Teacup Tempest: Kira at goodreads wrote a review of Julie Cross’ Tempest, pointing out several damning passages reveling in its condemnation of a “man-hating feminazi” straw character (while complaining that misandrists are scum, that “man-bashing” is sexist and makes her want to scream, and that she’s had “young men look at [her] with genuine fear” because she’s a feminist, which… uh?). Dan Krokos, represented by the same agent as Cross, enters the field and uses [Club of Mansplaining]. It is ineffective! He and a bunch of other YA authors flipped their shit on twitter (many of whom having since deleted their tweets; Krokos’ and Cross’ agent Suzie Whatsherface speed-deleted her goodreads account). My favorite of the lot is Lauren de Stefano trotting out this little tidbit:
STEFANO. I’d even venture to say GR makes 4chan look like a hallmark card from my own loving granny.
It’s funny how pretty much everybody who uses 4chan as a hyperbolic analogy knows nothing about 4chan. I’ve never seen Nazi symbols and porn posted on goodreads. Have you?
Carrier of the Wank: Stephanie at goodreads left this Amazon review for Leigh Fallon’s Carrier of the Mark (is it a book about a deadly contagious disease? No?), the substance of which being that it’s a tiresome Twilight clone with closely similar passages, characters, and plot. If you call that shit a plot. Fallon absolutely lost her shit and sent out this e-mail to somebody:
There is the stupid cow from Goodreads who has been real nasty and keeps doing up really bad reviews of Carrier, then gets her friends to go in and ‘like’ her bad reviews so that that review will be pushed up to the top of all the lists. Now she’s put it up on Amazon! She is a disgruntled old cow who doesn’t like me and how I got published. There’s no point in saying anything about her or responding (she loves that) but what we can do is push her review back down the list by bringing all the good reviews back to the top. How do we do this? Well at the end of each review there is a little button where you can say whether you found the review helpful. Click YES on the good reviews. The more reviews you click YES you click on the good reviews the further down the list that bitch will go. If you leave a comment on the good reviews, that helps too. She’s already got over 20 of her buds to YES her review so we will need to find more people than that to YES the good reviews. There are about 8 pages of reviews (that’s about 7 reviews or something like that) so we can bury this horrible toe rag down the very bottom if you help me out.
As far as I’m aware, you don’t have to have bought anything on Amazon to get your vote to count. You just need to be a registered user. It only takes about 5 mins to go through all the reviews and YES the good ones. I’m not asking to dickie with the system or anything, it’s just moving a horrible review from the top spot. It’s so long, you have to scroll for ages until you get to the good ones. I’d really appreciated it help on his. I’d also love if you could maybe gets some friends or family to do the same.
Thanks a million, guys. You’re the best.
Fallon being, as you can see, the very epitome of class. She has since admitted that she did in fact write this e-mail (and some drama-loving person leaked it to Stephanie, apparently). Perhaps she believes that, to write books for teens, you must behave like one.
BONUS! Breaking straw from Jamie McGuire. Also, yes, a YA author.
Eoin Macken and the Sexuality Plane: up until now I didn’t even know who this man is. But apparently he’s a big thing. He posted this story (screencap in case he deletes it again) on his blog thinking… I’ve no idea what went through his head, apart from “fuckloads of homophobia.” To cover his ass–too late, buddy–he insists “This story is not meant to offend anybody.” Oh?
“Thank YOU sir”. And It pats me on the arm. PATS ME. Then saunters off with a wiggle of a well fondled fat arse. I can’t move, my body won’t obey me because it hates what I’ve become. [...] and finally I understand, there are worse things than death. It’s called living homophobic purgatory.
I feign sleep for the entire journey, anything to avoid eye contact with my queer tormentor, even when It strokes my arm to offer me what must be a drugged pre poured glass of juice. I stiffen but don’t react, doing a fake sleep mumble. It’s the hardest fucking non sleep I ever do. And you thought I was going to give out about the baggage handlers losing my life affectingly important bag or the potential public molestation at security. Nope, this was much worse. The flight with the gay air hostess, there has to be an AA group for sufferers surely, if not I will be opening one soon. And It grabbed my bum on the way out.
Macken is so puzzled as to why people think he’s a homophobic turd. So puzzled. It’s satirical! It’s fictional! It doesn’t mean anything! It’s just a story. Portraying TEH GAY as predatory, potential date rapist, and dehumanizing a gay person as an “it”? Aw nah. Satire. Comedic even. Deep, man, deep.
It’s a good thing I don’t watch Merlin to start with. Subhuman worm.
On matters more serious and interesting: Gender Imperialism @ The Biyuti Collective
It has been and continues to be a challenge for me to resist the Western, imperialist constructions of gender. This conflict has been my *only* source of gender confusion and dysphoria. Before I was kicked out of my dad’s house, I was perfectly comfortable with my gender. But as I became entirely surrounded by the Western gaze, with no refuge, I began to feel discord with my gender and body. I have spent years struggling with my gender only to realize that the issue was not about my relation to my body but my relation to how the West views my body. My gender dysphoria was the result of Western imperialism.
My gender identity, and its expression, exist outside of the Western construction of gender. It is the product of a culture that, while it has a colonial past, is its own.
I won’t comment on because I’m not qualified to, but it makes for enlightening and sobering reading. I’ll also note that applying the lingo of western social justice to concepts which are not of the west is, to say the least, inaccurate: “kathoey”, contrary to popular belief (and why does it continue to be a popular belief? Why can’t westerners engage in a little research), doesn’t simply mean “trans.” It is an umbrella term that includes, yes, cis gay men.
I’m often asked, Why would you come to Korea? Koreans talk about their country being no bigger than a booger (우리나라는 코딱지 만큼…) or no bigger than a palm (우리나라는 손바닥 만큼…). Why would I come to a place most Koreans can’t leave? Well, the answer is because I’m privileged. That’s the answer. The humiliating aspect of that answer is its correlation: I can leave whenever I want to. In other words, I can go home. I have a place to go other than here. I can return. That’s what Koreans see me as sometimes, but especially when they’re annoyed at me. They are confronted with privilege. And they sometimes take it out on me. It’s not racism. Try telling that to many white people in Korea, though.
I’d have to be a real dick to deny this privilege. That guy yelling “Yankee, go home” at me is reaching for something to say at all in the face of my belligerent presence in his life. He was being a dick, but he can’t speak English and he yelled the one insult in English he knew might hurt my feelings. The power he feels that oppresses him in a daily manner is a problem with Korean culture, centuries of oppression. Shit I don’t get. But I’ve added another element. Now he has to play soccer, on his day off, with a white guy who reminds him of a specific and painful lack of privilege and I’m going to knock him down, too. I’d be a dick not to expect some sort of response.
See. Now if only more white expats understood this. This is why when they are told “Get the fuck out; go home” and it’s not racism or even xenophobia but a justified gesture of those who’ve had fucking enough from their kind and have to put up with some more. It’s the frustration you feel because everyone around you is treating these people better because they are white while furiously internalizing imperialism. White presence intrudes, disrupts, and colonizes. It always will unless the balance of power is redressed, which won’t happen any time soon, if ever.
People whining bleating over anti-white racism need to shut the fuck up. That means absolutely everyone. You can go home. You can refuse to read this blog.* You can go join the Aryan fucking Nations. But you don’t get to yell “racist!” without expecting to be called an ignorant, useless waste of space and crybaby with a martyr complex.