Well. It’s been a wild ride, and I’m not just talking Shane on Ilya’s dick. Just over a month ago, Heated Rivalry slammed into our collective ids like a Texas-sized asteroid. To call it a hit might be an understatement. It’s a phenomenon. Before episode 3 aired, The Onion wrote a satirical explainer for it, which is possibly the clearest sign that you’ve arrived. I have never seen a show of any kind, much less … Continue reading Heated Rivalry Season 1, Episode 6 Recap: Come On, We’ve Got Bad Things to Do→
So we can all agree that nobody was okay after episode 4, right? Like. All of us underwent a complete mental breakdown. Emails went unanswered, meals went uncooked, people with kids achieved Hayden Pike-levels of benign child neglect as “All the Things We Said” played on a loop in our heads. And then episode 5 dropped. To Tierney’s credit, it absolutely healed me of episode 4 trauma. To his discredit, he did it by inventing … Continue reading Heated Rivalry Season 1, Episode 5 Recap: We’ve All Been Very Brave→
Hello, butts I mean sports fans! Episode 5 of Heated Rivalry is nigh, and you know what would be fun? Reliving the trauma of episode 4 together! Here’s a handy-dandy recap of all the major events of the previous episode, just in case you, unlike me, haven’t rewatched this episode every day until you’ve had every agonized expression memorized. Here’s my recap of episode 4 of Heated Rivalry: God these stupid horny boys, they’re so … Continue reading Heated Rivalry, Season 1, Episode 4 Recap: It’s the Tuna Meltdown→
So right now I have a number of non-romance community friends coming up to me and saying stuff like: “Oh hey sounds like some hockey fic finally made it onto TV, huh?” “Yo Candy have you heard of the gay hockey romance TV show?” “How excited are you about the gay hockey smut on TV?” “Candy why is your entire Tumblr dashboard filled with naked asses?” To which I say: excuse me, these are not … Continue reading Heated Rivalry: The Unbearable Lightness of Having a Dump-Truck Ass→
by Candy · Dec 21, 2010 at 12:22 am ·
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(Prefatory note: Again, apologies to Dear Author for stealing their style. I guess I’m in a epistolary mood these days.) Dear various American authors of historical romances who are trying very, very hard to sound authentically British, It’s not like I’m the foremost Britpicker of all time. Not even close. But I’ve noticed a distressing trend among your ranks in recent days. I understand that you are probably sick of readers bitching and moaning about … Continue reading Oh, hell, since I’m being nitpicky and bitchy already…→
(With apologies to Dear Author’s style.) Dear Boneshaker, You will not find somebody much more inclined to like you. No, not just inclined. Downright eager to like you. Steampunk with zombies and pirates and airships oh my set in alternate reality Seattle? HOLY SHIT, and also HELL YES. It sounds absurd and fun and full of good times. Hey, I’m the girl who’s currently bugging her friends to go see Warrior’s Way with her, solely … Continue reading A Cautionary Note to a Book→
I recently lent my copies of Scott Pilgrim to a friend of mine—a delightfully geeky dude who, like me, works part-time in the law school computer lab. He’d never read the books prior to watching the movie; he loved loved loved the movie, and I knew he’d eat the books up. And sure enough, he spent a good part of our shift giggling like a girl as he ploughed through Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Life … Continue reading In which Candy asserts that Scott Pilgrim is really a romance novel→
I know this is a romance blog and all, but we talk an awful lot about sexuality and gender roles and cultural mores in real life and in fiction, and then I read “What Happened to Hope Witsell” today (one week late!) on my friend Sylvia’s blog while taking a brain-break from studying, and it made me so incredibly sad and angry that I kind of want to break something. This is more than a … Continue reading Stop killing our daughters→
Candy: You know, the way those boys are looking at the baby? Not cute. I imagine veal farmers looking at their little boxed-in baby cows in much the same way. These guys are not contemplating what a blessing that kid is. Theses guys are contemplating whether they should bust out the fava beans and Chianti. Sarah: They say women and men can’t relate, but that poor man right there, he understands our pain. His stretched … Continue reading Category romance snark: alternative families!→
I’ve read some truly hilarious “Science fiction has become nothing more than romance novels in outer space!” arguments in my time, but I don’t think I’ve read one quite as poorly-written and outright hysterical (word used with all due irony) as the article on The Spearhead about “The War on Science Fiction and Marvin Minsky.” (Thanks to Eric Selinger for the link.) As far as I can tell, the argument in the article can be … Continue reading The War on Critical Thinking and Evolving Social Mores→
Dear Internet: I miss you. So very, very much. I’ve started a half-dozen posts (Katiebabs, I’m still working on finishing the cri de coeur—though cri de singe fâché might be more accurate—that’s my review of Cry No More) and left them unfinished. I am shaking my tiny, tiny fist against the various timesuck vortices that have spontaneously emerged around me. But if you miss seeing me on-line, you have an opportunity to see me IN … Continue reading Candy at Wordstock Festival events on Saturday and Sunday→
