- I hate bratting. I don't hate intelligent arguments, the egging-on of individuals, a good bit of passive/aggressive behavior in the name of fun, but I hate bratting. "What's the difference?" you whine, stamping a foot down like Clever Hans. The difference is very clear to me. Bratting is this whiny, childlike annoyance. I don't think it's very becoming on grown women. Further, I have had four children, now mostly grown up. Over the last 23 years I've heard plenty of whining. I don't want to pay to fly across the country to be with a bunch of adults to hear more childish, lip-pouting Peewee Herman screeches. Does that make me a bad person?
- As stated above, I love good mental sparring, witty repartee and some good old fashioned verbal abuse, all in the name of a fun scene. Which is different than bratting. Make a mental note.
- Bratting is not foreplay to a scene. Bratting is foreplay to scenekill.
- If you're not sure the difference between bratting and mental sparring, intelligent arguments, etc., see #3 above.
- There's a HUGE difference (in my mind) between what goes on via ASCII and what comes screeching out of mouths in person. To me, most of that egging-on online is great, just so long as I can't hear it.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
An Open Letter to Brats
I'm long overdue for a blog entry, so before I get going with my pre-party discussions, I thought I'd send this along to my many friends in the spanko community insistent on bratting me online.
Before we meet in Tampa, let me remind you of a few things about me:
If you're into what I'm into, we'll have a great time. I received a very nice email from someone coming to FMS who said she'd read my activity recently on FetLife. She stated my sternness and consternation was really getting all up in her headspace. That's great. I'll get verbally toppy any day of the week.
If anyone doesn't understand the difference here, just email me. I'll fill you in.