The Pictures For Sad Children creator made a long rambling post about why she never sent out most of the rewards from her 2012 Kickstarter and why the people who gave her money aren’t getting refunds
The backers who gave me the most money received the least “reward” from me. After shipping costs, I “lost money” on most of the books I sold at the $25 level so, backers at the higher levels, you could perceive of yourselves as having “paid for” the books that the “lower” backers currently have, and you could try to get those books that you “paid for” somehow.
You could try to obtain refunds through kickstarter or paypal, through your bank or credit card company. You could try to harass me or inconvenience me or tell other people negative things about me or this kickstarter in the hope that this will affect me negatively. Be aware that each attempt to contact me about this book will individually result in the burning of a book until the books are gone.
I am making the loudest sound I know how to make. I know that some people will be personally offended that I am doing this, but I am doing this in large part because our culture has developed in such a way that some of the intelligent, empathetic people who follow me will believe they feel more psychological pain because of books being burnt, their money and my attitude about them than because of the destruction of the natural world, the continuation of classist, racist, abusive patterns of behavior and representation, etc.
During Sunday School, my phone buzzed because someone e-mailed me asking for a refund. Later I realized I had another unfeeling patriarchal religion to reject from my life.
Over the years, I’ve been friends with the occasional wealthy person. People who own restaurants and theaters and businesses and homes, have offered to lend me money when things have gone badly for me. I could not believe it, every time, that these people who should be the ones who understand that money is a joke, these people who can forget about thousands of dollars they have just sitting around, their big empty houses, their equipment and tools and instruments and toys sitting around unused until they can no longer be used by anyone. They still think it’s real, it’s still their money, and it’s still my job to give them back their definitely real money. I managed not to borrow money from anyone until I needed oral surgery last year.
tl;dr: I’ve realized that money, like, doesnt matter, man, after I took a bunch from people and ripped them off. The people mad they got ripped off are actually the dicks, because, like, Society brainwashed them into thinking money matters or whatever
I can’t say I feel too bad for people who paid money for a book of stick figures saying trite cutesy twee bullshit about depression though. Anyone who’s read her webcomic for 5 minutes should be able to figure out she has her head ten feet up her own perpetually-adolescent ass and you shouldn’t throw 50 grand at her with no oversight
edit: I think they might be transgender now? Not sure but i changed the pronouns just in case