Cossacks and Prairie Muffins (and the Endless)
Just back from the road trip and bloody knackered.
But I had to share this one...
The great Fred Clark aka Slacktivist discusses an important question:
"If you believe that every human being has the right to self determination, then how do you cope with people who claim not to want that right?"
He makes especial note of the 'Concerned Women of America'. This bunch of pitiful conditioned Stepford wives, in the earlier/related form of 'Concerned Mothers of America', led to one of my favourite stories:
Long ago, when I was living in Edinburgh and Neil Gaiman was still writing Sandman, we had occasional chats - at conventions, pub meets and eventually by phone. Neil was quizzing everyone connected with magic in fandom he could find as background for the book, and we got along OK. He'd occasionally phone me at 4am my time, 'cos he knew I'd be up.
One night he rang with a note of pure joy and pride in his voice... because the Concerned Mothers of America had written him a letter of complaint and he just had to tell someone. (Specifically the complaint was that he had 'positive images' of transexuals in his comic. Bad boy.)
He framed the letter. So much for their power.
Namedropping over... and so to bed!
But I had to share this one...
The great Fred Clark aka Slacktivist discusses an important question:
"If you believe that every human being has the right to self determination, then how do you cope with people who claim not to want that right?"
He makes especial note of the 'Concerned Women of America'. This bunch of pitiful conditioned Stepford wives, in the earlier/related form of 'Concerned Mothers of America', led to one of my favourite stories:
Long ago, when I was living in Edinburgh and Neil Gaiman was still writing Sandman, we had occasional chats - at conventions, pub meets and eventually by phone. Neil was quizzing everyone connected with magic in fandom he could find as background for the book, and we got along OK. He'd occasionally phone me at 4am my time, 'cos he knew I'd be up.
One night he rang with a note of pure joy and pride in his voice... because the Concerned Mothers of America had written him a letter of complaint and he just had to tell someone. (Specifically the complaint was that he had 'positive images' of transexuals in his comic. Bad boy.)
He framed the letter. So much for their power.
Namedropping over... and so to bed!