The arrogance of this just floors me.

I'm tempted to invite myself to their home to review their literature, to make sure none of it offends my beliefs.

Not that I'd do it, but I can only assume from their statements that they woudn't object if I did. Equal treatment for all, and all that.

Not that I'd do it, but I can only assume from their statements that they woudn't object if I did.

Oh, I think it's a pretty sure bet they'd object, very likely with a gun.

On a different note, from this morning's Toronto Star: Chick lit invades Ireland.

This is probably going to raise some hackles, and that isn't what I'm trying for here, but as a writer who doesn't write chick lit, that "Hyperion pays $1M for US rights" really depressed me. I know, it's market, bottom line, it ought to sell and earn out, yada yada, but for fuck's sake, how much money should popcorn be worth? This particular books sounds, not only like popcorn, but like lite popcorn, with artificial caramel flavouring. And she's completely untried, nothing to base that number on in the US market yet.

I'm just going to hope it earns out, so that Hyperion can buy more books from other writers. Le sigh.

I'm really surprised that The Amber Spyglass isn't on that list.

I think most of those list-compilers don't actually read the "offensive" books. I think they go through them looking for certain key words or something.

People were calling up and saying things like "It's on at 6pm when my kids are watching, why should I have to explain homosexuality to them?"

This is an issue where I'm a bit divided. See, I believe that parents should have the right to raise their children according to their religious beliefs. At the same time, I think it's really, really stupid to try to shelter a child from everything that has the parent might see as confusing, frightening, offensive, different, etc.

I also think the parents have the right to tell their child thay they are not allowed to read a certain book or watch a certain program. At the same time, what they don't have is the right to forbid other peoples' children from reading or watching the offensive material.

Tricky stuff.

I'm with you Anne. And I think parents do have a responsibility to explain how things in the world fit into their moral framework. I would disagree with people who use a book about gay people to explain to their kids that homosexuality is a sin and gay people will rot in hell, but I wouldn't disagree with their right to do just that. But you can't "protect" your kids from the world.

My step-mother went to elementary school in Ithaca NY, then junior high in Atlanta GA. When she started high school in Sacramento CA she was told she had a "speech defect" and sent to remedial English. Made her so mad she is now a Ph.D. in linguistics.

I'm a So. California native. My dad's family is all from NJ. When I was 7, I had to see a speech therapist because I had a NJ accent in California. To this day if they have to guess, people still think I'm from the east coast.

On the Merry/Mary/Marry note...I say them Mehrry/Mairy/Maiyry

I've got an accent that's a bizarro blend of London-East Coast-West Coast and, when I'm really tired, Canada.

People have no idea where I'm from.

People have no idea where I'm from.

People say the same about me. The accent itself if very bland, midwestern-y generally. BUT, it has hints of the south and England in it as well in words and phrasing.

People ask me about my accent all the time. I've heard guesses ranging from Irish to tony East Coast boarding school, both wrong. I think it's because my mother spoke English as a second language, and I picked up an emphatic pronunciation from her textbook English. What's interesting is that my little sister hasn't a trace of the accent thing. I figure she must have learned a lot from me. A generic American intonation, how to swim and ride a bike, and why the Ramones were the coolest ever.

Pronunciation:

A woman I worked with many many moons ago called a resident of the nursing home we worked at Ms. Camp-bell. When I corrected her with "cam-bell. the p is silent", she stared at me and asked how I knew.

"Do you call it camp-bell's soup?"

"Yes."

I left her alone.

Yikes! I do an almost Camp-bell pronunciation. I pronounce the 'P' very softly, so you can't really hear it. I basically slur the the p and the b together. Thank you for correcting the error of my ways!!!