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Alyson Hannigan feels up Emily Deschanel FOR GREAT JUSTICE AWARENESS.

via Dorothy Snarker.

For those of you not currently otherwise occupied after watching that video, I would like to state that this is a clear case of the women-objectifying evils of patriarchy, and in the spirit of reparation I demand that equal video time now be devoted to Nathan Fillion helping Ian Somerhalder with a testicular self-exam in the company of other beautiful, quasi-famous men lolling about in T-shirts designed to cater to geeky fangirls, and bantering cutely about each other's choice of sexy underwear. DO YOU HEAR ME PATRIARCHY, I AM COUNTING TO THREE.

(I shall be doing my bit in the feminist struggle for equal objectification later today, by posting a chapter of Maiden in which there is naked man-on-man fondling. No, don't call me a heroine. I merely follow my star.)

EDIT 4/23: O hai, metafandom! Um, this is unexpected. *hastily straightens tie and tries to look presentable* I'm kind of swamped IRL right now-- will try and respond to your thoughtful comments in an equally thoughtful manner soon-- just a couple things:

1) Here is an earlier entry in which I talk a bit more about slash, feminism and those Dworkinite essays. I was sort of assuming that the only people who would read this one (i.e. my friendslist) would also have read the other one.

2) Potentially! I think slash is potentially feminist! Not inherently, or even usually!

OK, as you were.

ORIGINAL POST FOLLOWS:

( In which I go all analytical on a dumb TV show, and ramble for hours about feminism, sex, power, and slave fic. Feel free to skip. Don't worry, we'll return you to your regularly scheduled smut shortly. )






For those of you following along with the hospital saga: no change, thanks for asking.

I was doing Lee's horoscope last night (shut up, it is part of my process) and got down Linda Goodman's Sun Signs on a whim. For those who aren't familiar, it's a silly little astrology paperback, very chummily written and claiming to be able to tell you all about everybody you know based on their astrological sign, and it was quite a hit when it was first published in the sixties (and into the seventies-- if you've read The Stepford Wives, it's the book Charmaine keeps trying to get Bobbie and Joanna to read). It's a fun little book and I really enjoy the language for some reason-- just very seamless, engaging, chatty, slangy sixties-era prose-- and she can be quite insightful at times.

But I was noticing one thing, looking at it from the perspective of the characters I had in mind: that it was usually most useful looking at the "X sign as a man" sections for the owners and the "X sign as a woman" sections for the slaves, because a lot of the differences she cites are in terms of protector/breadwinner/businessperson vs. homemaker/object of desire/person who will make you feel like the center of the universe every time you come home from your big strong job. Like for Pisces, apparently it's very dangerous to marry a Pisces "man" because he's too dreamy and starry-eyed to make money and pay the bills, but you can't ask better than a darling dreamy-eyed adoring Pisces slave, I mean woman. And Leo men will surround themselves with luxury, but when you're courting a Leo girl, make sure you bring her expensive gifts, give her plenty of money for the housekeeping, etc. Things like that. Bit disturbing really. But interesting.

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wickhouse2005 posed an interesting question on the last Yves story: "And what is Greta's reaction to Yves being beat for her sake, would she feel guilty, does this give her more ammunition against Holden?" The following very brief snippet is intended as a partial answer to that, and also a bit of a bridge between that scene and the next Yves story (and last in the series of four inspired by aerialsprite's original request for fic about the early days of Holden and Yves' relationship), which should be going up fairly soon-- probably after chapter four of Lee, but I'm not sure.

( I didn't think he'd turn on you so fast. )