I've been infected
Jun. 12th, 2002 12:53 pmIt's a terrible virus, and I blame it entirely on Jane Austen, the age of 12 and sparkly dancing boys.
There is entirely too much bad slash out there. Like, really bad. Worse than romance novels on crack with a side of melodrama and a dash of soap opera. I'm protected from it for the most part, save when Lori decides to regale me with it in depth, just to see me twitch and squirm. Unfortunately, I still stumble across it from time to time.
My immediate reaction is to hide. Or twitch violently and stick my fingers in my ears and chant 'lalalala'. My secondary reaction is parody, however. I love a good parody. Even a bad one will have me smiling. So when I read Jane Austen's Love and Freindship (misspelling intentional) from her Juvenilia, and then stumble across an execrable Nsync slash story... well.
A Parody, wherein the members of the singing group Nsync become, not just girls, not just teenage girls, but teenage girls of the Regency period.
( Love and Freindship, Part the First )
There is entirely too much bad slash out there. Like, really bad. Worse than romance novels on crack with a side of melodrama and a dash of soap opera. I'm protected from it for the most part, save when Lori decides to regale me with it in depth, just to see me twitch and squirm. Unfortunately, I still stumble across it from time to time.
My immediate reaction is to hide. Or twitch violently and stick my fingers in my ears and chant 'lalalala'. My secondary reaction is parody, however. I love a good parody. Even a bad one will have me smiling. So when I read Jane Austen's Love and Freindship (misspelling intentional) from her Juvenilia, and then stumble across an execrable Nsync slash story... well.
A Parody, wherein the members of the singing group Nsync become, not just girls, not just teenage girls, but teenage girls of the Regency period.
( Love and Freindship, Part the First )