RacisminRomance

by Candy Monday, October 17, 2005 at 10:29 AM

Some minor link sluttage:

An excellent overview of race and racism in romance is in the most recent edition of At The Back Fence at All About Romance.

I don’t have much to add to the dialogue, except my puzzlement at the whole “African American Literature” section in certain bookstores. It didn’t even occur to me to look for black romances there, for example, until somebody pointed out that certain stores, like Borders, sometimes shelve their black romances there. You don’t generally see, say, Asian American lit, or Hispanic American lit, etc. etc. pushed into their respective little niches in stores. That, more than anything else, says volumes about how very much black people are viewed as the Other.

Oh! And Monica and LLB have finally kissed and made up. Or at least e-mailed and made up. Champagne all around! Summon the dancing girls! Free elephant rides for everyone!

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ToTametheArtDepartment

by SB Sarah Sunday, October 16, 2005 at 05:03 PM

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Candy: Bitch, please. This is the cleanest-cut rebel I’ve ever seen. What’s rebellious about him? His unnatural love of Brylcreem? His choice to use steroid cream AND shoot it up? His decision to use SPF15 instead of SPF40 sunscreen? His weirdly offset nipples?

Sarah: Whoo. What a rebel. To throw off the expectations of society, and insist, visit after visit to the hair salon, on sporting a mullet. The mullet alone is worth the 300-page effort of taming him.

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Candy: YIKES! This book should’ve been titled To Tame a Texan-Sized Dong. I gotta respect a wang so massive that it merits its own drop shadow effect.

Sarah: Things are bigger in Texas, from the man titty shadows to the, um, crotch bulge. You think they use him as a sundial out on the range?

“Hey, Chase or Clay or Austin, whatever your name is, face north and drop your pants. I don’t know what time it is!”

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Candy: BWAAAAHAHAHAHAH! Genies come from bottles, and apparently white boys dressed in Indian drag come from brass gongs. What do you have to rub to summon him? Or does he appear when you look into the mirror and say “Savage man titty” three times in a row?

Dude looks psycho--just look into those cold, dead eyes. He looks like he’s ready to cut choo, mang.

Sarah: When I posted these covers last night for our mutual enjoyment, I said to Candy, “One of them doesn’t fit the whole “To Tame...” theme, but it was too great to pass up.”

It’s Gong Show Indian! And here’s your host, Insolent Bored Savage.

Hope he doesn’t chip that mighty tomahawk when he sounds his gong.

I think someone gave me a baby onesie in the same pattern as his wrist band, too. Nice!

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Candy: Are they referring to the man, or the woman? Both of them look pretty damn domesticated to me. Unless he’s wearing a leather bustier and frilly satin panties underneath his suit? And then, like, any second, he’s going to rip his suit off, prance around to remixed Madonna songs and Vogue like it’s 1995. And then when the woman can’t take it any more she’s going to be all “RAAAH, take this, bitch!” and whip out her 10-inch cock because she’s a man, baby. And that’s when the dude busts out his miniature cat-o’-nine-tails and yodels “DOWN, SIMBA!” while playfully whipping at her enormous and surprisingly hairy balls. THAT, my friends, would be hard to tame indeed.

Sorry, really boring covers with really stupid titles make me come up with really inappropriate stories.

Sarah: It would so not be hard to tame her. She’s so realistically rendered, after all. Just break her over your knee. She’s so thin she’ll splinter.

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Candy: Why do all these Texans need to be tamed? This dude doesn’t even have a donkey schlong to scare us with. Frankly, the only thing that needs to be tamed on his guy is his mousse usage--look, man-bangs are not meant to stick out four inches from the forehead, mmmkay?

Sarah: Yet again, another Texan to tame, and yet again, the fashion choices of these men need taming more than the men themselves. From a manly mullet to wearing your vest without a shirt. The time has come to tame these men into fine metrosexuals who have age-appropriate non-professional-hockey-player hairstyles and the smarts to think, “Hm, if I’m going to be roping steers perhaps I ought to protect my pebbular nipples with a shirt.”

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Candy: And this guy? He needs to tame his usage of sunless tanning products.

I love the look on his face, too. Is he constipated, pissed off that it’s an anemic chick laying her hand on his bountiful bosom and not Diego, his hot Puerto Rican personal trainer, or just trying to restrain his roid rage in general?

Oh man, it would be SO AWESOME if somebody wrote To Tame the Roid-Raging Gym Monkey. Any takers? Anyone? Anyone?

Sarah:: Speaking of nipples… is he missing one? Is she looking for it? Did it get rubbed off by that strap of leather across his chest? Is that what inspired this pose?

And is he wearing leather pants? Is this Mick Jagger, Highland Warrior?!

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Candy: This is a classic. Almost as classic as that “Pull My Finger” Viking. There’s really not much I can say that can beat teh funney of this cover. I do wonder if he’s wearing several other people’s scalps on top of his own hair, because that do he’s sporting? Looks poofy and creepy and unnatural.

Sarah: Kenny Loggins, sporting unfortunate facial hair, grabs a red kitchen towel and some low-slung chaps to pose for romance novel covers. Although, to be fair to Mr. Loggins, I don’t think his man titties cast a drop shadow effect as great as this guy’s. Must be some digital editing.

The low-slung chaps are curious. Aren’t the chaps there to prevent chafing between one’s legs? Wouldn’t a large portion of inner thigh be in need of some Blue Star Ointment ("Jock itch! Ring worm! Psoriasis! Teter!") after one quick trip down to the mini mart on horseback? (Shut up, the reservation does TOO have a mini mart!)

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ShowHertheMoneybyStephanieFeagan

by SB Sarah Sunday, October 16, 2005 at 03:53 PM
Our Grade:
B-
Title: Show Her the Money
Author: Stephanie Feagan
Publication Info: Silhouette 2005, ISBN: 0373513542
Genre: Contemporary Romance

On my top however-many list of “really freaking cool professions for heroines in a romance novel,” I have to be honest and say that “Accountant” is not even near the top 10. Or even the top 20. Hell, 50 even. Even reading the back cover and finding the words “forensic accountant” wouldn’t make me grab the book and run for the checkout. But after reading the first few chapters of Show Her the Money, I had to go to Wikipedia on my lunch hour and look up the details of the Enron accounting scandal and how it happened exactly, and why the accounting involved was as much a factor as the corporate fraud itself. From a woman who has absolutely no math skillz whatsoever, lemme tell you, accounting is freaking cool.

So if a book like $how Her the Money can make accounting cool to a person who can’t even remember a phone number without mentally dialing it with her fingers, I have to give it a hearty recommendation, since not only was author Stephanie Feagan able to create an interesting heroine, but she created an interesting heroine who was able to explain the fix she was in without info dumping all over the place and boring me out of my mind.

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Extra!Extra!NewSmartBitchTitleBestowedonEllenFisher!

by Candy Friday, October 14, 2005 at 03:45 PM

Ellen got it right for today’s personal ad contest, woo hoo and hot damn! Congratulations, Ellen, and behold, thine sparkly, tricked-out, totally sweet Smart Bitch title (racing stripes will cost you extra, though):

Wepten-Pusen

Wepten-Pusen in miniature

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Extra!Extra!GetYourNewSmartBitchTitleHere!

by Candy Friday, October 14, 2005 at 12:53 PM

Iiiiiiit’s Friday, and you know what that means: another personal ad contest! This time it’s going to be a bit different--I want the hero’s name this time, as well as the author and title of the book.

Winner gets a spankalicious Smart Bitch aristocratic title.

The Corpse Bride
SWM, dissolute, rakish and dashing duke, seeking deathly ill miss to marry so she can go quietly into that good night and I can be free to pursue my… pursuits. Please don’t be so crass as to recover, be beautiful when in the full pink of health and then make me fall in love with you.

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