What, It's Not Just My Library?
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bloodyrosemccoyDang, and here I was thinking Amish pseudoporn (and dig that cover illustration! Those Amish have natural airbrushing hair-layering powers!) was some sort of weird Utah fetish I just hadn’t heard about till I started working in a library. It seems to fit with the rest of the Mormon list of acceptable books: Mormon historical fiction pseudoporn, Mormon historical fiction Family Sagas, contemporary Mormon inspirational pseudoporn, contemporary Mormon inspirational thriller romances,* The Classics,** Stephenie Meyer, and Orson Scott Card, Colossal Douche.
But if it’s a new trend, then I admit I’m a little stumped. I get the appeal for bored Mormons, who have to keep up the carefully manicured façade of Pleasantville wholesomeness, but what’s the appeal to the rest of the country? Why are the Amish suddenly fetishized?
Although bear in mind that I am one of those people who comes across sex scenes with the same discomfort as most folks have coming across a lovingly detailed pooping scene,*** which suggests that my not getting the appeal of something might make me the weird one. Perhaps the same principle is at work here, with the repressed awkward antisex scenes.
Anyway, back to writing about psychotic sprites and live dragons battling zombie dragons. Hey, I get the appeal of those.
*These are FUCKING HILARIOUS. They range from Elizabeth Smart ripoffs to the religious version of Law’n’Order Hates The Internet to my personal favorites, which are hideous mashups of international thrillers with contemporary inspirational romance, so that Commander Badass of the Spy Brigade finds a romantic interest from Utah with a Captivating Quiet Strength, and perhaps a Troubled Past. It’d be like if a James Bond movie ended with some ill-defined miracle that would cause him to acknowledge that his chaste but angsty beloved’s prayers were the only reason Donald Pleasence keeled over with a heart attack just before firing the Disintegrator Ray, and then there’s a Temple Wedding.
**I’m too lazy to look up the link, but Slacktivist pointed out that this weird pedestal The Classics get put on means that they wind up being the most subversive fiction available to—well, he said evangelical Christians, but it works for Mormons too, because The Classics are by definition Good Reading. At least until somebody discovers that a particular classic has a naughty word, and then it is BANNED FOREVER IN SCHOOLS.
***No, you don’t find either of these in Amish pseudoporn, at least I hope not. And what I mean by this is that I am a huge proponent of Fade To Black, although my sister took it to mean that it was time for her to compose an EPIC POOP SCENE.
But if it’s a new trend, then I admit I’m a little stumped. I get the appeal for bored Mormons, who have to keep up the carefully manicured façade of Pleasantville wholesomeness, but what’s the appeal to the rest of the country? Why are the Amish suddenly fetishized?
Although bear in mind that I am one of those people who comes across sex scenes with the same discomfort as most folks have coming across a lovingly detailed pooping scene,*** which suggests that my not getting the appeal of something might make me the weird one. Perhaps the same principle is at work here, with the repressed awkward antisex scenes.
Anyway, back to writing about psychotic sprites and live dragons battling zombie dragons. Hey, I get the appeal of those.
*These are FUCKING HILARIOUS. They range from Elizabeth Smart ripoffs to the religious version of Law’n’Order Hates The Internet to my personal favorites, which are hideous mashups of international thrillers with contemporary inspirational romance, so that Commander Badass of the Spy Brigade finds a romantic interest from Utah with a Captivating Quiet Strength, and perhaps a Troubled Past. It’d be like if a James Bond movie ended with some ill-defined miracle that would cause him to acknowledge that his chaste but angsty beloved’s prayers were the only reason Donald Pleasence keeled over with a heart attack just before firing the Disintegrator Ray, and then there’s a Temple Wedding.
**I’m too lazy to look up the link, but Slacktivist pointed out that this weird pedestal The Classics get put on means that they wind up being the most subversive fiction available to—well, he said evangelical Christians, but it works for Mormons too, because The Classics are by definition Good Reading. At least until somebody discovers that a particular classic has a naughty word, and then it is BANNED FOREVER IN SCHOOLS.
***No, you don’t find either of these in Amish pseudoporn, at least I hope not. And what I mean by this is that I am a huge proponent of Fade To Black, although my sister took it to mean that it was time for her to compose an EPIC POOP SCENE.
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Date: 2010-09-22 06:07 am (UTC)