somebody should write an essay comparing and contrasting tina from bob’s burgers and meg from family guy and explain why tina hit the mark for respectfully portraying the awkward teenage years and why meg is a huge fucking insensitive joke that isn’t even funny
Tina is a character, Meg is a punchline.
wow that’s a pretty concise essay
I find Family Guy unwatchable for how utterly awful they are to Meg. It’s an awful show, and unfunny, but that just goes beyond even crass humor into flat out mean.
"Buy" as in, for a limited time, I’ve let them loose on free download. At my expense. Not because I do this just for money, but because it’s been 2 years and book 3: Winterblood, will be live soon and deviously I want to get you hooked on lovely old school ish vampires full of mayhem and evil and fun and somehow it might all work out in the end.
So do an indie author a favor, I, and my loyal supporters who talk me through plot holes and edit for me and format for me, and do my gorgeous covers… enjoy. A lot of work goes into these books and I love writing them.
If you really like it ( or if you hate it), feel free to drop me a line.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
No matter how much I get done, between jewelery work and writing and childcare and keeping the house nonbiohazardy, there’s this constant song of “you’re kind of a failure” when y’know, you need the heavy duty pain meds and a nap and you fall short of getting everything done because there’s only so much time in the day.
I’m not powered by the need for glory. I’m powered by the fear I’ll fail and accomplish nothing.
book 3: well, novella 3, is done. Cover done. editing done. 60k and around 180 pages done. 18 months of writing ( more or less) done. Off to the “tech department” aka, husband who will format it and we can fire it through ye old digital press and small print dudes and lo, a book.
I’m quite happy. Every book, the writing gets better as it should, the characters are awesome, the story is great, it’s what I hoped i could make of it, and I’m really excited.
Been there. Been to that edge many times. It always lurks. I’ve tried meds and therapy and checked myself into hospital and I’ve seen it take one of the kindest, sweetest guys I ever knew, and had only the shortest time to know and I still feel gutted to this day, nearly ten years now.
I’m not heartless. I just don’t know what to say anymore. It cuts so close.