I think $2,500 is more than I'd pay to meet anyone unless they were going to be handing me a cooler with donor organs for a sick relative at the meet-n-greet.
Oh, no, I'm totally with you there. I mean, if it were somebody I really thought it would be fun to have dinner with, and that social skills would trump awkwardness - say Stephen Fry or Terry Pratchett - then I'd maybe go up to, eh, twenty quid. Maybe thirty. If it were for charity. If it were just a monetary exchange, then I don't think anything could ameliorate the squick, but if it were a fundraiser for a good cause, then I could see that.
So any hypothesising involving a large cash sum would also mean I was, you know, Bill Gates rich.
I spent the waiting time offering up silent prayers to whatever PTB was listening that the screamy-teeny fangirls next to me didn't do anything inappropriate.
Sadly, it's not screamy-teenies to worry about. I was at a con in London, and a middle-aged woman asked Michael Shanks of Stargate for a "cheeky hug". Poor guy, not knowing what a "cheeky hug" was, said okay. He hugged her and she grabbed his derriere. Needless to say, he was a bit startled.
I take my hat off to the other Brits in the audience; they laid into her afterwards. At a Q & A, one graciously and publicly apologized to Michael Shanks on behalf of the rest of her countrymen in attendance. He graciously accepted, while the Cheeky Hugger was too embarrassed to show her face again.
BTW, it should be noted, he does have a nice ass.
Sadly, it's not screamy-teenies to worry about. I was at a con in London, and a middle-aged woman asked Michael Shanks of Stargate for a "cheeky hug".
nods
And then we have the grownups in
Twilight
fandom, before whose cracktastic lack of boundaries all others flee in dread. Bloodplay: not an appropriate way of showing admiration to an actor, ladies and gentlem well, ladies.
Bloodplay: not an appropriate way of showing admiration to an actor, ladies and gentlem well, ladies.
I find myself horrified already, without even knowing what happened, but... what happened?
Hmm...could I legally start charging people $1000 for "lunch" with me and neither of us go to jail? 'Cause that beats my current job all to hell.
I find myself horrified already, without even knowing what happened, but... what happened?
As I understand it, young Robert Pattinson (who plays the sparkly vampire in the movie) is having to get used to tweenies and their mums approaching him with necks bared, asking him to bite them. Sometimes they have already drawn blood, to be more tempting and sexy. To the
normal boy who just plays a fucking vampire in the movies.
And then there are the Twilight Moms who drive around the town where the book is set, and curb crawl cheerleaders, and offer to buy the clothes off their backs.
Twilight
fandom: not the fainthearted. Or those who have any partiality to actual vampire fiction. Or indeed any literary taste at all.
t /snob.
...oh, okay, that tag doesn't seem to close. Damn.
Sometimes they have already drawn blood, to be more
tempting and sexy psycho and scary
Twilight fandom: not the fainthearted. Or those who have any partiality to actual vampire fiction. Or indeed any literary taste at all.
I want an embroidered sampler of this to hang on my wall.
Hmm...could I legally start charging people $1000 for "lunch" with me and neither of us go to jail? 'Cause that beats my current job all to hell.
If the book takes off, I am contemplating offering my services as Gothy Wardrobe Consultant to people who would be willing to pay for travel and my fees. Because then I could afford more corsets and fluffy skirts, yesindeedy.
