My Man knows two things about my blogging: 1) That I have one and 2) that he is occasionally "blog fodder." He doesn't read my blog. Case in point, when my parents were out visiting last month my Dad mentioned Little Miss Crabby Pants and My Man looked at me sideways.
But sometimes I like to run "stuff" past him. He's not a book junkie, and if he was he most definitely would not be a romance junkie - so when I want a non-romance, non-bookie perspective on something, he's my go-to guy.
Last night at the Bat Cave.....
Me: I want to show you my blog post for today. ::showing him the book cover for The Madness Of Lord Ian McKenzie:: Do you think this book cover is "offensive?"
My Man: Wendy, I'm the wrong person to be asking this.
Me: You don't read romance....
My Man: Yeah, but I find next to nothing "offensive."
Me: OK, just pretend for half a second that you're not a deviant.
My Man: Offensive is the wrong word. The cover isn't "offensive," it's provocative. But it's a romance novel. The provocative cover is how you know it's a romance.
Me: But not offensive?
My Man: The problem is that a lot of people think provocative is offensive. They're stupid people, but still....
Me: Ahhh, good point.
My Man: And yes, feel free to make this blog fodder.
Oh he's sweet. Like I needed his permission. Ha!