Wow, this is a phenomenal bit of fail.

[apocalypsos]

Women are not passionate enough about sex and concentrate too much on feelings to be able to write raunchy stories, the new owner of Britain's Erotic Review said on Monday.

Okay, after I stopped laughing hysterically, I noticed this is a WOMAN saying this.

How freaking stupid and out-of-touch with the writing community and women in general do you have to be to not know what a profound load of crap that is?

Oh, oh, my favorite bit:

"It's almost like writing about food ... Ladies who lunch, should not really write about food because they don't really love food. They don't salivate at the thought of a great steak."

Speak for yourself, you twit. My last meal's going to be a damn steak. Blood rare. Just bring a cow into the kitchen and let it look at the oven in horror.

And now I want a steak. Fuuuuuuck.

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Another person on the flist linked this, and I was like, clearly, this lady needs to get out more. Has she never been to Texas? We're like all about the steak. We have a yearly shindig OVER A MONTH AND HALF dedicated to the cow and the pig and the various ways we can embarrass ourselves chasing after both all while people watch and eat said pig and cow.

And considering some of the fic I've read in my ten years in fandom? YEAH, FAIL, LADY, FAIL.