Elsewhere

I’m at Romancing the Blog today, rousing the elderly rabble.

And I’ve scribbled most of a post about hoochie mama heroines in UF, exploring the motivation behind hypersexualizing them (well, a sentence or two took a stab at sounding all intellectual, but I actually used the term “hoochie mama,” so don’t expect a particularly scholarly discourse), but I didn’t have the heart to transcribe it after the beating UF as a genre took in the comments at an agent’s blog earlier this week.

Again, people:  If you don’t like it, don’t read it. There’s no need to venture into the “they should stop publishing that crap I don’t like” territory, and most especially not into the “people only buy this crap because this crap is all that’s being published” territory because *slapSLAPslap* people who are not  you (there are a few of those, you know—or maybe you don’t, judging by the razor-keen narrowness of your mind as expressed in some of your comments) might, perhaps, just maybe enjoy something that you don’t.

Even if far too many of the heroines are slaves to their genitals.