Completely Pointless Post Except in That I Think This Rambling is Made of Win and Awesome
Browsing around the internet, trying to keep myself awake late into the night in preparation for the switch back from nearly a month of daytime-awake-schedule to my usual graveyard shifts, I discovered the possibly-weirdness of NBA slash fanfiction. I say possibly-weirdness because I know nothing about the NBA (aside from the fact that a basketball is somehow involved, and I believe that such balls are usually orange), and that the one fic I did read was by someone who clearly knows how to write. (I wish she'd spend some time in a fandom I'm more familiar with, just so I could enjoy that, though I'm willing to read the NBA stuff just to get at her characterizations of these people I've never heard of.) Like whoa.
Which is all a very roundabout way of getting to sharing this post of hers, which has very little to do with NBA and quite a bit to do with the male/female gaze argument, and how that argument has been shifting (or perhaps blending/becoming less comprehensively valid) in recent years. This post made me happy. I think this is a sign that I'm missing school, and can't wait to go back to it next month.
Which is all a very roundabout way of getting to sharing this post of hers, which has very little to do with NBA and quite a bit to do with the male/female gaze argument, and how that argument has been shifting (or perhaps blending/becoming less comprehensively valid) in recent years. This post made me happy. I think this is a sign that I'm missing school, and can't wait to go back to it next month.