Public Service Announcements

[buggery]

PSA for newcomers to fandom:
Here's how to tell when there's no longer any point in continuing a discussion with someone over points about which you disagree. If they assert, "As a general rule, I won't wade through any mass of PWPs unless they directly involve my favorite character (of any given fandom)" and then, not 45 minutes later, in the same post, aver, "You might be surprised to learn I skim, at the very least, every fic that comes through my LJ filters or email groups, for the past eight years" ...you can be fairly sure that an argument between yourself and such a person could go on, yes. But nothing productive is likely to come of it. (If you're wondering what or who I'm talking about, have a look around here. You'll find it.)

General PSA:
I've been thinking since Saturday night about the Steph and Tim in the Crime Syndicate of America universe as posited by Te. Mostly about the sex they have. And I think I want to write some.

That's right. I'm going to write het fic. I'm going to write het fic about Tim Drake.

Comments

[cereta.livejournal.com]

There are some arguments I look at and try very hard to understand, so that I might, if not persuade the person to my point of view, at least arrive at some greater mutual understanding.

And then there are the arguments that I look at, roll my eyes, and say, "Whatever."

What a yutz. I wave my mother-in-law in their general direction via icon.

[buggery.livejournal.com]

::nods:: The worst part, and what I really hate about the state of the current kerfufflation (it's a word if I say it is!) re gender-and-comics, is when there are people with opposing viewpoints who genuinely are interested in trying to understand each other's positions, and maybe achieving that 'greater mutual understanding,' but we're drowned out by all the people yelling about how 'the other side' is evil, wrong and stupid.

It reminds me of something that happened during the Camp Trans event at the 1999 Michigan Womyn's Music Festival. Assorted trans-folk camped out across the street from the festival land, inviting anyone who wanted to over to talk, but mostly just being there in protest of MWMF's anti-trans policy. Some individual transpeople crossed the picket, as it were, to attend workshops or visit vendors or grab a shower, or whatever, and some of the official festival attendees got downright (for lack of a less-loaded term) hysterical about it, to the point of sending little girls around the camp as runners warning women that there were men with naked penises invading the festival. So then Camp Trans orchestrated an actual little parade, with an escort of festival-attendee women, to walk along the main loop of road and then leave again. And later that evening, the festival organisers set up a meeting on festival land, under a big tent, for festival-goers and Camp Trans people to have an open discussion. A lot of that got fairly heated, but it was kept reasonably civil by having people only talk during their own turn, based on a sign-up sheet that got handed around throughout the discussion. But about an hour into this really landmark sitting-down-and-trying-to-listen-to-each-other event, some random festival attendee walked up near the outside of the tent and started yelling, 'You're raping me! You're raping me! Stop raping me!' Which, well, was about as useless a contribution to the debate as could be imagined.