What is the point of blogging against racism if racists are there in our corner of cyberspace? I am considerably more concerned about them than I am even about mad Christians who beat original sin out of their children.
I am less convinced than I was that the fannish apocalypse is upon us, but once things have quietened down, and we have all made sure to beahve with more prudence than hitherto, we really need to address the issue of what groups we are prepared to share LJ with.
On the bright side, Big Love continues to surprise and delight. Omigod, they actually went there, with Evil Rhonda blackmailing Heather over Heather's unacknowledged sapphic feelings for Sarah - 'I see how you look at her....You want to kiss her on the lips'. Could this be any scarier or more wrong? The weird ex-polygamist campaigner has set her sights on recruiting Sarah to her crusade and Rhonda will make it happen; the campaigner even knows that Rhonda is a manipulative little liar and is prepared to use her for the greater good...And in one of the show's finest touches ever, Rhonda gets to sing on TV and is so good she will probably become a star, and her singing lightens the dying of Roman Grant, the evil old Prophet who meant to marry her. Roman is mortally sick from being shot by a rival church's assassins, but it is his son who brings him home from hospital against medical advice, locks the door even against his own mother and then has him put to sleep like a sick animal. We knew Roman was going to die, but the idea that his son Albie has poisoned him to become the new prophet and throw his weight around is even squickier. Of course, Albie does not regard poisoning his father as murdering him - he talks of taking vengeance against Bill for the plotting that led to the shooting. Between mad evil Albie and silly silly Nikki his sister, all of this is shaping up to make the House of Atreus look like a tea-party I love this show so much, and so few of you are watching it...