A Twist of Things to Come

Well, we had a great week at GC last week. Then I left home for a weekend trip, having forgotten to tell y'all about Nightsky's latest article, Head, meet wall. Wall, head. Charmed I'm sure, a very thoughtful and inspiring article about how the contributions of women in various fields have been overlooked or marginalized. With lots of detail and well thought out arguments.

Let me just take a moment to say that I am proud to be in such company at GeekaChicas. :)

I think the controversy has been very good for the site, to be honest. Even though I very much agree with those who say that the original article did not really merit the attention, I think it has provided a wonderful opportunity to say some things that either needed to be said or that we needed to say.

So it is with a certain amount of discomfort that I present Sweet Clementine's Musings on Booker T. Washington and Feminist Writing. While I understand her point (that the original article was too fringe/crazy to merit a response, as there are much bigger fish to fry) telling outspoken women to not get their 'knickers in a twist' is an interesting choice. Since, after all, silence implies consent.

Perhaps I should loan her my (figurative) Kevlar knickers.

*wanders out of the line of fire, whistling innocently*

I know people think I'm being difficult, but I really don't know what it was that I said that was a spoiler. Or maybe it was what Helen said about what I said. But if I don't know what I did to piss folks off, how can I avoid doing it again? I don't mind pissing people off, mind, as long as I know what I'm doing. Pissing people off on accident is traumatic, which may be why my gut reaction, when someone gets pissed off at me and I don't know why, is to do something that I *know* will piss them off even more. Because that returns the world to a place I understand, at least.

I didn't do that this time, so that's progress. YAY.

I'm beginning to think it would be best if I just got off the list. I don't need the stress of it, on top of everything else, and what feedback I get for fanfic is usually not via the list anyway.

P'raps I'm just not fit for company.


God, it's been a heck of a day.