Push the Drama Button! PUSH IT.

[merrily]

Diana Gabaldon is mad as hell about fan-fic (her hyphen, not mine) and isn't going to take it anymore.

Which is lovely, because Fandom_Wank has covered it, and the resulting comments are the best thing I've read in weeks.

I don't necessarily recommend reading Gabaldon's blog entry, and I certainly don't recommend replying to her, but I absolutely suggest you go over to Fandom_Wank, preferably with a bowl of popcorn.


The Drama Button. Push iiiiiiit.

Comments

[glitterandlube]

All of those people involved are banned from any support in the future from me ever. Thanks for the names to add to my fuck you list.

ETA:
I was lame and sore in every muscle when I woke next morning. I shuffled to the privy closet, then to the wash basin. My innards felt like churned butter. It felt as though I had been beaten with a blunt object, I reflected, then thought that that was very near the truth. The blunt object in question was visible as I came back to bed, looking now relatively harmless. Its possessor [Jamie] woke as I sat next to him, and examined me with something that looked very much like male smugness.

OMFG. SHE WINS. THAT IS GROSSER THAN 4CHAN. I HAVE BEEN TROLLED IRL. D:

[merrily]

YOU GOT TROLLED BY ROMANCE GROUPIES. IT'S A BADGE OF HONOR!

And jeez, ew. I've never actually read the Outlander books, and the "innards felt like churned butter" line makes me never want to.

[glitterandlube]

Cleolindo made it better by saying something about Amish porn.

I do not read people who make comments about fanfiction. There are too many books out there for me to purposely support jackasses. Thanks for the heads up!

[merrily]

There are too many books out there for me to purposely support jackasses.

Plus, there are books written by people who also write fanfic, and by buying those books, I'm making sure that there's MOAR FANFIC FOR EVERYONE in our future.

I'm canny that way.