I'm not in fanfic circles, either, but I do see a lot of that same sort of response whenever any women found a "women-oriented" theater. There's a lot of mocking and rolling-of-eyes, and demands for inclusion, because if excluding women is wrong, so is excluding men.

Huh. Yeah, I can see that.

Not the "if excluding women is wrong, so is excluding men" part. I mean that the phenomenon exists.

When I was briefly in fanfic I happened to stumble into a primarily male group. Now these were good writers...and we would have LOVED it if a woman had decided to write in our little corner. But in perusing other groups I saw a lot of "womens don't get how *we* do our superheroes" and then the same guys would say, in regard to primarily women-attended fanfic groups "YOU GUYS ARE WAY ELITIST YOU ELITIST BEE-YOTCHES YOU! Also, why do you guys always think Batman is boning Clark?"

And, even among the group I was part of there was a fair amount of "We'd love it if a woman, or women, would write with us. On the other hand...I don't understand their fic in other groups."

I, personally, have found that a large portion of the fic I've read in primarily women fic-groups is not to my taste. Not that it's bad...it's just, I dunno..."Not how *I* see [character X]". But I didn't think about that being a gender issue until just now, actually. I just thought I had a narrow vision of [character X] that I was comfortable with because, well...I'm right, the universe is wrong, yadda yadda.

Anyway. My 2/100th of a buck.

Okay, killed the thread. Backing away slowly....

And you wonder why we don't have any friends.

I assumed it was because of the constant experimenting on them to further my plan for world domination. I guess I was wrong.

No, it's the inability to not run your mouth.

*smooch*

I found all those recording devices in my lamps the time you were over. You can't come again until the electro-magnetic shield is installed.

Sorry, Allyson. That was my fault. I forgot to pat him down before we came over. (Did you find the one in your mascara?)

All I was trying to say was [*we interrupt this post in the interests of common sense. The poster obviously has no idea how to say what he intends or explain the complexities of what he feels, thinks, or thinks he feels. For the common good we have stepped in to overwrite his rambling, nonsensical and, frankly, inadvertently offensive justification of his prior post to instead present this surreal joke:

Q. Why couldn't Bob go through the revolving door?

A. Because he had a javelin through his skull.

We now return you to the inane post nearing its end. Thank you.

This has been a Public Service by the More Discreet Part of Miracleman's Brain. Yes, the More Discreet part. Frightening, isn't it?*] with a platypus up his ass!

That's all I meant.

No, it's the inability to not run your mouth.

That's the part I like about him.

Bob likes carrots!