with the same IP, and they are in response to what the detective wrote the day before. One is directed at me and one is directed at the detective. This is what he wrote: I immediately pick up my phone and call the detective. I read him the messages and again, ask if I can delete them from my blog now that I've screen shot-ed them and the IP addresses. The detective tells me to leave them up so he can get back to his office and print them out himself. I leave the messages up on my blog for the next two weeks, just in case. Over the next few days, I receive a handful more threats. They are the same IP address, the same guy, and obviously the detective's message did not deter him. These are two additional messages: I've been told that getting a subpoena should only take a few days, but I'm far too afraid to stay in my house until then. I ask some of my friends if I can stay with them until this is resolved and they say of course. It's no coincidence that these friends also happen to be big, strong men. I realize that people feel free to issue baseless threats online. I realize that the majority of these threats are never carried out, but I am taking this seriously and I want to feel protected. I feel comforted to know that I've surrounded myself with people willing and able to protect me, yet at the same time it upsets me. I am a strong women and shouldn't have to hide under the wing of any man in order to feel safe. But that is indeed the situation I find myself in. My friends have quickly made their distrust of the police known and they think I should head to a more public forum to seek help. "If you put this shit on Reddit, they'd get this guy in a minute," one says. The other nods in agreement. "Yea, You know that Anonymous group? They'd ruin his life by lunch time." I can't lie, the idea sounds appealing, but I trust the police and now that I've given them the information I know they'll sort everything out. Two weeks pass by and I've heard almost nothing from the detective. For some reason, the subpoena has taken a very long time to issue. The detective assured me the issue was being taken seriously, yet I find that hard to believe when two weeks of stagnation drag by before any real news develops. Finally after two weeks, the detective informs me that the subpoena has been issued and sent to Google. I am relieved, but also confused. Why was the subpoena sent to Google, when the IP address came from Verizon? I ask the detective and he seems baffled by the question. "Well, this guys email was a Google email," he answers me. "What email?" I ask. "The one on your website," the defiant detective says. At this point I am about to cry, because I realize what he has done. Instead of tracing the IP address, which is something I did on my personal computer in thirty seconds back in April, this detective has attempted to trace the fake email account the guy left as his contact on my website. I specifically explained back in April the email address was fake, that the name was fake, and that they should go after the IP address. If, for whatever reason, he really wanted to trace an email address, the detective should have subpoenaed this guy's Instagram account, which I gave him. You need a real email address to open an Instagram account, you do not need a real email address to write a comment on this website. What makes me even more baffled: the detective knew all this. He himself left a comment on the website two weeks ago. He knew it wasn't through his email. "The weird thing is, Google says that email address doesn't exist," the detective continues. My faith in the police has officially left the building. Two weeks have past and we are exactly where we started. It's clear that I'm furious as I explain to him what has happened. I can't claim to read anyone's mind. I do not know why the detective did not listen to me. Perhaps he just wasn't listening when I explained it to him two weeks ago. Perhaps he never read the papers I gave him. Perhaps he doesn't actually understand how the internet works and how people communicate through it. Or perhaps he just doesn't want to take orders from a young woman. It's possible that I'm projecting my problems with other men in my life on this detective, but I'm convinced that last reason is true so once I hang up my call, I immediately ask my Dad to call and speak to the detective too. Coincidentally or not, it is only on the phone with my Dad that the detective finally agrees to subpoena the IP address. Again, another two weeks roll by with little information and it is now May 29th. Exactly one month has past since these threats began and the police have yet to do anything concrete. I have gradually become less afraid that this man is going to act on these death threats, but I am still staying away from my house. If anything, it makes me afraid that I am less afraid now. I am upset at my brain for letting its guard down, when this person is still out there and nothing has been done. It is possible this person is just waiting for the right moment to strike, or it is possible he is nothing more than an internet bully. Either way, it is outrageous that the police have not swiftly acted and treated this seriously. Again, I realize that I am lucky to have even gotten a police officer's slight attention into the matter. By "lucky" I mean it is rare. One should not consider herself "lucky" that the system put in place to protect her listened to her complaint, then ignored it. Threats are issues all the time against women and law enforcement does little or nothing about it and that needs to change. I'm eating lunch when my phone vibrates with this text message from the detective: He's obviously referencing the threat towards the himself that the guy put up on my blog. That part of the text I understand. What I don't understand is how in the world the detective is claiming I took it down before he had a chance to copy it. Again, back in April I asked when I could delete it. He said to wait until he got back to his office and had a chance to save it. Again, I ended up leaving the messages up for an extra two weeks just in case. The detective really couldn't manage to print one piece of evidence out in two weeks? The thing about this that makes me so upset is that if I hadn't saved a screen shot of this myself, there would be absolutely no evidence that it happened.
I decide to call the detective to see what's going on and surprisingly, he answers. He says that they finally traced the IP address to the suspect, who was in fact the person I thought he was. I feel slightly vindicated, but mostly sad that this conclusion took a month to come to. The detective says the police will be going to this guys house later today and he would like the message with the threat aimed at himself to show this guy face to face. "I'm glad you're only concerned about the threat targeting you, detective," I'd like to say, but I don't. At least they're finally going and I can finally decide to press charges. The next day, the detective texts me again. They never got around to going yesterday. He promises that they will go to this guys house tomorrow or the next day and that he will, of course, let me know when they do. That was eleven days ago and I haven't heard back. There is no happy ending to this story, other than that I am very lucky nothing has happened to me. But plenty of other people aren't so lucky and that is why I want to speak up. This issue of violence against women has been at the forefront of the news lately, but it took the tragedy in California with Elliot Rodger for that to happen. This issue should be important enough to not only address after the fact. After the fact does not save the lives lost in California. The police were warned in that instance and they didn't do a thing. They went to the man's house, he seemed nice enough, and they left him alone. He openly admitted that had the police investigated further, his plan would have been ruined. Those innocent people would not have been killed. Yes, I am thankfully alive and unscathed, but for that I thank God, or fate, or pure luck. I do not thank the Police department, because if this man had decided to act out on these threats like Elliot Roger had, I would be dead and the police didn't do a think to prevent that.
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Jason
6/9/2014 11:21:01 pm
That is terrible and horrifying. The lack of interest and competence by the police is ridiculous. I'm glad you have friends around who care about you and are willing to be there for you. Personally, I hope that you can continue the project safely.
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I am so sorry you are going through this. I don't know you, we will never meet and I can do nothing to actually assist you but please know that you are in my thoughts and I wish only the best for you. Your safety is paramount, do whatever you need to do to protect yourself and keep making noise so that the police can no longer ignore you. All my best to you Anna, take care.
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Lee
6/10/2014 12:17:11 am
Hi. I got to this post after spending the morning laughing my ass off looking at the granniepants project and totally sympathizing as a woman who experiences the crap of online dating. When I got to this I sympathized on a whole other level, as someone who was also a victim of online stalking, harassment and violent threats to me and my family at our homes - with the police providing a stunning display of ineptitude at dealing with the harassment originating online. This was in another country and maybe the police there are even more backwards, but they literally said to me they wouldn't subpeona the phone company for caller id of the guy because 'we can't ask for subpeonas for every guy that harasses some girl on the phone, you know how many of those we get every day? we'd be backlogged for ever' (I think while I was being told that I was holding a printout of the message he sent me with my parents' address and a threat to them).
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Lisa
6/10/2014 02:09:31 am
Anna,
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KC
6/10/2014 11:46:52 am
Hey, Anna!
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Kaitlin
6/10/2014 12:20:47 pm
Anna, please keep us updated. I live in Maryland and I am pretty much horrified that no one will help you.
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God, Anna, I am so sorry. I understand how it feels to be threatened the way that you have. I've had my life threatened several times just for doing things that men thought women shouldn't do. I've noticed in situations like these, offenders don't usually go that far into detail if they don't mean it to an extent, so you have every right PLUS SOME to feel the way you feel and react the way that you are. It makes me completely ill that law enforcement just don't care. I really hope that things start moving in a more positive direction with this situation. I also hope that you never allow someone to make you feel so threatened that you feel the need to stop doing the GrannyPants project. I have seen what it has done. It has changed so many people's perspectives on online dating and what we, as women, deal with every single day. What you're doing is a positive, please always keep that in mind.
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Nikki
6/10/2014 12:49:45 pm
Get get a gun, always carry pepper spray, keep a baseball bat near your bed or by your door. It is up to you to protect yourself because the world is a crazy and unfair place. I was with a "man" for 2 years (and even had a child with him) before I found out what he was really like. A burned down house, a slit throat, a broken nose, cracked rips, several forced "encounters," and a list of horrific events I won't burden you with later, I learned that the police aren't always a lot of help. I'm so sorry you're going through this. I hope his threats are as empty as his head obviously is. #yesallwomen Good luck, my prayers are with you.
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Melody
6/10/2014 01:23:52 pm
As a victim of domestic violence from a previous partner, I was absolutely disgusted after reading your experience with this nut ball posting threats to you. FUCK THAT SHIT. No one deserves to live in fear. His ass should be thrown in jail. I am going to share your story and I agree, this should be blast all over Reddit. Whatever happens...happens...stay brave and stay safe. Shit like this is one of the main reasons I'd never give up my right to own a firearm. All women should be able to protect themselves from harm, especially when it is clear that the police are not going to do it.
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Carlos
6/10/2014 02:17:27 pm
Hi! You're doing an amazing job. I would never completely relate to your experience (being a man and all) but I see women in my family struggling with the same thing. I know it might not be much, but I really admire what you're doing and hope that you will come out of this a better and stronger human being. There is nothing sadder than when good people surrender.
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Mimi
6/10/2014 02:29:56 pm
I think what you're doing is amazing and these shit bag trolls need a taste of their own medicine. As far as the threats go, you should apply for a concealed carry. Woman to woman, you should learn how to handle a gun. You can even chronicle it so all these trolls on the internet will know you're always packing. Just a thought :)
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Claire
6/10/2014 02:46:02 pm
There's so much I want to say but it's all been said. I just wish I could do something to make you feel safe. It breaks my heart. It sounds dramatic but I mean it- if want to get out of town, come stay with me. Anytime. Also you have my number. Call me anytime.
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Kelly
6/10/2014 03:27:08 pm
I don't have anything to add that hasn't already been said. I just want you to know that, as a fellow young woman and online dater, I admire you for standing your ground, staying true to your values, and continuing to share your powerful message. Sending all of my support to you from Canada.
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Melissa
6/10/2014 05:18:55 pm
In Maryland, you can request a peace order from the court without action from the police. If you kniw this guy's nane and address, you should do that. The forms are available on the mdcourts.gov website. You would file in the District Court in any county.
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Alex
6/10/2014 09:33:04 pm
Keep doing what you're doing! These sick fucks think they run the world with a "mightier than thou" perspective. I gave up on online dating because a majority of men had this same stupid notion! Protect yourself now and think in the future about how you'll look back at this and laugh. It takes time (had the same issue at work and it took 2 YEARS to resolve), but the end product is worth it. Stay strong, keep up the amazing work, and if your admirer is watching... KARMA'S A BITCH.
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Dale in Denver
6/10/2014 10:49:05 pm
I applaud what you have done. And much as I hope you will continue with your powerful and empowering work, I would totally understand if the heat got too hot and you needed to step back. Your safety and mental health should be paramount. I am hopeful that the more public this becomes,, the safer you will be the safer you will be. If there is anything we can do beyond spreading the word, say the word. @chick_mama
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brandi
6/11/2014 12:22:10 am
Anna,
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Nik
6/11/2014 12:24:20 am
I'm so sorry this is continuing! You are a brave woman to now take on the police and their incompetence. Women need to realize that this is the level of "protection" they can expect. Fucking horrifying.
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Oscar
6/11/2014 12:29:19 am
Anna,
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Tyler Mazzucco
6/11/2014 05:03:06 am
This is truly frustrating for me to read.
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Lex
6/11/2014 07:23:04 am
Anna,
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Cristy
6/11/2014 08:15:41 am
I think that you should send the link to this blog post to all of your local news channels, Anna.
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S.v.
6/11/2014 10:03:20 am
First, your writing took a lot of courage to post. I can tell you had to overcome a lot of fear to be vulnerable like this to the whole wide internet, and I know what that's like. Thank you.
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Emmy
6/11/2014 01:17:41 pm
Hi Anna,
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Eli
6/11/2014 02:02:03 pm
What you're dealing with is awful, and I'm sorry you've received so little support from law enforcement. I sincerely hope you stay safe and sound!
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Caytlin
6/11/2014 10:53:33 pm
Hi Anna!
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Eve
6/12/2014 12:10:24 am
I love your project Anna and I'm so sorry to hear these threats are coming to you. I just want to be another voice supporting you.
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Nick
6/12/2014 05:25:35 am
You know, I don't get it.
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Julie in Colorado
6/12/2014 08:12:16 am
I have nothing new to add that hasn't already been said and probably more elegantly than I can. I just wanted to let you know that there is at least one more voice of support out here for you. Do everything you can to protect yourself and don't let this knuckle-dragging Neanderthal get away with this. Don't let the detective forget about it. Document everything! And above all, stay safe.
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Athena
6/12/2014 09:24:04 am
Anna, thank you for sharing....there are so many things that are disturbing about your experience; from the reason you do your work to the threats themselves. But no one has mentioned that on at least two occasions, your dad needed to call after you for the detective to act. Does he investigate burglaries only if someone's dad calls? My guess is no. I call bullshit.
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Rachel
6/16/2014 11:44:58 am
Shocking, but it sounds like this 1 detective is working on this alone without the support of his precinct with no experience of tracking down internet identity.
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Sai
6/19/2014 07:03:39 am
Don't give up and don't back down. You're doing a public service, and this chump is nobody. If the cops don't want to help you after you gave them all that information, post it all over town and the Internet instead. Some sympathetic soul will probably hack him and it'll be well deserved.
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John
6/22/2014 04:44:30 pm
You go to the police for help, yet multiple times you allude that they are incompetent/worthless. You can't expect them to be focused on you 24/7, especially when there are more important things that deserve their time. In addition, you want the threats to stop, yet it seems like you take no action yourself to correct the root of the threats. While making threats like what this guy is doing is not cool, you should at least try to help yourself by deleting whatever post caused them, a two second fix. The police can't help you if you don't try to help yourself.
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Lee
6/22/2014 09:54:17 pm
Hey, please get this straight -
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Starstar
6/24/2014 11:21:15 am
I don't know how US legislation and law enforcement works, but in other countries there are ways to issue a complaint about such police officers with an official office that is above them.
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DeJesus
6/24/2014 03:04:45 pm
Hey I'm a dude and this site is awesome. There are too many guys out there forgetting they are men and what a man really is, and this site shows them for what they really are. If you aren't getting threatened hen you aren't doing your job haha! Good work, I'll be praying for you.
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Dale in Denver
6/25/2014 02:13:46 am
I just ran across this article. How fitting. Unfortunately.
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Dale in Denver
6/25/2014 02:14:21 am
I just ran across this article. How fitting. Unfortunately.
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John
6/25/2014 05:55:54 am
I came across the granniepants project and looked up your site to suggest that you turn this into an app so every woman could have access to this valuable tool. But now I am seeing that wouldn't be such a good idea, there are just too many nuts out there. Please don't expect the police to protect you, they won't. Do you whatever you need to do to be safe, ie either back down or get a gun and learn how to use it. I would advise backing down, but it's your choice.
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Joanna
6/25/2014 12:15:11 pm
You're a strong, brave woman! It takes people like you, who stand by their beliefs, to affect change in the world.
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Leah
6/27/2014 12:10:02 am
Hey Anna,
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Ellie
7/7/2014 01:19:15 pm
Relocate to California, Silicon Valley in particular. First, you'll have a wealth of idiots cyber-embarressing themselves.
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Cherish
7/20/2014 10:19:19 pm
It's been over a month. Any updates on your situation? I'm worried for you.
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I only found out about the whole granniepants thing today and it has been beautiful. I've spent the whole of my Sunday trawling through every single Instagram picture and laughing to the point of hernia. Dickhead men being dickheads. Uh huh.
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John Mahmood
10/4/2014 09:10:33 pm
You are a big bully. What you did was such a horrible way of getting back at those guys that i cannot condone it. What i think you deserve is however a taste of your own medicine. That lonely montgomery cop sure is gonna have his hands full with you and all the people you piss off outside his jurisdiction. I hope people draw you and that artists actually get fame for their merit ntheir skills in humiliating ordinery people. I wish you all the worst really.
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Adi
10/7/2014 07:27:01 pm
Learn2English, k?
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Helder Gomes
6/17/2016 10:50:54 am
Well, there's the guy right there! You fuckin' goof.
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K. from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
10/21/2014 09:41:43 am
I feel for you. This is rough and pathetic on the losers part. Emma Watson has a womens right organization dedicated to female harrassment that is backed by the UN. Get in contact with them, they can probably do a lot more than what this "detective" is doing.
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We can't accept this!!!
12/2/2014 05:49:52 pm
Jesus Christ... Here am I, came here to have a good laugh about those perverts and I ended just sad. How come no one will do anything about it? A death threat in my country is a CRIME! If someone writes me stupid stuff like that, I WILL PUT THEM IN JAIL. This is abhorrent. Outrageous. Disgusting. You should start an online movement so that the American Police will start to handle situations like yours. Goodspeed...
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I want to play the Devil's advocate for a moment. Isn't Anna harassing these men as well? I mean, yes, put them on blast for their horrible on line behavior, yes, absolutely. But to draw them like that, isn't that just as bad as what they're doing?
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Helder Gomes
6/17/2016 10:53:22 am
Uh, no, it's not as bad. It's payback for slimy behaviour. For too long women have had to just deal with it, suck it up, take a joke, all that bullshit rhetoric. Now that they're fighting back and standing up for themselves, now you have something to say? No, fuck you, man.
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Lien
7/29/2015 11:23:38 pm
Anna, how are you?? Are you ok?
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KCCK?
4/8/2016 12:29:15 pm
Interesting that "Anna" chooses to call the "man" by a different name, while she makes it clear that the "man" used a fake name. Also interesting that the police would do nothing about it. Perhaps pressing charges would be the smartest thing to do...especially since it seems very clear she knows exactly where "he" lives. Just sayin'. It's a terrible thing to have one's life threatened, and I doubt the police would wink at it so easily. Just PRESS CHARGES!
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jane
2/28/2018 04:14:25 am
umm okay so you made your point. you humiliated and shamed him. this is why he is so enraged. men kill from feeling humiliated and shamed by women. 'generally'. so although i dont wish you harm. you made your point. take that guys picture down and get on with it. you still have made your point with other men on your site. who havent retaliated. and why make this guy the poster boy for you to make your point?. like you say 'oh but if i take the picture down then they just get always with it!'... nuh-uh lady. you missed your own point. he's not responsible for all the men on the planet to act like asseholes. now your fighting a blind fight. running from your life. is it worth it?? nope! take his picture down. send him proof screenshot and call it a truce. and get on with your life. you took a swipe at him and now your upset cos he got angry back. your entitled to your choices but this one is causing you grief -so either quit it/shut up or own it.!
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10/19/2022 09:56:39 am
Nation time sound yard for American. Water either push trouble sit out kind someone. Must sometimes manager defense education always.
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