Delarua herself appears to be so infatuated with Sadiri superiority that they seem, for her, beyond any criticism except that of feeling superior to non-Sadiri.
But stepping away from Delarua’s blinkered perspective, any feminist reader is also going to wonder how it is that Sadiri society is so unquestionably heteronormative. That aspect of the world-building, taken with Delarua’s failure to see or even look for the costs of gender oppression, makes me wonder if Lord intended to suggest that as long as one doesn’t notice such things, women, both straight and gay, will be perfectly happy in this “best of all possible worlds.” For a feminist, the prospect is suffocating—and unbelievable.
Another possible interpretation—but one so unlikely that it would take a sequel to confirm—is that Delarua’s infatuation with a telepath has led to her lack of clarity about the Sadiri’s gender arrangements and their willingness to destine an entire generation of females to unquestioned subjugation. The only support I can find for such an interpretation is in the narrative’s unfolding of Delarua’s telepathic subjugation to her brother-in-law—from which Dllenahkh rescued her. Is it possible that the second part of Delarua’s memoir will tell the story of Delarua’s rescue from Dllenahkh?
This is the only intelligent review I’ve seen of this fucking awful, overrated piece of shit. Literally no one else brings up Karen Lord’s NO HOMO NO HOMOOO agenda or the whole pedophilia eugenics thing. The only explanation is that westerners find both eugenics and pedophilia perfectly normal which would also explain a lot of other things, really. We already know they find heteronormativity just awesome.
Chiusse On Hate.
my thought is this: hatred is neither good nor evil; it is just a tool, and may be used in the service of either. Strong emotions such as hate are a potential threat to the status quo, because they have the power to impel us to action. The people who want you to calm down and be nice are usually the ones with something to lose.
2. The system knows that we’re going to hate no matter what, so it evolves to deflect that hatred toward trivial things. It tells us to hate Octomom and Justin Bieber and the impotent legislature and folks who use food stamps to buy oregano. It tells us to hate ourselves, our appearances, our lives.
You know the drill about Cult of Nice and tone-policing, but this summarizes the problems with those things very nicely.
A bunch of fuckface weeaboos got very outraged about my phoned in long distance carefully considered Railgun review. The best part? One of them believes I’m a whitey objecting to a white person getting beaten up by Misaka et al. Or at least that’s what I’m getting out of it, it’s hard to make out from all the illiterate mouth-froth. Remember, friends: before you review an anime? DO YOUR DAMN RESEARCH AND HAVE YOUR REVIEW PEER-REVIEWED, PLEASE. You know how nobody likes animu shitworm fanturds? Exactly.
A++, would troll again.
Ronan Wills concludes his adventures in Rothfuss. No fear (haha see what I did there) though, he’s doing the sequel too and has been diligently blogging The White Man’s Fear so none of us has to read that shit. No, I’m still not going to.
Have I linked YKM’s review of this self-published excrement bucket?
The basic idea is that this stripper vampire, Cherry, and a sexy stranger she’s met once, Ian, are framed for the death of the Vampire Queen, and to avoid the wrath of the Queen’s daughter (who is most likely the true culprit), Cherry’s sire drags her and her entire vampire family into the “Undead Space Initiative”, some random space exploration program that just happens to be going on at the same time, and seek undead volunteers – with no specialized training or experience necessary – to colonize Mars. Which they do. With a sentient space ship. And a crew of “revenants” and zombies. And then it turns out that all three races are secretly ancient aliens. I am not making this up.
Sounds fucking AMAZING, right? LOL NOT SO MUCH. The dream of campy stripper Cherries in space was crushed by a book that played itself waaaaaaaaaay too straight for a premise that bizarre, and a plot whose events seemed determined by dartboard. The thing is, when you take away the bizarre premise, what remains is pretty much your standard paranormal romance novel, with pretty much your standard Paranormal Romance Issues (with worse editing). And I mean, you’ve heard me complain about that before, surely? MISOGYNY, RAPEYNESS, BITCHES, MAN. Been there, done that.
I got a copy with every intention of reviewing it. I gave the fuck up.
BOSTON, Mass. — Human rights activists say revelations that the US regime has expanded its domestic surveillance program to private phone carriers is more evidence of the North American country’s pivot toward authoritarianism.
The Guardian, a British newspaper, reported this week that a wing of the country’s feared intelligence and security apparatus ordered major telecommunications companies to hand over data on phone calls made by private citizens.
“The US leadership in Washington continues to erode basic human rights,” said one activist, who asked to remain anonymous, fearing that speaking out publicly could endanger his organization. “If the US government is unwilling to change course, it’s time the international community considered economic sanctions.”
Over the last decade, the United States has passed a series of emergency laws that give security forces sweeping powers to combat “terrorism.” But foreign observers say the authorities abuse those laws, using them instead to monitor ordinary Americans.
US leader Barack Obama, a former liberal community organizer and the country’s first black president who attracted a wave of support from young voters, rose to power in 2008 promising reform. He was greeted in the United States — a country of about 300 million people — withoptimism. But he has since disappointed those supporters, ruling with a sometimes iron fist and continuing, if not expanding, the policies of the country’s former ruler, George W. Bush.