Showing posts with label she's on an angry rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label she's on an angry rant. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Can She Even Do That?

I recently participated in a tour for the release of a self-published YA book (I won't mention the title here), but recently got an email from the author, via the publicist, saying this:
So I've been giving it a lot of thought and I've actually decided to change the "Ryan punch[ing Jill]" [scene] in my book. I didn't write it with the intent to offend anyone, but 3 reviewers so far have said how much it affected their reading experience ... I'm going to post on all three of the reviewers that the punch offended and tell them that the book has now been changed ... If there's any way you can send the following statement below to the reviewers that have not yet posted their reviews that would be great ... I had no idea it would offend so many people when I wrote it. I was thinking it was the future and everyone considers everyone an equal. (Kind of like when Apollo punches Starbuck on Battlestar.) Needless to say, now instead of Ryan punching Jill, Nancy pushes Jill aside so they can get into the limo. I changed it because it wasn't an important part of the book and I didn't want it to be a continuing focus. The important part is the three characters get into the limo. I'm sorry to anyone that was offended by the "punch."
Basically, the author is changing a plot detail because readers didn't receive it well. Seriously?

I do not in any way condone domestic violence, if that's what readers are taking this as, but the author had good reason to put this punching scene into the story. She even explains it herself: I was thinking it was the future and everyone considers everyone an equal. (Kind of like when Apollo punches Starbuck on Battlestar.). I even cheered Ryan on, because frankly, Jill was being a nasty bitch, repetitively taking blows at the female protagonist, Chelsan, and delaying her mission. She was threatening to kill Chelsan. I would have punched Jill too. No one would have complained.

But because a man, a big brawny boy makes the punch, suddenly readers find it offensive? What the fuck. To the three reviewers who gasped and raised their hands to their hearts when Jill was punched: a fictional story is not going to be up to par with your hypersensitive morals and beliefs, but you're going to have to accept it as it is. It's not like you don't appreciate physical violence; I'm sure if Chelsan, rather than Ryan, had punched Jill, you would have been fine. Jill isn't a weak helpless female and Ryan isn't an abusive pig — quite the opposite actually — because in context, Jill was being emotionally abusive towards Chelsan, and Ryan, her boyfriend, put an end to it because Chelsan was the weak defenseless one who couldn't do it on her own. He was protecting her! So your "male should never hit a female" policy doesn't even matter, okay? Call me a feminist, but I assure you, this is nothing to get your panties in a knot over. A punch is a punch and a person is a person. There have been bigger offenses in English literature (murder, rape, ACTUAL domestic violence). If you give the book a bad rating because it still left a bad taste in your mouth, fine. There will be a few straggly reviewers like you when it comes to any work of art. But bear in mind, if you're offended by such nature of human actions, you seriously need to reconsider your role as a book reviewer. You cannot hate on books just because you are offended. Maybe as a reader, yes, but as a reviewer, you need to be a little more open-minded. You need to distinguish what to judge a book upon. Content quality matters, content detail, given it furthers the plot, doesn't.

What I find even more absurd though, is that out of fear of negative reviews, the author goes and CHANGES it. To the author of the book in question: I'm sorry, but what happened to staying true to the story, to yourself? You cannot please every single reader, and cannot tweak your book for everyone's needs. If you had a good reason to add in a detail like that in the first place, keep it, don't be fickle and change it just because some people were offended by it. As an author, if you offending people, you're just doing your job.

Changing a scene based off others' wants will only deteriorate your original style. As a reader, I would lose respect for any writer who only wrote to quell an audience, who wasn't original and only lived to please the people. That isn't what fiction is about. It's a shame there are a few anal people took the punch the wrong way, but I'm saying it was fine, and that you shouldn't influence your writing off your readers.

It's about the story, not about the people reading it. I only pray other authors fully understand this rule of thumb.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

please release me, thanks.

That moment when your mind flutters to someone twenty-four hours a day and you silently but desperately beg them to just get the fuck out of your head. And it doesn't work.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

every time the rules change, you don't know how they change you

OK I'm actually in a really aggressive mood right now. My emotions lie somewhere in between exasperated and irritated as fuck, so bear with me. If this is interesting enough for you, keep reading, but don't judge. If it's too long for you, go fuck yourself.

I didn't move to Korean expecting to be romantically involved with anyone because I knew guys here would be different. I'm the type of girl who goes for the All-American boy (whether it be the sweet boy next door, to the badass dickface I hate falling for), and I knew in advance that type would be hard to find here. Korean boys, even the ones at this "international" school (where I'd say about 90% of the alumni are ethnically Korean), are definitely not like American guys in any which way. Not only the way they dress (cardigans, skinny jeans, loafers, anyone? Oh and don't get me started with the ear piercings), but also in personality (they are SUCH babies). But before I rant too much, I do want to put it out there that what I didn't expect was for them to actually be interested in me. Of course, I was open-minded (I've never dated an Asian guy but it's not like it's because I don't like them. That would be incredibly hypocritical/racist/absurd) to the notion of getting involved, but I didn't know it'd be this hard.

See, here in Korea, boys play hard to get. They do it consciously, and they do it to mess around with girls' heads on purpose. They act interested, then they fall off like leeches. One moment they're trying to convince you to go out with them, the next, they're hurt that you would even consider rejecting them and stop talking to you all together. I'm sorry... do guys have periods on this side of the world? Seriously. What. The. Fuck.

These are the kind of games GIRLS are supposed to play, not guys! Not in American standards anyway. Maybe my expectation of boys has become so high after growing up in the States (not that they were all that great even there), but isn't it common knowledge that boys do the chasing? Relationships are never easy, but now that I, for the first time, find myself constantly staring at my phone for a text message reply or staying on Skype til one in the morning in hopes that he'll come online so I can see his face that late in the night, I know why people come up with really depressing quotes and love songs and all that gooey shit.

I wasn't a bombshell in the States or anything, but guys definitely always came up to me when they were interested... and they stayed if the attraction was genuine. In some way, I even think I'm more "popular" at this school -- not in the conceited sense, but in that I'm well-known as not only the new girl in town, but also as the Twinkie as they maliciously call it. I know it's a derogatory term, but having never been referred to it before I moved to Korea, I'm not really going to let it get to me. It just means I'm Asian in physique but Western in ethics (yellow on the outside, white on the inside!) -- and it was definitely coined by some conformist Asian motherfucker who didn't fit into society after immigrating to the US. I don't want to sound condescending, but people are telling me that the more Korean kids are jealous of what I have -- the ability to speak fluently and live comfortably in a country everyone wants to speak fluently and live comfortably in -- so I'm not going to let their name-calling bother me. I'm sure if American kids were as blunt, egotistical, and publicly critical as they are, they would give them a whole lot of more shit than they could ever give to a 외국인 (Korean for "foreigner" as I'm called!) here. So I'll bite my tongue for now.

What I don't think I can hold in for too long, though, is the fact that my Twinkieness may be the reason guys are being so fickle around me. It's obvious they're interested (again, she said so humbly, but requests for phone numbers, comments/likes on all my Facebook pictures/statuses, and just plain being asked out, lol, gives me that impression. I'm not just fooling myself this time) but don't know how to keep a conversation alive. And they think that they can't keep my attention either. But the irony is that I am SO easy to please! I'm also very hard to anger, but more than a few times, boys here have pissed me off. I'm normally the chill one in the relationship (maybe not as chill as the guy... but he's always had to take part of the responsibility because I'd refuse to take it :p) but that's slowly changing. Huh. Maybe this gender reversal thing will give me a new perspective on relationships, which could potentially be a good thing. But for now, I hate it. I just want guys to approach me first again.

I'm compiling a bunch of random cheesy quotes because that's what I've been doing instead of studying for finals right now. Not all of it reflects my current mood, but it's definitely the kind of shit I find myself writing when I'm upset.

My love's labor:

Maybe one day you'll actually care about me.

When you love someone, you give them the unadulterated power to hurt you.

Truth is, I don't love you anymore. But it takes more than even you to destroy a girl like me.

I've accepted the fact that we can't be, but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one whose presence and thought is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots no matter how happy I am otherwise, and no matter how long its been.

We're all wandering straight along a crooked road.

Yeah, well, my heart wants to hurt you back, but I, for one, am not so self-serving as to let it.

Maybe if I wasn't so good at pretending to be happy, I might learn to actually be happy.


And these are a few I found and fell in love with:

Same old story that everybody knows: it's one heart holding on, one heart letting go.
-- Garth Brooks song

Just because her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry. And just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.
-- Unknown

Separate's always better when there's feelings involved.
-- OutKast song

To be with a man who hasn't tried every line, who hasn't broken up with a woman every which way you can break up with them, is kind of nice.
-- Uma Thurman

Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we're closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.
-- Desperate Housewives
I would rather be hit than ignored. I know how bad that sounds. I needed to tell you. 
-- PostSecret revelation

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

i hate people

Unfollowing. I will never understand why people do this. I realize there are people who follow my blog just because of bloghops. But there are also beautiful fabulous spectacular people who follow my blog just for the heck of it (Lord help them). If you're one of the latter people, this message totally isn't directed towards you.

I work hard to keep my blog updated and my readers happy. I check for comments, make posts that aren't JUST reviews, and try to interact with everyone as much as I can. I recently changed my giveaway rules so entrants don't have to be followers via Google Friend Connect because to be honest, the number of followers a blog has is not directly correlated to its readership. It takes one click of a button to "follow" a blog, but it takes a daily visit to truly keep up with it. I know, because there are a bunch of blogs I read on a daily basis, even if I'm not following them on GFC.

But then it's like, if you already are following, why would you take the extra step to unfollow my blog? It's not the follower count I'm concerned about, but knowing someone would deliberately press a button to unsubscribe to my sweat and tears is a cold slap in the face. Does my content annoy you? I really don't post that often. Does it offend you? Obviously, you're a little anal about anything that isn't completely kosher/virgin/chaste. Do you just hate having a long list of random websites on your "Blogs I'm Following" list that my blog happens to be on? Well, you're an asshole for following a random blog in the first place.

Every time I lose a follower, I'm like this




Bitch, you ruined my day





I'm going on a rant about this because it's not one or two followers I've lost. Ultimately, I've lost about twenty or thirty. It's hard to keep definite track, as I gain followers every day too (love you all!!), but people do unfollow regularly, I've noticed.

Thank you to the loyal followers, the ones who always keep coming back for more.

Fuck you I'm sorry to the straying followers who couldn't seem to endure what I offer. I hope you'll find what you're looking for elsewhere.

 I can't force every visitor into signing a contract saying "I PROMISE TO NEVER UNFOLLOW THIS BLOG, EVER" (though it would be nice). As a blogger, I'm assuming you won't leave me alone with just my words for company. It saddens me because the worst part is, most of the unfollowers probably don't even know how much their simple actions hurt me.

Ultimately, this is how I react to those lost readers
But it's no use because they're already gone.