Lorelei Gilmore and Not Cooking

One of the best things about Gilmore Girls is that it normalizes the possibility of being a fantastic mother while not cooking AT ALL or even knowing how.

I know how to cook. I can cook. But most of the time, I don’t want to. It’s easier, quicker, and more fun to order out.

So, I think about Lorelei Gilmore a lot. Because she’s the best possible mother for Rory, and they only ever seem to eat at Luke’s diner or get pizza. Continue reading “Lorelei Gilmore and Not Cooking”

Am I Furry? — Fandom vs. Genre

by Mary E. Lowd

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” — Groucho Marx

 “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.” — Groucho Marx

“You shouldn’t need a membership card to write or enjoy furry fiction. All you need is a story about anthropomorphic animals, and there are more of those coming out all the time.”

There’s a question that floats around the furry writing community occasionally:  how do you define furry fiction?  At first glance, this question seems similar to the age-old, what’s the difference between sci-fi and fantasy?  A nit-picky question about the borders of a genre that can be endlessly debated.  Hours can be lost to arguing over whether Star Wars is sci-fi because of spaceships, or fantasy because of the Force.  I would expect arguments about furry fiction to fall along similar lines.  For instance, does Robert T. Bakker’s Raptor Red anthropomorphize the raptors enough to count as furry?  Or is it simply a piece of speculative naturalism? Continue reading “Am I Furry? — Fandom vs. Genre”