ELJ has released ‘Grey’ this week and I couldn’t have got good odds on the knives being out for her. Sure enough, come Thursday morning; along with the instant No1 position in the British booksales charts, came the derisive newspaper articles, the sarcastic blog posts and more negative social media posts than it would take to reach to Seattle and back. I haven’t even admitted to wanting to read the book on any social media outlet that I post on. I managed to get myself chucked off Facebook the last time I did. Along with politics and religion, Fifty Shades is the new thing you can’t talk about without it, for want of a better phrase, all kicking off. Admitting to liking FSOG is pretty much like coming out and saying you’re a crack whore. It’s the lowest of the low. Unless you write Fanfiction, of course. That instantly makes you a crack whore with Herpes.
So, here I am. The crack whore with Herpes. It doesn’t make me popular, but hey, not to worry, I’m in a fan community. I’m in a group with like-minded people who share my inexplicable passion for badly written dodgy sex. I can start to relax around them, they’re my friends. It’s online, I’ve only ever met two of them, but they’re all basically great people. Well, most of you are. One of you made my week a misery.
It all comes down to criticism. Apparently, I can’t take it. This is utter bollocks, because I’ve been taking it pretty much every day for 45 years. I’m a gold medalist at taking it on the chin, swallowing down any hurt and moving on. But not this week. This week I had one particular comment which was more hurtful than anything I’ve seen in a very long time.
It wasn’t even the comment that kicked off the discussion. Not that anyone would care to know this, because it sort of detracts from the sensationalism of me being Satan’s handmaiden, but ‘Saucyspicegirl’ and I have exchanged several messages this week and discussed things in a calm, respectful and apologetic manner. I have absolute no issue with what she had to say and neither does she have any issue with me. We spoke about it, we cleared the air and moved on.
And then I got this…
Guest (Angela) “You are worse than a mean girl – you make the girl who said her bit out as evil when she never asked you to change anything, said she was done and told you why – yet you go on Twitter and Facebook and whine about it and let your posse come to your defense while you sit back and talk about your love of writing. It’s pathetic. You wrote these crazy plots to get a rise and reviews. You are lying if you can’t own up to it. I just re-read this story and noticed you changed your early authors rant too. This story has many negative reviews. And loads of trolls. Saucy spice had the courage to put her name on her review and you’ve destroyed her for daring to express her opinions. In the beginning, the subs were all intelligent, etc., but you took that out when you got all the early heat. Here’s a hint, we are buds on Facebook and I’ve seen your stuff there, but don’t worry, I will never read your works again. Keep hanging with all the mean girls and then go to church and pray – for your own soul.”
That post can only have come from someone who is supposedly part of the same fan community I am in, but doesn’t have the guts to own her comment. In an instant all the trust and good feeling I have built up about the group was thrown into question. I no longer feel that I’m able to contribute to group discussions, to post links to my stories, or join in with anything, because I don’t know who this is. Am I really that hated? If I am then why don’t you ask me to leave?
It’s not in my nature to be vindictive or spiteful so I’m not going to come back with some list of ‘and another thing…’ because I really don’t want that sort of disharmony in my life. There are enough people who hate Fifty Shades of Grey for me to appreciate having the group as a place where I can share my love of reading it and writing it. Whoever you are, Angela, you’ve spoiled that for me. I found your post extremely hurtful, factually incorrect and if you are any sort of woman at all you will offer me an apology.