Open letter to @JimNorton
Honestly? I can't muster myself to be offended by your experience of winchestercon.
Those women's "ghost stories" quite probably have more readers than attended your show last night. Words crafted by those women have moved their thousands and thousands of readers to joy, love, grief, arousal, and helpless hilarity. Not to mention intellectual stimulation. And they're words that their readers will come back to again and again, probably still reading for years to come.
Can you say that of your own work? Seriously?
The fact that these women aren't doing it for money makes it all that more admirable. They're brilliant just because they can be, because they want to be. Not just that, but they have day jobs as well, upon which they wreak their intellect, competence and creativity on similarly worthy and world-changing pursuits. They're probably responsible for a whole lot of shit that not only makes your life easier, but supports and changes the society around you for the better.
All that, and writing their ghost stories, forming relationships, creating art, opening minds and forming a mind-bogglingly awesome community in their spare time. They live the double life of cultural superheroes.
Thousands of people around the world adore those women. And get a massive kick just out of the idea that even just a tiny percentage of them are congregated in a hotel in Denver, having an absolute ball.
So, I'm afraid you're going to have to try harder to harsh my squee. If anything, you've served to remind me to think about just how awesome fandom is, the art it creates, the love shared by the people in it. The sheer joy.
Also, are you kidding me? Fatties are totally hot. And you're totally right, blogging is yuck. I'll just be over at your totally classy MySpace page and absolutely riveting Twitter feed.
Those women's "ghost stories" quite probably have more readers than attended your show last night. Words crafted by those women have moved their thousands and thousands of readers to joy, love, grief, arousal, and helpless hilarity. Not to mention intellectual stimulation. And they're words that their readers will come back to again and again, probably still reading for years to come.
Can you say that of your own work? Seriously?
The fact that these women aren't doing it for money makes it all that more admirable. They're brilliant just because they can be, because they want to be. Not just that, but they have day jobs as well, upon which they wreak their intellect, competence and creativity on similarly worthy and world-changing pursuits. They're probably responsible for a whole lot of shit that not only makes your life easier, but supports and changes the society around you for the better.
All that, and writing their ghost stories, forming relationships, creating art, opening minds and forming a mind-bogglingly awesome community in their spare time. They live the double life of cultural superheroes.
Thousands of people around the world adore those women. And get a massive kick just out of the idea that even just a tiny percentage of them are congregated in a hotel in Denver, having an absolute ball.
So, I'm afraid you're going to have to try harder to harsh my squee. If anything, you've served to remind me to think about just how awesome fandom is, the art it creates, the love shared by the people in it. The sheer joy.
Also, are you kidding me? Fatties are totally hot. And you're totally right, blogging is yuck. I'll just be over at your totally classy MySpace page and absolutely riveting Twitter feed.