Random Compliment

I’m not sure what’s up with the universe at the moment, but things are seriously coming up roses for me. It culminated in a compliment from a complete stranger that I got tonight.

I have just started going to an improv writing group. It’s awesome. We do three prompts (got there too late for the first two, tonight). For each one, we write for a specified amount of time and then we all share what we’ve written. You must share- which is good for my public-speaking skills. After I finished mine, a lady sitting at another table asked if I’d just written it or I was reading it from a book- since it was better than the book she was reading! How awesome is that?!

The prompt was random pairings of opposites. Randomly, I ended up with both life and death. What follows is the completely improvised bit I wrote:

“So those are the options. Life or death. How original.” I should have been scared. He wasn’t kidding about the death part. I was too tired to be scared. “What if I pick cake, huh? Cake is a better choice than either of those.”

Surprisingly, that made him pause. It was really bizarre to almost see his brows draw together under the executioner’s hood. His massive hands shifted on the haft of the very big, very sharp ax. Always request a sharp ax if you get the chance.

I kept talking. “Really, you know that if you could choose life, death, or cake, you’d pick cake. Chocolate for me. Buttercream icing. What about you? What kind of cake would you choose?”

Thank god this was a private execution. My hands were bound behind my back and I was kneeling at the feet of this behemoth- but without an audience to keep him on task, my words seemed to be distracting him.

“Homemade cake, of course. None of that box stuff.”

The head of his ax swung to the ground as his head tilted like a dog’s.

“They don’t have box cake mix just yet, but it’s coming, and it’s tragic. Be glad you’ll be long dead by then.” I laid my head on the block. “Speaking of- can we get on with this? I need a nap and a dirt one will do.”

Slowly he re-gripped the ax, starting to lift it.

“Tub icing, though- that was genius. You don’t have to eat the cake to get the best part. Chocolate, strawberry, funfetti. You don’t know what funfetti is, but it’s, well, very fun.”

The ax head lowered again as I chattered.

Life, death, or cake? Cake seemed to be going well.

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Sexual Identity and Religion

Arizona was good enough to not sign into law the option to refuse service based on sexual orientation. It seems there are no states that have laws protecting people based on sexual orientation and only 21 that have ordinances about it. Wow. I had kind of always assumed that sexual orientation was protected like race, religion, and sex. It’s really not.

Speaking of religion . . . Part of one’s sexual identity is the ability to own it. Whether that’s being able to rent a hotel room for the night with your same-sex partner or being able to avoid unwanted pregnancy while still expressing yourself sexually, if you are unable to express it, then you are unable to own it. Religion- generally the Abrahamic ones- is often cited for reasons that one cannot or should not have access to safe birth control or be publicly homosexual. What that does is shut down much of the sexual identity of a large percentage of the population.

I am all for religious freedom. I grew up in Pennsylvania, a state created for religious freedom. (For those who don’t know, the Puritans were not about religious freedom, they were about the freedom to be the religious oppressors, so places like Pennsylvania and Rhode Island were started as havens for religious deviants. Like the Quakers that founded both.) However, I also grew up in a very, very Christian area so I recognize that if it is unchecked, religion can cause a lot of problems, too. There is a reason that our forefathers separated the churches from the state. When you mix politics and religion, the result is very, very messy.

What that brings me to is Hobby Lobby. I’ve been reluctant to shop there almost since I found them. It started with the sign on the door proclaiming that they’re closed on Sunday to allow for religious observation or some such. If you’re closed on Sunday, it’s not a stretch to guess it’s for religion- Christian religion- so it’s not really necessary to rub our noses in it. Then I found out that they don’t carry Hanukkah items because it goes against their religious values. (It seems they’re trying to take that one back.)

The thing that takes the cake, though, is that they believe that providing birth control to their female employees goes against the religious convictions of the company. That’s right. Their company’s got religion.

Here’s the thing. Obviously, they pride themselves on their Christian values and adherence to them. On an individual level, fine. But a company is not a person. (I’m ignoring the fact that, legally, they are. It’s absurd.) Also, this company is not setting itself up as a Christian company. The Family Christian Stores in town? I would walk into them expecting, well, lots of Christianity. I would not walk into a hobby store expecting it. I would expect them to be secular. Do you want to beat the drum of your religion? Then do it. But do it all the way. Or, just be a hobby store that’s closed on Sundays.

To contrast, there’s a small craft store I do frequent that is owned by someone for whom I think religion is very important. Church and other religious activities have been referenced in conversation, as has the owner’s faith. But it doesn’t rub me the wrong way. Why? Because it is the owner’s faith, not the store’s. It’s closed on Sunday, but the sign just says “closed.” Gatherings there tend to have a Christian tone if religion is brought up at all, but it’s not in any way expressed as “you’re one of us or you can’t be here.”

I suppose this is a long-winded way to say that we need to put our foot down when it comes to the Religious Right trying to base laws on their religion. If the law is that everyone has access to the same healthcare, then they all get it. Including access to safe contraception. If the law is that you serve whoever walks in your shop, then you serve them. If you don’t like it, then bitch about it at church on Sunday- but while they’re in your shop, you serve them. As humans, they deserve that much respect.

I’m still trying to figure out how one might be sure not to serve an undesirable.

“I would like to purchase a box of donuts.”

“That depends- are you a gay?”

Shaming Women

I recently watched the first two of the Atlas Shrugged trilogy. I loved how the decor and much of the clothing was very Art Deco, but the story itself is set just two years in the future. Well, started just two years in the future, anyway. I think someone had a lot of fun with that.

The story itself, much like the Leonardo DiCaprio’s Romeo and Juliet is very true to its source yet set in a different time. Unlike Shakespeare, though, this one blends pretty well. Unfortunately, there were unintended bits that wouldn’t raise eyebrows when the book was written in the 1950’s, but still apply in 2014. The one that really struck me was the reaction to the proof of infidelity.

For those who haven’t read the book or seen one of the movies, the government is pressuring Henry Rearden to give up the patents to a metal alloy he created that is putting regular steel to shame. He is a married man, and to turn up the heat, the government official shows him pictures of himself and Dagny Taggart, a woman who is not his wife. The most scandalous thing they’re doing is sharing kisses, but they do look very happy in the picture that has them walking hand-in-hand.

I don’t imagine you’ll suffer much, since your wife already knows . . . but, I can’t say the same for Miss Taggart, one of the most respected business women in the nation. Spotless reputation, a source of inspiration to young girls all across the country.

I don’t have a copy of the book, so I can’t compare it to the actual text, but that does seem pretty 1950’s, so I’m guessing it’s close. The problem is, I can also see it being said now. The person cheating? Eh, whatever, he’s a man. The person he’s cheating with? That whore! That homewreaker! She should be ashamed of herself and can’t be looked up to anymore as an inspiration!

That’s actually a pretty standard reaction to a situation where a married man cheats. Was it Bill Clinton who was shamed for the Cigar Incident? No. What about Brad Pitt? It was all that hussy Angelina Jolie’s fault. Off the top of my head, I can’t think of a single cheating man who got as much or more blame than the woman he cheated with. If I remember correctly, though, Kristen Stewart got all sorts of blame for cheating on Robert Pattinson.

The problem with this situation is that it takes two to tango. Dagny and Rearden fell in love because they were well suited to each other in a world that didn’t take kindly to either. It was mutual. Bill Clinton is pretty well recognized as a flirt and possibly a womanizer (or as much of one as Hilary lets him get away with). I doubt his affair with Monica Lewinski was one-sided. Kristen Stewart? I haven’t heard anyone suggest that she was seduced by the director and then given the movie role to keep her quiet.

Cheating is bad, but the one-sided shaming is worse. If a man who cheats can still be considered a hero (JFK comes to mind), then why can’t a woman? Or have we still not moved past a woman’s sexual fidelity being a very large part of her worth? When I think of our First Lady, the first thing that comes to mind is her arms, and how awful people think it is that she wears sleeveless blouses. After that comes her organic garden on the White House grounds and her campaign to fight childhood obesity. When I think of her husband, it’s his political wins and losses that come first. Somewhere down the line, way down the line, is that he pulls off polo shirts really well. There’s something wrong with giving what a woman does with her body the same level of importance as what a man does with his mind.

Why are women still bearing the shame for something that happens between consenting adults? Why are we permitting it? Why are men allowing it? If we are going to shame cheaters, then we need to shame the parties as they have earned it. Or, we need to rethink why we need to shame anyone.

Abortion in the News, Again

Rather than doing things like helping us get ready for another fire season or figuring out how to manage the damage the floods have done to our aging infrastructure, our legislature has decided to debate personhood. Again. Because that’s a totally awesome and useful way to spend the time we pay them to serve us.

What I got out of the article was this link found in the comments from a person who is pro-life due to religion. This whole debate drives me crazy, so let’s go ahead and address it. Let’s sit and think about each point the article brings up.

1. Abortion Offends God

I’ve heard this. Children, no matter how they arrive, are a gift from God and should be treasured. Well, if your God is giving gifts via rape and incest or sending gifts when the recipient can’t afford to keep it, it kind of makes him look like a jerk. Just like it’s rude to give a puppy to someone who can’t afford to take it to a vet, it’s rude to give a child to a person who can’t afford to take it to the doctor. On the subject of gods- I think abortion offends your God. You never asked what my God might think of it, did you? (Damn that religious freedom thing.)

2. The Unnoticed War

“By destroying the most basic human bond of all—that between mother and child—abortion dissolves the precious glue that binds our nation together.”

I think this man has never seen the interaction between a mother and an unwanted child. That is what will undo the fabric of society. A woman who chooses to have an abortion will have emotional scars from it. I don’t think anyone has seriously thought otherwise. However, they are all her own. A woman who is forced to bear and raise a child she doesn’t want (for whatever reason) is passing scars onto the child. A child who will have trouble loving. A child who will have trouble making meaningful connections. A child who will scar others as it grows. Also, do we really need the 56 million Americans this “war” has claimed in the last 41 years? Aren’t we having enough trouble employing the ones we’ve got?

3. Life starts at the moment of conception

This is from Other Helpful Facts at the bottom: “The unborn baby’s heart starts beating at 20 days4 and the brain gives off brainwaves at 40 days. If these factors are used by the law to determine death, why can’t they be used to determine life?”

Sir, either life begins at conception, or it begins when the brain and heart are running. Pick one. I would also like to point out that it is some time before the fetus can survive outside the womb (21 weeks, according to him). Prior to that, it is not a person. It is a parasite. A person can survive outside of an environment that is perfectly suited to nurture it. This also brings to light the question of miscarriages, or spontaneous abortions. If a woman’s body rejects a fetus at some point, is she guilty of murder? I suppose no more than involuntary manslaughter since she didn’t try it. Almost every woman I know that has had a child has had at least one miscarriage. And you think our jails are full now . . .

4. Mankind must protect life whenever possible

Says the religious group that seems to love war and the death penalty.

5. Abortion is unsafe

“Compared with other medical procedures, the abortion industry is largely unregulated. Although there are no exact statistics for the number of women who die from botched procedures, LifeDynamics.com compiled a list of 347 women killed by legal abortions since 1973.2

Fair enough, it is highly unregulated. Mostly because we can’t all seem to agree that it’s allowed to exist. Note that he didn’t address the number of deaths caused by illegal abortions in places where they can’t get a legal one. Because they do and always have happened whether it’s legal or not. Possibly because without regulation, we can’t track them. To provide a number of my own, between 2006 and 2009 there were 2,689 pregnancy-related deaths in America. It also appears that the likelihood of maternal death is increasing. I wonder how many lives those legal abortions might have saved . . .

6. A biogenetic Tower of Babel

I’m really not sure how cloning is a problem with abortion. Stem cells probably do make things easier, but I’m quite sure we could continue on that path without them.

7. Breaking the abortion cycle

“Abortion is a sin that perpetuates evil. The abortion mentality destroys the family by making it more difficult for new Americans who survive beyond the womb to find the family welded together by the indissoluble bond of marriage solely between a man and a woman. Children need families that will nurture them, guard their innocence and develop their personalities. In particular, all children must find within their homes the Faith that enables them to know, love and serve God in this world and be happy with Him forever in the next. As long as the traditional family remains in crisis, we will never sever the power lines that supply the abortion mills. As long as the Faith remains dead in souls, we will never wipe out the moral rot of sexual immorality, which is the contaminated soil where the abortion movement grows and flourishes.”

Holy Mother of Pearl. Really? A woman who’s had an abortion can’t love and nurture other children? An abortion will dissolve a marriage? (Sometimes they do, but sometimes they save them.) Only the sexually immoral ever seek abortions? (Way to victim-blame.) I will bring this up again: your Faith, your God- not mine. I was raised in a happy home where my parents were still married to their first spouse, my innocence was nurtured, and we did not partake in your style of Faith. I was also raised to be pro-choice because I chose to  be, and to embrace my sexuality. The horror!

8. Roe v. Wade: 40 Years of Lies

Yep, more abortions were performed than people were killed in Hitler’s Germany. However, an abortion is performed on a fetus and releases the fully-realized mother from the burden of bearing and raising it. Hitler killed fully-realized humans. There is a difference.

9. Addressing an abortionist

“You were once an enchanting child, as all babies are. Today you are an abortionist, a killer of babies. Do you not regret your wicked deeds? Do you not see the innocent blood of our children that stains your hands and cries out to God? Have you no shame as did our first parents when they sinned against God? Why do you not turn to Him today, seek His forgiveness and His strength never again to murder the innocent? Would you not rather bring children into the world than destroy them? Children you could raise with respect for life to take the place of those you robbed from God?”

Addressing and anti-abortionist: You are the child of a woman, as all children are. Today, you are an oppressor of women, a stealer of choice. Do you not regret your wicked deeds? Do you not see the innocent lives of our women who are given no other worth than that which they bear? Have you no shame for stealing the same choices your mother had? Why do you not turn to her today, to seek her forgiveness, and her strength, and to never presume to take a woman’s choices from her? Would you not rather protect the women of this world than destroy them? Women who will have the knowledge and ability to make the choices that you would rob from them?

10. The slippery slope

“Yesterday it was contraception. Today it’s abortion and same-sex “marriage.” Will it be widespread euthanasia tomorrow? Then what…? Once abortion is universally accepted, what logical arguments will stop euthanasia and other forms of murder and brutality?”

That slope slips both ways. Today it’s rejecting abortion and same-sex marriage. Will it be forcing women back into dresses tomorrow? Then what? Once abortion is rejected, what logical arguments will there be against restraining a woman to keep an unwanted pregnancy? Impregnating lesbians because that’s all they’re good for? Will she have any rights to argue for by then?

I’ve had running through my head “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s.” Matthew 20:21. Inserting things that offend your God into government rules is stepping on Caesar’s toes. If this is going to be fought, it must be fought with facts, not faith. 300 women dying in 40 years of abortion is a very weak fact to base your case on.

The other thing that pro-lifers forget, or overlook, is that just because abortion is legal, that doesn’t mean it’s required. We assume that a woman (or, in the case of an under-age pregnancy, her parents) are adults and capable of thinking through serious decisions. If she chooses to have an abortion, she has a safe, regulated way to do so. If it’s not legal, she may choose to have one anyway and won’t have a safe way to do so. However, it is also the woman’s right to choose to keep the child. If her faith, or her conscience, or her heart tell her to keep it, she has that choice.

Yes, I Am Difficult

I have pretty much always recognized that I’m not the easiest person to deal with. I’m totally worth the effort, but if you are really going to get to know me, you will have to put forth some effort. For a long time, I tried to hide or balance that fact by having a very pleasant, easy-to-like personality for more shallow interactions. Are you the girlfriend of the week of one of my male friends? I’ll be nice and stuff, but that’s a surface interaction for me. We are unlikely to ever get to know each other because you just won’t stick around long enough. This happens to apply to a lot of coworkers and friends of friends. Why? Because it’s easier for me to put up a facade in those cases than to be me. Getting to know me takes effort on your part- and on mine. I’m only going to expend it if I think it’s worth the energy I have to muster for it. Lately, though, the facade has gotten annoying outside of required interactions. If you’re not going to like me for who I am, then why should I foster the relationship?

I’m explaining this because as a woman on a particular social site, I get a fair amount of unsolicited friend requests. I’m not so inundated that I can’t read them all, but I am choosy about those I accept. I like internet friends, so being from another city or state isn’t a reason to be rejected. However, being boring or potentially dangerous is a reason to be rejected. When an unsolicited friend request comes in, I go and check out the profile. After all, maybe the sender is shy or isn’t the best with language, so they’re silently asking me to start the interaction. If the profile is interesting, I’ll probably accept. If it’s empty, and you haven’t sent me a note to catch my interest, you’ll be rejected.

Some time ago I got a friend request with a pretty empty profile that looked suspiciously familiar. It still offered nothing of interest, so it got rejected. Again, I’m pretty sure. The next day, I again got a friend request without any sort of note. The profile still hadn’t been improved. This time, I rejected it and sent him a note:

“Dude. I have said no because you have given me absolutely no reason to say yes. Give me a reason to say yes or piss the fuck off.”

His response:

“Ok …I like talking to nicer people, so bye :)”

Was my note as polite as maybe it could have been? Nah. But that’s because on strike three, the rejection has to be stepped up. Clearly he wasn’t accepting the polite rejection of not accepting the friend request. Please note that I did give him yet another chance to redeem himself. Had he come back with something smart/funny/interesting, he might have gotten further attention from me. Instead, he chooses to decide that I’m the difficult one.

Boring is pretty easy to spot, but potentially dangerous can be more difficult. I was having an online conversation with a guy that was charming and interesting, but occasionally I got a red-flaggish hint. When he pushed for us to meet, I declined. I couldn’t say exactly why, but I was not comfortable and I told him so. He continued to insist while insisting that he wasn’t insisting. That lack of acknowledgement did make a red flag pop up. Then he confirmed that he wasn’t all that good at respecting boundaries. That, in and of itself is bad enough. Considering some of the claims he was making in his profile, that was scary. Right about then I cut contact.

I did reach out to him once after that, but promptly realized I’d made a mistake and let him know that I was cutting contact again because I shouldn’t have resumed it in the first place. He has since sent me a lot of notes. Folks, when you’re getting notes like that from someone who has triggered red flags- hold on to them. Hopefully he won’t escalate into full-blown stalking, but if he does, I want a paper trail.

The note that confirmed that I had made the right decision asked me to “just bend a bit and meet [him]” because he’s not ignoring my fears, he’s “just trying to help [me] get over some of them.” Maybe some of my fears are irrational, but that’s not his decision to make. The only time boundaries should be crossed and fears bypassed is if the person with the boundaries and fears believes it needs to happen. I firmly believe that someone that can’t respect boundaries will never be the person to change mine.

I freely admit that I am difficult. I am difficult because I have no other choice. I am difficult, because that’s what a woman gets called when she doesn’t meekly accept compliments she doesn’t want, or friend requests with no substance. I am difficult because I have boundaries and I am learning that I am the only person who will defend them. I am difficult because I am a woman who is rediscovering her self-worth and is willing to defend it and the world doesn’t seem to like that.

I am difficult, and I am ok with that.

What is Rape Culture?

I was talking to a couple of folks the other day and the conversation came around to rape culture and the generalized distrust of men by women in today’s society. I don’t think I was able to clearly articulate to them why those are both things that really do need to be considered when thinking about why women are the way they are. I’d like to take another crack at it here.

I recently found out that bees will sting you if you wear black. I don’t know exactly why it provokes that reaction, but it does.

Early one summer evening, a young woman is getting ready to go out with her friends. She happens to look and feel good when she’s wearing black, so she incorporates it into her outfit. Not too much- she didn’t want to be a walking target for bees, but it made her happy to include some. Later, the group of friends was walking along, minding their own business, nowhere near any known beehives, when a random bee shows up and stings her.

There are pretty much two ways to look at this. The first is that it was an animal. It couldn’t help itself. Animal lovers can tell you, though, that if an animal has become a danger to humans, it is at best locked away indefinitely, and only released once re-training has been clearly demonstrated to have made the animal safe. More often than not, though, it is promptly put down so that it can’t hurt anyone else. The extinct lions, and tigers, and bears will bear witness to our decisiveness when it comes to an animal that we consider to be dangerous.

For the second way, let’s pretend the bee has human-level intelligence. It saw the young woman in black and it got excited. Whether it was attracted or pissed off is beside the point. It wanted to sting her. She had done nothing to its hive, she had done nothing to it. The bee could have flown past and gone on to collect nectar and pollan, but it decided that she was just too exciting, so it gave in to the urge and stung her.

There is, of course, a third way of looking at it. She shouldn’t have worn black. There are two problems with this, though. The first is that she has to remove something from her wardrobe that makes her happy just because it might provoke a poor reaction in some passing bee. She’s smart enough not to walk up to a beehive in head-to-toe black and poke the beehive, but she would have to give up wearing black all the time if she wants to never risk being stung by a bee. The second problem is that you don’t have to be wearing black to be stung by a bee. Sometimes a passing bee will just sting you. Therefore, she is losing a part of her self-expression and doing it really gains her nothing. Which brings me to the second point.

A friend of the first young woman heard the story, so she did purge black from her closet. The other thing that she started doing was to keep a wary eye on any bee in her vicinity, since her friend’s sting had been completely unprovoked. She herself had never poked a hive or done anything that would be grounds for being stung. One day, a passing bee befriended her. They got to know each other, and spent a lot of time with each other. She decided that, obviously, not all bees were bad. Her friend must have done something to the first bee to make it sting her. A couple of months into the relationship she and her bee were in a meadow enjoying the sun and the flowers. She was wearing a pretty white dress, since it was the most soothing color for her bee friend. That was when he stung her.

When the young women went out in the future, they were very wary of interactions with bees. This wariness spread to their friends. The sweet, bumbly bees protested that they were being treated badly just because they were bees. The young women were shamed for not trusting the bumbly bees. However, there was no visible difference between the sweet bumbly bees and the ones that sting. There wasn’t really any way to know which was which until the young woman got stung. The bumbly bees also did nothing to purge their own ranks of the stinging bees. It wasn’t really their problem, after all.

Once upon a time, people thought that if a young woman was modest, and had a good reputation, and only spent time with men of good reputation, that she was safe from rape. In fact, up until 1996, it was legal in all but 17 states and DC for a husband to force sex on his wife. These days, forcing sex on your wife is correctly labeled as rape, but it’s kind of scary that it wasn’t necessarily legally rape into the 90s. We have also come to the conclusion that between 73% and 90% of rapes are committed by a person the victim knows. Being escorted home from a date by your boyfriend is no longer absolute proof against being raped. After all, he might do it.

One other thing that we know now that wasn’t common knowledge in the past is that almost one out of five women has been the victim of a completed or attempted rape. When your chances are one in five of being raped, the odds really are against you. I would also suggest that because of the low percent that are reported and the situations that a woman may not admit are rape, it may even be more pervasive than that.

Rape culture is a culture in which people are raped and it is almost considered the norm. It is a culture where rapists are slapped on the wrist and victims are shamed and blamed for something that happened to them. It is a culture where no one says not to tell a rape joke because you might hurt the joker’s feelings. No consideration is given to the rape victim that overhears it and will have another night of nightmares. After all, the joke was funny, right?

Women distrust men because society has placed the burden of our protection on our shoulders. Just recently, I started seeing somewhat tongue-in-cheek posters and online posts that were telling men how not to rape. These were in reaction to the ones that had been around for years, if not decades, telling women how to not be raped. In other words, society is only now starting to realize that the problem isn’t because her skirt was too short or she was drinking. The problem is that HE’S A RAPIST. Until society as a whole places the burden on the perpetrator of the crimes, the victims have to assume that they can’t rely on anyone but themselves to stay safe.

In conclusion- I love men. Always have. But I’m not going to trust that hot stranger I met in the bar right off the bat because I don’t know if he’s a bumbly bee or a stinging bee. Society has told me I have to protect myself, so I will. For all of you misunderstood bumbly bees out there- stop complaining that we don’t trust you and start helping us make a world where we can trust you. Rape culture only benefits rapists. Let’s build a culture that benefits everyone else.

I’m Not That Messed Up

I’ve been working on a project inspired by the phenomenon sweeping our nation called 50 Shades of Twilight. (I know that technically they’re two different stories, but we all know they aren’t.) I’ve been combing through both series to pull out the pertinent plot points. (Stop laughing- I have to call the scenes something.) I’ve been working for quite a while now to weave them together into some sort of cohesive story. (Also, to add a plot- still working on that.) This was first inspired after reading 50 Shades of Grey and hearing that this story was touted as an adult romance to aspire to. We’ve all heard that. Christian Grey is the new Sean Connery or something? (Sorry, Christian- without the accent, you don’t stand a chance. I don’t care how tousled your hair is.)

My brain started working, changing the story, asking what if as a good writer always does. What it came up with was: What if a real-life person did meet and fall in love with a real-life Ice Prince? What would really happen in a relationship with the sort of man girls (Twilight) and women (50SoG) are being told to attach themselves to? What would happen if the Ethnic Friend (don’t tell me you don’t know who that is) was actually called on trying to force his affections on her?

I had just finished the 50 Shades series when I started this, and I re-read the first two in the Twilight series. Ok, I thought, I have this. Jose was exaggerated from Jacob when he assaulted the female lead. I can tone it back down a bit because, honestly, of all the characters, I like Jacob the best. He can be a bit of an idiot, but he’s a 16-year-old boy. Also, while a lot of Edward’s behavior is really not ok, he is a 100-year-old vampire with his first girlfriend. Which makes Christian worse, since Christian is supposed to be wholly human and raised in contemporary circumstances. 50 Shades of Grey really is the worse example- and not just because of the writing.

Then I started reading the Sporkings of Twilight. Oh dear god. (Careful about clicking on that link if you have anywhere you need to be in the next few days. It’s a little addictive.) I knew that I’d read just the surface when I was reading the books, and I’d still quit the first time after reading New Moon. For the second go-round, I actually switched from Team Jacob to Team Edward when reading New Moon. Edward deserved Bella. Jacob was something of an idiot, but he still deserved better. After all, he had the potential to outgrow the idiocy.  Apparently my brain had just shut out everything that happened in Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.

For the sporkings, counts are kept of the most egregious problems. A new one was added just for Eclipse. It was called “I’m Gonna Rape You” and it tallied whenever a character did something that was easily read as rape-tastic. The final count? 152. The only reason it didn’t come in as the highest count is because it tied with You Racist Bastards. There was one scene, though, that really made me start to re-think whether or not I was up to the task of dealing with these characters. I think I’ll leave this in the hands of das-mervin. (Trigger warning for that link.)

I just . . . I can’t . . . I think I’m going to stick with ignoring everything that happens in Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. There are a couple of things that I must include, like the baby, and maybe the bruising sex, but I’m going to admit that there are things I just can’t write. I can’t write that many genuinely screwed up characters. And I can’t write a male romantic interest that thinks it’s ok to rape his girl into loving him. I can’t turn an awkward, but generally likeable, character into that big of a douche.

I’m starting to think that I’m not messed up enough to write in the “tradition” of Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey. I’d say that was a good thing if I wasn’t sort of hoping for an insta-best-seller.