I have yeah, it's a fine line where to draw the line though. That can equally be used to silence people whose views are entirely sensible but inconvenient to whoever is writing the rules.
The question I'm struggling to grasp is why her? How come she's the lightning rod for these opinions when she's just spewing nonsensical bollocks and bile?
I'm not quite sure why anybody gives a fuck about what she tweets.
She wrote a handful of successful books (I can't comment on the content, I never read them), made a fucktonne of money, wrote a few other plays and books under a rando name... and yet she's being quoted and reported on every five seconds.
Taking a step back a bit - my entirely personal opinion is that 95% of the people ranting and raving about this new law are the people who are gobshites anyway. The other 5% are quite rightly asking the question whether the law is proportionate, whether the police service is the right way to enforce the laws, and whether this could have been delayed to launch with the misogyny bill.
edit while I'm on a soapbox: as for Musk and Rogan, who gives a fuck what they have to say? Musk has probably been in Scottish airspace more than he's been on Scottish soil, and Rogan is so far removed from Scotland politics that he might as well be on Pluto.
Another story from the workplace probably worthy of a "who, me?" segment on el reg:
An old admin grade at one of my last workplaces was... unique, in her approach to her workload. In the times that we haven't had an admin assistant in post, the workload gets shared out amongst the team so the job still gets done, but it's primarily menial and trivial stuff. It's not difficult, but the way the civil service works, sometimes a ten second job takes ten minutes. It wasn't that she was particularly awful - just a bit useless and had all the critical thinking skills of a common housebrick. Anything that needed a decision made became someone else's job.
Someone went in to to see her wanting another AA battery, to replace one in the clock to stop people from losing their minds having done a few hours in the office, but still only seeing half past nine on the clock. There's none left in the store cupboard, so she logs on to the ordering system, and realises that they come in nondescript "units", rather than the SKU style setup you see on most retailer sites. So, she goes for 10 - thinking ten packs would be enough for a while.
A week later, a lorry pulls up at the office, with a pallet for delivery. Nobody's expecting this, and we can't lift it off the lorry for it being too heavy, and we had to get a neighbouring unit's forklift driver to pop it off the lorry for us and leave it at our side door, probably for a pack of fags and a coffee. We opens it up, and hurrah, our batteries are here!
All ten thousand of them.
Turns out, a "unit" in this branch of the civil service is "per thousand", so we literally had nearly a tonne of batteries on a pallet outside. We tried phoning the distribution centre, and they're clearly not giving a fuck about something as low value as this, and certainly aren't sending a truck to get them - this was now an "us" problem.
One of the lads pulls out a stick of batteries, goes back into the office, comes back ashen faced...
"Boys, the clock needs AAA batteries"
We had a slowly dwindling mountain of AA batteries for about three months, literally people taking strips of batteries home at Christmas to put in toys, people bringing in old Game Boys or Game Gears just to try them out with a supply of new batteries, and a Sky Digital remote control with a now perpetually infinite lifespan.