Jennifer Jackson’s blog entry on Romancing The Blog today covers various opinions from her family members on romance novels. Which has inspired me to cover my family’s (hypothetical) responses.
Mom: I CAN’T READ. That’s right, you kids nowadays have it good, we actually sent you to school and paid for everything including college. And what do I get? Phone calls that are usually late because you forget about the time difference. CALL MORE OFTEN. And when are you coming home for a visit?
Brother No. 1: Romance novels? What do you think I am, some kind of fag?!?
Brother No. 2: Romance novels? What do you think I am, some kind of fag?!?
Brother No. 3: Romance novels? What do you think I am, some kind of fag?!?
Brother No. 4: Romance novels? I’m a fag, and I refuse to read them. Oh, wait, I did use to sneak them into my bedroom when I was a teenager, especially some of the spicier Penny Jordan titles. Anyway, they’re trashy. Nowadays I confine myself to fine literature with titles like Fag Hag and Bitch Goddess.
Sister: You don’t like Linda Howard? What’s wrong with you?
p.s. Didn’t cover my sisters-in-law’s responses because I don’t know their reading habits all too well, though I know SIL Numero Dos reads almost exclusively romances, mostly category titles.