News, And A Public Request

Welcome to My Kingdom! My office is slowly taking on reasonably organized dimensions. Bandit and Critic aren’t as freaked out by this as I thought they would be–if the change is occurring outside their habitat, they don’t care. Also, as long as it doesn’t interfere with snacktime. Snacktime is sacred.

News! I’ll be signing at Cedar Hills Crossing Powell’s with Kate Elliott on the 9th. I’m excited to meet Kate! My social anxiety is in full swing already, though. I’ll probably be nervous all the way through. I did request an IV drip of Valium, but Powell’s, though they treat their visiting authors incredibly well, couldn’t quite agree to that.

Now I’m shifting gears a little bit. Buckle up, chickadees.

Mary Robinette Kowal is publicly telling twelve angry weasels to STFU.

I spent four years in office and the first year I almost quit because I got so tired of getting hate mail. Then I realized that it was coming from the same dozen people, every single time. All the other members were lovely. It was easier to shrug off being called “impertinent,” or “wannabee” (Did I show you the Hugo I won since then), or “Nazi,” when it became clear that the vitriol didn’t represent all of SFWA, just a dozen rabid weasels.

However, I am sick to death of putting out the fires that you people start.

Please quit. And by “quit” I mean, please quit SFWA in a huff. Please quit noisily and complaining about how SFWA is censoring you for asking you to stop using hate speech. Please quit and complain about the “thoughtcrime” of asking people not to sexually harass someone. Please quit and bellyache about the good old days when people could be bigoted jerks. I want you to express your opinions clearly so that everyone knows them and knows that you are quitting because the other members of SFWA want you to Shut the Fuck up. (Mary Robinette Kowal)

I’d like to add my enthusiastic approval and my own personal request as a member of SFWA (and of the wider SF/F community as well) for these asshats to just flounce on out that door. We won’t miss you, and you can roll around in the false indignation you’ve become addicted to as well as the toxic mess of your own racism, bigotry, misogyny, and various other foetid effluvia to your heart’s content. Build your own racist, homophobic, misogynist organization where you can become a self-referential loop of sickening asshattery elsewhere. You’ll be much happier.

In other words, consider this a public request for you to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out.

‘Nuff said.

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Don’t be so equivocating. Tell them how you really feel.