Comments on: A-hab by Edd B. Jennings

By: Bowerbird

Bowerbird — Sat, 09 Sep 2017 14:45:48 +0000

There are times when someone who isn’t running and screaming is needed. It’s not that hard to understand.

By: Reiver Scott

Reiver Scott — Mon, 27 Feb 2017 13:33:36 +0000

Equally charmed, if a writer such as yourself can rightly be called ‘charming’. I think you would look exceptionally well in an earring, Mr Jennings, of the sort commonly worn by Sir Reepicheep in the Disney adaptations of the Narniad, or perhaps, as one envisages the ultimate Byronic Hero (of which Cap’n Ahab, a-huntin’ his whale here is most definitely a prime example):

But who that Chief? his name on every shore
Is famed and fear’d—they ask and know no more.
With these he mingles not but to command—
Few are his words, but keen his eye and hand.

— Lord Byron, The Corsair, 1814

Clothing rails, and revolvers are delicate. Steel tends to last.

A free Scot might not be asked to surrender theirs, but wear it openly as a gesture of good will. Poor Gabrielle, an angel on a date with a cold-hearted, black-hearted devil of a man.

I’d have worn the wire too.

By: Edd B. Jennings

Edd B. Jennings — Mon, 27 Feb 2017 00:10:59 +0000

Charmed, Miss Scott, I am sure.

Just once in a while, I let it out and write something that isn’t for the sort of man who wears green eyeshadow and an earring. That’s what I did here. It feels good.

I love that you’ve hit upon the true motivation for writing. It’s not money. It’s not fame. It’s groupies.

And the truth is, you’re just not that liberal. I know about that discrete little blade you love so well.

By: Reiver Scott

Reiver Scott — Thu, 23 Feb 2017 14:11:45 +0000

I am — was — Jennings groupie. All the time, and I thought he was the darlin’ of the metrosexuals, published so many times in the Good Men Project and Quarterday, the latter known for its libertarian leftist editorial position.

“Gabrielle”, that was truly outrageously nasty. Some of us have a fetish for conservative men, but you didn’t have to go and broadcast it.

And now this.

This.

I need my smelling salts, playdough, and my safe space.

And it’s Fourth Wave feminism, asshole.