My fairy blogparents, Little Miss Attila and Robert Stacy McCain, of The Other McCain, both came after me on Saturday, May 9, from different angles. In “Sorry, Cynthia,” Little Miss Attila disagreed with me on the practice of outing, while Stacy pondered, “Could Cynthia Yockey double her chances for a date on Saturday night?” I was relieved and flattered by Stacy’s post since I had gone after him a few days before with “Robert Stacy McCain vows to kill his gay children on a hill,” — in which I reminded opponents of gay marriage that their vitriol against gays will damage their relationship with their gay children and may cause their child’s death — and I was worried he wasn’t speaking to me — or worse, not linking me. Nothing says love in the blogosphere like links. It was a couple of days before I realized he also might have been coveting Google dominance on some key phrases that include the word “lesbian,” but I am a practical woman and traffic is traffic.
However, I did get a bit of a giggle on Monday when war broke out between Little Miss Attila and Stacy over the vexed question of the relative amount of awesomeness required to write for newspapers as opposed to magazines. I won’t pick sides but I will tell you that both Stacy and I were newspaper reporters.
It isn’t “more awesome” or “less awesome.” It’s more a question of, um, “differently awesome.”
I’m not saying there isn’t overlap in the skill sets required to produce/edit/write for magazines and newspapers, but I am saying that one cannot simply bring one’s inverted pyramid into a magazine and hit everyone over the head with it.
Also, Stacy’s a whore. NTTAWWT.