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Mistress Matisse and Candy hit that one out of the park. It fits so many relationships I've witnessed. (Not been a part of, thank you gods of attraction.)
Heh, when I saw "Candy," I assumed you were talking about me, and when I read the thing, I realized you weren't, though I wasn't sure which Candy you were referring to in the linked articlew....
Great shout-out, Kate. I'm glad you sent me there.
(Plus, any excuse to visit Mistress Matisse . . . and will you PLEASE tell my wife it's NOT adultery if I go to a dominatrix? Karen has very definited notions about this!)
A two star Amazon review on His American Detective: "Bodice ripper about gay men by a woman." and I'm longing to comment "don't you mean a waistcoat ripper?" God, no. Stop me. The reviews rarely rattle me any longer -- except when I spot a truth in a bad one. When that happens, I actually lose sleep. This means I still care about writing. Speaking of reviewers and writers: A couple of days ago, a writer said she was tired of getting white ladies writing reviews of her books. She had an excellent point in the long run: her stories are meant for a particular audience and she wants them to resonate with those people and get more reviews from them. But that first line was just....horribly obnoxious. I say this from my POV of course. Not a white lady who writes reviews -- but as a review grubber. Anyone who disses any reader (especially ones that give honest reviews) deserves to be cast into the pit of being ignored.
I can't stay away from the subject of Sarah Palin. I've been looking at the trashiest stories, too. Nothing to do with her stands on important issues (or if Alaska's proximity to Russia means she's got experience with foreign issues). Some of my conclusions from the wading into useless dreck: She's far better looking than she was when she did sportscasting. Say what you like about her, I think she's pretty. She's probably got the sort of charisma that gives me the willies. A lot of people who are considered inspiring make me want to escape their presence. A form of jealousy? A sense of inferiority? Maybe. Anyway, from the reports I've read, she's supposed to be the sort of person who makes you feel as if she's listening to you and cares about your opinion. She's got a room-filling presence. Eeearrrgh. All of that sounds just like what they said about Bill Clinton. I never particularly paid attention to the fact that Hillary is female--sure
Heh, when I saw "Candy," I assumed you were talking about me, and when I read the thing, I realized you weren't, though I wasn't sure which Candy you were referring to in the linked articlew....
ReplyDeleteNever mind, just read the comments, and am now aware of which Candy you're referring to.
ReplyDeleteHeh.
I thought it was SBTB's Candy too.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for sending me back to Mistress Matisse's blog--I used to read it, then the computer crashed and lost all my links. Feh.
Great shout-out, Kate. I'm glad you sent me there.
ReplyDelete(Plus, any excuse to visit Mistress Matisse . . . and will you PLEASE tell my wife it's NOT adultery if I go to a dominatrix? Karen has very definited notions about this!)
I dunno, Doug, is it adultery? That's an interesting question, especially in the context of the original post to which Kate refers.
ReplyDeleteIs it adultery? Hmm...
it was Miss K. Candy commented but Miss K was the expert.
ReplyDeleteI guess in my brain "Candy" is the name of a wise woman. ; )