Yesterday the bomb was dropped that Josh Lanyon is a chick. For those of you who don't read m/m (male/male - as in, no vaginas to be found in the romance) - Josh Lanyon is a fairly prolific author who specializes in mysteries (as far as I can tell). Over the years I've seen positive reviews and apparently there has been speculation (for many years now...) on whether or not Josh is male or female, gay or straight, whatever. Speculation I totally missed because I'm not widely read in LGBT romance (I have nothing against it, have actually read some of it, but Little Miss Crabby Pants is not "widely read" ergo, she's no expert).
Some folks are not happy about this, for a variety of reasons. The revelation in general. How the revelation was made. The use of a pen name to appropriate an identity or experiences you haven't actually lived. Lather, rinse, repeat. Little Miss Crabby Pants cannot comment very intelligently on any of this since 1) she's never read Lanyon and 2) hasn't exactly been hanging around the Internet with bated breath reading everything Lanyon has ever said or written regarding her identity. I don't have first hand knowledge of the history. So I'm not about to say that people who are upset shouldn't be upset because hell if I know everything that has been said over the years on the subject up to this point. So this latest kerfuffle was orbiting around the periphery for me and frankly I was staying out of it because honestly? I don't care.
And then, it happened.
I made the mistake of going on Twitter.
WHY?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF LITTLE MISS CRABBY PANTS?!?!?!?
For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you'll probably notice that my participation on the forum is pretty hit or miss. I pop in for a little bit. I pop out. I go days without participating. I lurk a lot. Frankly I engage when I have time, and time is a precious commodity in short supply these days. But hey, I had time so popped into Twitter which from here on out I'm just going to call The Outrage Machine.
Look, I get it. Lanyon has managed to piss some folks off. And honestly? I'm fine with that. Like I said, I don't have a pony in this race, plus I don't know the back history. So if you're pissed, hey - more power to you. I'm not going to tell you you're wrong.
What I am going to tell you however is to look in the mirror. So much of the commentary I'm reading on this drama comes down to Little Miss Crabby Pants' favorite topic of the moment: Disclosure.
The irony is so rich here that I'm practically choking on it.
Someone pass me more wine.
What exactly is Little Miss Crabby Pants implying? The simple fact that if you're going to talk the talk you sure as shit better be walking the walk. And certain corners of The Outrage Machine? Yeah, go to the back of the line and sit the F down. Or better yet, look in the mirror and start taking stock of your own baggage before wading into the fray. Was Lanyon in the right or in the wrong? In this instance it doesn't rightly matter much. If your own house isn't in order, I'm not sure you're the best voice to be weighing in on the subject.
Little Miss Crabby Pants will end this missive with a tweet that speaks so much truth about the current state of Romancelandia that I'm thinking of cross-stitching it on a sampler. An observation she wishes she had made, and I thank Kat so much for succinctly capturing my annoyance in less than 140 characters.
::micdrop::This Josh Lanyon thing reminds me how cliquey the (online) romance world is. It’s not a big deal if your friends are doing it.— Kat (@BookThingo) September 20, 2015