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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.

Comments

Well, I'm not quite classist (which generally means snobbery of some sort of other); I want the working class to destroy the ruling class and then create a classless society. The middle class can be an associate of that, or an obstacle to that.
Fair enough. I consider it proof of your abiding faith in humanity, by the way, that you consider this a possibility.
Or history. Exhibit A being the fact that you're not a pregnant peasant poking at the ground with a stick in the Ukraine. (Well, Exhibit A changes depending on whom I'm talking to.)
Actually, my family bailed before the revolution. They came to America in the 1800's (My great-grandfather was a conscript and then a deserter from the Russian army, as near as we can figure) and they were good assimilated American Dreamers.

So, I'm descended from cossacks and hutzuls turned moderately successful capitalists, in the days when a limited sort of American Dreaming was available to people without much education or starting capital. As my dad puts it, they ate their oatmeal without milk and their coffee without sugar, and they did all right.

Which doesn't alter the validity of your example; just the specific case.
I wasn't making a reference to the Russian revolution (or the Narodniks, for that matter) but simply to the fact that Things Change.

A Lot.

Aha! Yes. They do. And the general curve tends up, though it's unfashionable to say so.