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A good bit more snow yesterday. Then, because this is Rhode Island, the temperature actually went up after sunset, and there as a smattering of rain. There was some sun this morning, but that's mostly gone now. It's currently 33˚F, with the windchill at 20˚F, and we have a high wind warning. I expect this snow will be with us for at least a week. My mind is still accustomed to mid February being when the first hesitant signs of spring show themselves, offering a little relief from the pall of winter, and I'm always going to be that way.

Why yes, I do think that, thanks in part to identity politics, many people are too goddamn sensitive and that it's a threat to the arts. This for example. The day a publisher asks me to submit a manuscript to a "sensitivity editor" is the day...well...that they cease to be my publisher.

The weirdest thing for me about being where I am right now – well, one of the weirdest things – is that we've now lived in this house since June 2, 2008. That's 8 years, 8 months, 12 days. Before this, then longest I'd ever lived anywhere was about four years, and that only happen twice, once at my beloved Liberty House in Birmingham and once when I was a kid, a crappy old house by the cement plant in Leeds. We've moved around a lot when I was young, not because I was a military brat or anything like that, but because my dad was a drunk and we were frequently evicted for not paying the rent. There were lots of times we were in an apartment or a house for only a few months. After I left home, I continued that habit of frequently moving. To me, it's normal, like spring beginning in February. So, to have lived in one place for almost nine years, that's actually kind of terrifying. I should have been out of here by 2012, at the latest.

Last night I watched an episode of Saturday Night Live for the first time since at least the early 90s, and, I gotta say, Kate McKinnon's Kellyanne Conway was truly, impressively ghoulish. And yet still not half as scary as the real thing. Please note that here I am using "ghoul" in the Lovecraftian sense. Even Pickman couldn't do that woman justice. And I have no idea who that wretched Ed Sheeran person was, but ugh.

Now, time to make the doughnuts.

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast


( 7 comments — Have your say! )
Marc D. Goldfinger
Feb. 13th, 2017 03:29 pm (UTC)
Sensitivity editor?????
What the fuckin' fuck are they talking about? And you have to pay them to fuck up your manuscript too? I don't think so.
Michael Norwitz
Feb. 13th, 2017 05:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Sensitivity editor?????
I do consult with a person from a culture I'm writing about if I have my doubts over whether I could do it accurately, but I'd jump ship if I thought that was going to be imposed by a publisher.
Marc D. Goldfinger
Feb. 14th, 2017 03:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Sensitivity editor?????
I could agree with that.
Feb. 13th, 2017 11:57 pm (UTC)
Fear of offending someone with the art you do now necessitates the creation of someone to tell you that you're doing it wrong. Did Terry Gilliam make this up? Are there going to be Wrong Art Inspectors knocking at my door? With a hammer?
Feb. 14th, 2017 12:23 am (UTC)
Even Pickman couldn't do that woman justice.

Well said. Aaaagh.
Eric Cantwell
Feb. 14th, 2017 04:21 am (UTC)
Just today I left a ramble on Facebook about how I've become disenfranchised with the odd conformist side of what it now means to be "liberal." I miss the old days when being liberal meant being independent and unique, but now it seems to come with a check list of unspoken Orwellian ideals. The biggest sin is to offend somebody, and there can be no spoken differences in the common traits of men, women, or cultures. Any pre-2000 cartoon or kids TV show is now allocated as being for adult amusement only and usually will come with a disclaimer to this effect due to its racial insensitivity and/or violence (Tom and Jerry, Sesame Street on video... I kid you not). All sexual relationships are now "love"... and beautiful. To say otherwise is offensive. And finally... criticism is out, because everyone is now a genius and an artist, because we are all special. I mean, give me a break. Anyway, there's my gripe.

Edited at 2017-02-14 05:11 am (UTC)
Hogue McMann
Feb. 15th, 2017 07:47 pm (UTC)
The day a publisher asks me to submit a manuscript to a "sensitivity editor"...

I cannot help but imagine the manuscript from The Shining, just with artfully arranged paragraphs of "Trigger" instead of "All work and no play...."
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