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Amongst My People
For the most part. At WisCon, a feminist scifi convention. So many ways I could contrast it to the last three cons I've been to (all anime, slowly getting larger each time). As expected, it is strongly female. Also strongly older than anime. I have yet to see a teenybopper. There are a couple of kids, but not many. Also, there is much more focus on books.
So far I've attended three panels. Last night I went to one about paranormal romances. Well, they're on the edge of romance, and most of the ones discussed are not marketed as romances. I had much to say, as it is a subgenre I've read many of (Sookie Stackhouse, Women of the Otherworld, Blood Bound and so forth).
Today I woke up for a panel about the underground. One of my roomates was on the panel, and specifically asked me to go after I mentioned I was a geologist and had once thrown a book because of its description of caves (the infamous sandstone caves of Kentucky). Very interesting, though lots on the use of underground in fiction and little about bad representations (I also have complaints about the lack of claustrophobia in caves, and abundant light). Still, very neat.
Then I went to a panel on women authors you've never heard of. Some very interesting suggestions, which of course I did not right down. But I'm having fun bending wire for a necklace. Because I'm silly like that.
Afterwards, went to the Farmer's Market. I ended up only buying cheese curds. Apparently I can't eat a full pound by myself in one sitting, so the leftovers are sitting the ice bucket with ice above (no fridge).
So far I've attended three panels. Last night I went to one about paranormal romances. Well, they're on the edge of romance, and most of the ones discussed are not marketed as romances. I had much to say, as it is a subgenre I've read many of (Sookie Stackhouse, Women of the Otherworld, Blood Bound and so forth).
Today I woke up for a panel about the underground. One of my roomates was on the panel, and specifically asked me to go after I mentioned I was a geologist and had once thrown a book because of its description of caves (the infamous sandstone caves of Kentucky). Very interesting, though lots on the use of underground in fiction and little about bad representations (I also have complaints about the lack of claustrophobia in caves, and abundant light). Still, very neat.
Then I went to a panel on women authors you've never heard of. Some very interesting suggestions, which of course I did not right down. But I'm having fun bending wire for a necklace. Because I'm silly like that.
Afterwards, went to the Farmer's Market. I ended up only buying cheese curds. Apparently I can't eat a full pound by myself in one sitting, so the leftovers are sitting the ice bucket with ice above (no fridge).