Letters to the Editor
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We love those young, sexed-up, smarmy white women, don't we?
It's not about writing... not about fear or lifestyle or anything at all to do with craft.
The feedback is consistent with Kind Green Jealousy. Yes. Oh the boys don't want sex with the author - they want notoriety and drinks with her - then praise. They wanna' get paid too!
If you can pick a topic to write about, and then get such published in Salon, maybe everybody already knows you can get LAID. It really is the "publishing come-on" that chokes in their little gizzards, you know. I know a little bit about jealousy - my books sell more than any author's on the planet, and all I do all day is... treapse about my house - half naked, horny - obsessing about fame and billion-dollar Enlightenment.
She may as well have been Heavy Oprah, at war with Normalsize Oprah - all the good it would do to promote "bendover" fiction and "What-you-know-about" writing mythology - to satisfy these guys.
Whatever happened to watching a football match instead of simply leering at an intimate, obsessed, soft-dorm account of "tentative litchick" life?