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April 2016



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sf sapphire and steel winning

The venom cock just won't stay down.

The first rule of venom cock is, we don't talk about venom cock. I mean, I pretty much avoided this kerfuffle the first time, but the second time around it's just so stultifying that I have to participate. coalescent rounds them up over here (no flamewars, guys--it's a community for a university class, and I won't have you giving the English students a bad impression of my genre.)

That said, the whileaway post is really excellent. I haven't read The Sparrow, but that's besides the point; I think it narrows down the fuss nicely.

Now, I'm not going to talk about venom cock. I am going to talk about the Venom Cock Phenomenon (VCP.)

I will also say that I witnessed, though did not participate in, some of the WFC readings (which weren't as wide-spread as some say--it was more a 45-minute wonder), and the comments were less on the content, and more on the quality of the writing.

And the eye-dialect.

Neither of which I can comment on, because I haven't read the book (well, okay, I read the first paragraph of the excerpt. But I didn't inhale.)

I mean, Anne Bishop and suzych certainly swing some extreme content in their books (ratstration! horse sex!) and while I have heard people making flinchy noises discussing those books, I've never seen anybody moved to actually embark upon an eye-of-argonning of same. (That's what they were doing at WFC, by the way. There: the dirty secret is out. It was a mass, spontaneous eye-of-argonization. Nothing more elaborate than that.)

(Here's where I pull out my entitlement and stand on my privilege as a grown woman raised by lesbian separatists. I got better; so did they.) (I'd stand on my privilege as a man, but I haven't got any.)

The issue wasn't the feminism. The issue isn't the dragon smut, or the female circumcision. Feminism does not need saving from the patriarchy in this particular instance. The issue was that a quorum, even a super-majority, of WFC attendees found the prose in Touched by Venom laughably bad.

Feminism is never an excuse for laughably bad prose.

You may not agree. You may think the book has other virtues that make up for the prose. You may think the prose is good. You are entitled to your opinion. But by all you hold holy, please, people, can we go back to talking about something else? Feminism does not need saving from the venom-cock mockers.

I promise you.

Thank you. You may return to your homes.


I said her special pleading, re: obscenity and some set of classics and SF novels, was typical of the teenybopper crowd.

You said you didn't call her a teenybopper, but here you stick her in that set.

I'm not a literary critic, I'm a fucking programmer, so I'm not going to dispute whether or not Liz's point about violence and privilege worked or not.

My girlfriend reminds me there's two century's worth of rudeness and snark in literary reviews. It's not something I enjoy. I had to put up with three years worth of rudeness over XML syndication formats. I think snark's better used on Bush and company.

As Elizabeth said above, you love to kick over anthills, and here I am being an ant.

I appreciate you responding to my complaint, though it's not worth running any more cycles on this matter.
I said her special pleading, re: obscenity and some set of classics and SF novels, was typical of the teenybopper crowd.

You said you didn't call her a teenybopper, but here you stick her in that set.

No I didn't. I called her argument typical of the arguments of that set.

For example, if you started wearing comically oversized children's wear, say, Oshkosh B'gosh, and I said "Man, that guy is wearing coveralls like some three year-old would", would I be saying "Wow, that guy is really, literally, three years-old, and that's a fact!"? No.

But that is what you're claiming I'm saying.

An implicit claim you seem to be making: someone of a certain age cannot demonstrate attributes (negative attributes at least) typical of those of a younger age.
There is some sort of a crowning irony in you guys choosing to have this fight in my journal rather than your own.

It's always Belgium that gets trampled.
They come for the chocolate, the beer stew, and the tarts.