| M. C. A. Hogarth ( @ 2008-04-06 13:18:00 |
| Current mood: | O_O |
| Entry tags: | philosophy, writing |
Jaguar, Hater of Teh Wimmenz
Meanwhile, in other news... I periodically hunt around the web for mentions of my name to see how well my marketing's working. In the process, I ran into a discussion of the Jokka stories on a discussion board, wherein I was called a bad furry copy of Ursula Le Guin ("Just because it's a step above the quality of bad furry fanfic doesn't mean it has anything profound to say"), which was... bemusing enough.
But then they called me a misogynist. Which hit me somewhere between the eyes.
The response: "MCA Hogarth isn't a man, you idiot."
"Even better. Another woman full of self-hatred and with gender issues."
There was a brief discussion where evidence was raised to prove this point based on the Jokka stories, at which point the thread devolved into the usual forum trolling.
I admit I was stunned into silence by the discussion, and I spent a few days thinking about it. The temptation to say "That's not what I meant!" is strong, but also pointless... because I wasn't trying to say anything when I wrote those stories. Not on purpose. And you can't defend yourself against accusations based on your secret feelings.
For all I know, they're right. It makes me wonder.
Everyone brings their own thing to the art, and you don't have any control over what they think or take away from it. I suppose that means there will be people convinced I hate women (or myself)... along with all the other amazing things that have been assumed about me based on what I write (including at least two people who think I have Lisinthir's kinks, which is... uh... a pretty impressive assumption).
Still... being called a bad furry copy of Ursula Le Guin... there are worse things. I guess.
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