But it’s not the piece itself that has stuck in my mind like so many bar-room darts.
It’s that if a woman wrote it, she’d have been torn to pieces. No quarter, no mercy.
I touched on this in my previous post. But it’s more than lolz, he’s got balls of brass, I could never get away with those blognanigans. I couldn’t, of course, even if I wanted to. But neither could almost any other woman writer or blogger I can think of. Go after popular SF writers and a respected award? She’d have gotten death threats, rape threats, comments telling her everything from shut up and make [unnamed internet male] a sandwich to wishing she’d be raped to death because that would shut her right up.
I don’t actually have to imagine this scenario and speculate as to its outcome–it’s happened.
Since the Sady Doyle Song piece was mentioned, I should link the counter point by Alyssa Rosenberg.
The Chris Priest piece she's referencing.
Edited by sciborg2, 06 April 2012 - 07:30 PM.