Are you more influential than you think?
A little test.
(I'm about to make you feel really good)
This exercise may help you understand how powerful Gender Critical twitter accounts are, and why we keep being censored.
Have you ever checked your "engagement rate"? No?
It's a metric used to see how much people engage & interact with you.
In other words, how INFLUENTIAL you are.
A simple way to calculate it is to look at the analytics data on any tweet.
And then calculate this:
Total Engagements
÷
Total Impressions
x 100
This gives you the
'engagement rate'
It's the percentage that saw your tweet and then actively engaged with you, (likes, retweets, replies etc) instead of ignoring and scrolling on by with a 'meh'
What's an average, and what's a good engagement rate on twitter?
According to socialinsider.io the average engagement rate per tweet in 2020 was:
0.07%
(They divide engagements by Followers, instead of by Impressions, but it's a similar metric)
According to rivaliq.com, the average engagement rate per tweet for industries, is 0.045%
Those are averages. And they are a very small fraction of a single percent.
What's considered good?
Most would consider an engagement rate above 0.5% to be good for Twitter.
Anything over 1% is so far above average as to be considered a great Twitter engagement rate.
If one in a hundred people that see your tweet actually find it interesting enough to stop and interact in any way?
Score.
You're doing well, you are much more influential than average.
People are listening to you.
Want to know your own influence now?
Here's what you do:
Click this 👇button on any tweet you've made and do your maths.
Or, if you want to see your engagement rate for your whole page, eg forJune, log into Twitter analytics, click on the Tweets tab at the top of the page.
You can then see your Engagement Rate for your whole page (and play with date ranges) in the top box in the right-hand column.
Those who are tasked in their formal roles with defending the rights of women and girls, but 'dare not' wade into the 'debate' on whether sexed bodies are intended to MATCH 'sexed minds'?
Understand this.
You stood in the way.
You stood in the way of those of us desperately trying to prevent girls coming to harm.
We could have spared more children physical harm, without your choices preventing us.
Some children have now come to harm, that we might have prevented, had you not demonised us.
Whilst we were desperately telling girls their bodies are not wrong, don't need binding, don't need amputating, that they ARE PERFECT AS THEY ARE,
YOU were saying "Well, we're not sure."
YOU were saying "Those women, they're quite cruel, not like us"
When my ovaries failed early, and I needed to find out which hormones would best eliminate symptoms, reduce my cancer risk, mitigate dementia risk, preserve my bone density
I know *I* definitely needed the advice of men lingering in menopause forums on HOW TO ACCESSORISE
And when the menopause clinic cut my tummy yesterday to insert another oestradiol pellet, I COMPLETELY FORGOT to ask the female nurses to decorate my wound with a flower tattoo AND they never so much as SUGGESTED a different colour of stitch.
They need men in that clinic STAT
Because without men, how will we know whether we are inserting a micronised progesterone capsule with enough FLAIR in our vaginas?
And if taking it orally, does the resultant dizziness cause a swoon onto an ON-TREND FAINTING COUCH, or instead some piece of velvet crap from B&M?
Composing a complaint for another 'males can have instant access to females if they want it cause the law says so' policy.
And I'm furious that the legal architects left any ambiguity in the law.
If the law ALREADY RECOGNISED FEMALES PROPERLY all of these other laws would collapse.
A sex class. The female sex class. A biological group, a bodily anatomy, a reproductive class, a tangible, material reality.
That's what we are.
If the law properly recognised what female IS and what it ISN'T, there wouldn't be any nonsense clauses or laws about how NOT-FEMALE people can be 'recognised' as FEMALE.
Because you can't 'recognise' what is not recognisable.
The True Story of My Encounter With Thieves: The One Who Didn’t Get Away.
A thread.
When I was in my early twenties I took a year out to go and do some volunteer work in Africa.
I lived in a small house in a forest and I shared it with my housemate; a warm, friendly Yorkshire lass who worked as a volunteer midwife in the local hospital. Let’s call her ‘Anne’.
Anne had been provided with a bicycle to get her to work. It was a red ladies’ shopper, a rather distinctive colour and model of bike in a country where almost all other bikes appeared to be ancient black vintage bone-rattlers.
When I was a teenager, I went to church. And I fully adopted the 'love everyone, forgive everything, don't judge' ethos.
I started going to a happy, clappy church. And I discovered a member of the congregation, 'Bob' a middle aged gregarious man.
I recognised Bob from a few years back, I'd been in a panto aged 10, Bob had been a lead singer. He'd been friendly and fun to the children. I liked him.
Oddly, the older women in the congregation saw me reacquaint myself with friendly Bob.
Looks were exchanged.
They took me aside. In so many words, they warned me to be careful around him. Bob, it turned out was a convicted paedophile.