I was originally gonna do this under a flock, but then I realize, hey, I don't give a flying fuck who reads this.
It came to my attention that Solita,
cobrasnaps, is working on a
NaNoWriMo novel*. Um, let's just say this girl has history in wrestlefandom, and we've communicated in the past.
* Do NOT get on my ass about outing her, because she herself links her fandom alias with her professional name. I have not linked anything that she has not made publically available.
This is a snip from her novel, which is about two female wrestlers and their struggle in the business:
Women are destined to be forgotten. I'm not meant to stay in the hearts and minds of the people I entertain. I'm supposed to step behind the falling curtain just like my predecessors have. The spotlight should never shine on me more than necessary, nor should I ever speak into a microphone more than required. It doesn't matter that I've worked as hard as men have, that I've bled and sweat in countless rings in the same countries just like them. None of that means anything because I'm the freak of the freaks, the outcast of the outcasted. Women smile, wave and play. Women don't growl, threaten and fight. Not in this business. In this business, women work hard to transcend the boundaries of their gender to become one of the boys and after all their hard work are discarded like useless, obsolete pieces of trash. We're nobodys. We're worthless. We're easily replaced.
Now allow me to direct you to this, a snip from my wrestlefic,
'til the morning light, posted over a year ago:
Women are destined to be forgotten.
Never mind that she has more violence in her than the Briscoes, less mercy than the No Remorse Corp. There is greatness in her beyond the likes of Bryan Danielson or Nigel McGuiness.
But she is a woman. She will never main-event a Ring of Honor show, never wear Ring of Honor gold. She is a sideshow, a freak, an aberration. Step right up and see those who dare to transgress the boundaries of their gender.
She won't be pushed to the side anymore.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.
And here is what Solita has to say about this novel, too:
Currently I'm writing a new novel for NaNoWriMo, one that has a niche market and will be easy to sell. It's coming out well I think. It's completely out of my comfort zone since I'm talking feminism, gender politics and male privilege, but it's turning out to be a fun challenge and I'm enjoying it.
Wow, I really hope she's not planning to sell a novel with cribbed lines, because that's some beautiful work ethic right there, not to mention the INTENSE IRONY where she's rawr over a book she's writing about feminism WHILE SHE'S STEALING FROM ANOTHER FEMALE WRITER.
This girl knows me. She knows my writing. She once professed to be a fan of mine. Real classy way of treating somebody you supposedly respect.
You may ask why I don't confront her. It's because I've seen plenty of people tell her TO HER FACE how she can improve herself. She would profess to have learned from her mistakes, that this experience has made her a more mature and considered individual. Yeah, clearly that has happened. The hilarious thing is that this has happened before with some other chick something like six or seven years ago. What the fuck was her name? Danica? Danielle? Dannette! That chick had some serious balls. Told me to my face how much she loved my fics, then proceeded to plagiarize four or five of them at three different places. I caught her sorry ass AND THEN SHE DID IT AGAIN. And the kicker? She registered "angstbunny" as her username at Blurty back when it was the first alternative to LJ. I chewed her ass out over that, and then she disappeared. Two of her fucking journals are still friended to me, much to my annoyance.
But anyway, so here's the thing I wanna know: what else has Solita cribbed? Or more importantly, what else has she taken and put into a work that she plans to make money off of, 'cause I sure hope my royalty cheque will be in the mail some day. Suddenly, I'm really fucking glad that I haven't talked all that much about Marks in public posts. God forbid she runs off with anything from that. I'd be about a billion times more pissed off.
You know what the sad thing is? I honest to god believed in her at one point. I saw a lot of myself in her, and I'd once felt like I was in a position to befriend her, and always felt badly that I hadn't been able to do so. I was told of my foolishness in having faith in her. Thanks, Solita, for proving me totally wrong and making me regret every single thing I have ever spoken in your defense to those who apparently saw through you much better than I ever did.
Stay classy,
cobrasnaps. Stay classy.