I'm really feeling the first week of working six hour shifts - largely because every single afternoon after I'm done with work I've had other things to do and then spending time with mom in the evening and (attempting to go to bed early).
Seriously, today, I worked for six hours, came home and gardened for two (cumulative) hours in the middle of which I had to go run an errand for ma mere.
So, I'm pretty damn bushed at the moment, and am going to be using this evening to cuddle up to my computer and post a bunch of stuff I've mean meaning to, as well as catching up on comments.
Over the past couple of days I've ran into some awesome Star Trek meta (favorite so far is The New OT4 by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
liviapenn in part because it is an epic smackdown to the 'Uhura is only a love interest argument) and there was one comment that just hit me:
"one of my tenets of fandom is that no matter how you try to align your politics/ideals and your fannish activity, at a certain baseline there truly is no accounting for taste. Which is probably a corollary of ye olde Fannish Fallacy of Judgment - it's not up to me to judge somebody's quality as a feminist in real life based on what bizarro fiction they get their jollies from. Some people juggle the craziest geese and that's as far as I can go, besides occasionally trying to get people to at least examine their contradictions. That doesn't stop me from judging myself, however."
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sainfoin_fields , in rawles' meta on misogyny in fandom relating to Star Trek (well worth reading).
See, this idea that I am bad for loving what I love, even if I love it despite massive flaws that I acknowledge, is something I really struggle with. Why can't I be one of those cool people, I think, who have all live action icons? What is wrong with me that Claymore has not hooked me but I've written eleventy-billion smutty one-shots for Naruto? Why do fics with EPICALLY problematic gender and character issues nonetheless sometimes make my favorites list?
And I can answer all of these with logical answers - that's not the point. The point is that I do think it's important to realize and accept that (speaking personally) what we love or what's worth our fannish time is not always decided by us, you know? That not only is there no accounting for other people's taste, but there is no accounting for our own.
With no segue whatsoever, I would also like to rec a Soul Eater fanfic:
One Damn Thing After Another bymetisket Part 1 and Part 2
"“You’ve got a fever,” she says, coming to settle next to me. She’s wearing her scary black blood dress. She looks great in it. Too bad it means I’m, you know, losing it. And that I can’t think of a way to con her into wearing something like it in real life.
Nah. Then I really would have to beat the boys back with a stick, like Havar said. Maybe I like it best that she doesn’t wear that dress much."
It took me a bit to settle into the first person voice, but when I did is was damn fine. Soul's perspective on his own sanity is delicious and is conviction that Maka is the bes thing since sliced bread is pitch-perfect. Also excellent is the brief glimpse of the Harver/Ox/Jackie love triangle, Soul's loving and sarcastic commentary on Black Star, and that thing that happens in part 2 that I don't want to spoil you for.
Seriously, today, I worked for six hours, came home and gardened for two (cumulative) hours in the middle of which I had to go run an errand for ma mere.
So, I'm pretty damn bushed at the moment, and am going to be using this evening to cuddle up to my computer and post a bunch of stuff I've mean meaning to, as well as catching up on comments.
Over the past couple of days I've ran into some awesome Star Trek meta (favorite so far is The New OT4 by
liviapenn in part because it is an epic smackdown to the 'Uhura is only a love interest argument) and there was one comment that just hit me:"one of my tenets of fandom is that no matter how you try to align your politics/ideals and your fannish activity, at a certain baseline there truly is no accounting for taste. Which is probably a corollary of ye olde Fannish Fallacy of Judgment - it's not up to me to judge somebody's quality as a feminist in real life based on what bizarro fiction they get their jollies from. Some people juggle the craziest geese and that's as far as I can go, besides occasionally trying to get people to at least examine their contradictions. That doesn't stop me from judging myself, however."
sainfoin_fields , in rawles' meta on misogyny in fandom relating to Star Trek (well worth reading).See, this idea that I am bad for loving what I love, even if I love it despite massive flaws that I acknowledge, is something I really struggle with. Why can't I be one of those cool people, I think, who have all live action icons? What is wrong with me that Claymore has not hooked me but I've written eleventy-billion smutty one-shots for Naruto? Why do fics with EPICALLY problematic gender and character issues nonetheless sometimes make my favorites list?
And I can answer all of these with logical answers - that's not the point. The point is that I do think it's important to realize and accept that (speaking personally) what we love or what's worth our fannish time is not always decided by us, you know? That not only is there no accounting for other people's taste, but there is no accounting for our own.
With no segue whatsoever, I would also like to rec a Soul Eater fanfic:
One Damn Thing After Another by
metisket Part 1 and Part 2"“You’ve got a fever,” she says, coming to settle next to me. She’s wearing her scary black blood dress. She looks great in it. Too bad it means I’m, you know, losing it. And that I can’t think of a way to con her into wearing something like it in real life.
Nah. Then I really would have to beat the boys back with a stick, like Havar said. Maybe I like it best that she doesn’t wear that dress much."
It took me a bit to settle into the first person voice, but when I did is was damn fine. Soul's perspective on his own sanity is delicious and is conviction that Maka is the bes thing since sliced bread is pitch-perfect. Also excellent is the brief glimpse of the Harver/Ox/Jackie love triangle, Soul's loving and sarcastic commentary on Black Star, and that thing that happens in part 2 that I don't want to spoil you for.