![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
t'children know better
May. 7th, 2005 03:09 pmNow, my brush with fame yesterday on the eastbound Piccadilly line was a lesson in how slash can turn your brain to true moosh.
I told the children this story at breakfast today (leaving out the panic about 'omg, I've ogled pics of this man naked' -- because, believe it or not, such pictures exist), and they both went, "oh, cool! He was in Lord of the Rings!", and wondered why I didn't go up to him to get autographs for them!
Now why didn't I think of this?? It was the perfect out. I could have secreted my porny slasher self under my innocuous mother-of-two self, and I needn't have worried about that bullshit of being 'honoured' or getting the name garbled because, hell, it was only for my children. I could just have gone over and said, 'excuse me, weren't you in Lord of the Rings? My sons would be so thrilled to have your autograph', and that would have been the end of that.
The fact that this way out did not even occur to me shows how irrevocably brain-damaging slash truly is. There should be a sign on the package: WOMEN BEWARE. SLASH CAN MOOSH.
I can see that this incident is going to haunt me now to the end of my days. If of nothing else, it is going to haunt me as an example of how self-absorption of the manicked-fanfic variety can deprive your children of much-needed future revenue in case they need to fund their survival through the sale of out-dated what-was-that-movie-again paraphernalia.
( pics )
I told the children this story at breakfast today (leaving out the panic about 'omg, I've ogled pics of this man naked' -- because, believe it or not, such pictures exist), and they both went, "oh, cool! He was in Lord of the Rings!", and wondered why I didn't go up to him to get autographs for them!
Now why didn't I think of this?? It was the perfect out. I could have secreted my porny slasher self under my innocuous mother-of-two self, and I needn't have worried about that bullshit of being 'honoured' or getting the name garbled because, hell, it was only for my children. I could just have gone over and said, 'excuse me, weren't you in Lord of the Rings? My sons would be so thrilled to have your autograph', and that would have been the end of that.
The fact that this way out did not even occur to me shows how irrevocably brain-damaging slash truly is. There should be a sign on the package: WOMEN BEWARE. SLASH CAN MOOSH.
I can see that this incident is going to haunt me now to the end of my days. If of nothing else, it is going to haunt me as an example of how self-absorption of the manicked-fanfic variety can deprive your children of much-needed future revenue in case they need to fund their survival through the sale of out-dated what-was-that-movie-again paraphernalia.
( pics )