women readers

No, Mr. Pig, I do not read fiction because I secretly desire to be raped.

Some sexist bastard at the Telegraph wrote the following:

Women turn to fiction, I would guess, because it is the last reservation for men who are neither violent thugs nor politically correct weeds, where a girl can still get her bodice ripped without the bodice ripper being locked up.

What the? Is this guy on crack? No, Mr. Pig, I do not read fiction because I secretly desire to be raped. I read a certain portion of fiction because I enjoy it, and bodice rippers are never found in my reading list. If the point of your essay was to bring attention to the decrease in male readers, it was completely lost after this paragraph. Grow up and get a fucking clue.

there and back again: part one

This past weekend I did something that I’ve wanted to do ever since I was a geeky teenager. I attended a science fiction convention, or con as it’s more commonly known. I’m sure you’re all conjuring up visions of storm troopers and Klingons, and while there were a few of the latter, they were more … Continue reading “there and back again: part one”

This past weekend I did something that I’ve wanted to do ever since I was a geeky teenager. I attended a science fiction convention, or con as it’s more commonly known. I’m sure you’re all conjuring up visions of storm troopers and Klingons, and while there were a few of the latter, they were more of a minority. In fact, it seemed like there were multiple cons happening all at the same time.

Continue reading “there and back again: part one”