a library conversation
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Today I worked at a library branch where an inordinate number of staff members are older ladies of a let's say reserved nature.
I was in the back room checking in materials when Old Lady #1 asked me: "Do you read comic books?"
"Yeah," I said. "Some of them."
"Have you seen...oh, what's it called?" Judging by the look on her face, one of utter disgust and contempt, I could already tell what comic book she was talking about, but I didn't say anything. "The Lovely Girls? Lovely Girls?"
"Oh, you mean Lost Girls?"
Her face widened out in recognition. "Yes! Have you seen this?" Her voice a hiss, invitation to my outrage.
I grinned at her. "Actually, I own it!"
Her eyes got really big and she turned bright pink. "Oh! Oh. Oh, never mind then." I relished the moment. I could see in her face that she was embarrassed for her assumptions, but also that she was a little revolted. It would have been satisfying to leave the conversation right there, with her foot up in her mouth and her opinion of me completely tainted. But I like to think of myself as an ambassador of the obscene. I like to believe if I conduct myself with logic and humanity and kindness I can be a welcoming force to the vanillas out there who have already made up their mind. That my good behavior makes them realize they cannot force all pornophiles and deviants and perverts and licentious sluts and rent boys and what have you into a simple little good versus evil box. So I kept the conversation going.
"I don't think the purchasers quite knew what they were getting into," I laughed. "It's not an erotic fairy tale or a story with some sex. It's porn, plain and simple." I said "porn" loud and clear. Both the Old Ladies present flinched when I said it, so I said it again louder. "Porn."
"It's not just porn," said Old Lady #2. "It's incest! Incest!"
"No," I said cheerfully. "It contains incest. The book itself is not incest. It's porn."
Old Lady #2 here left the room.
But Old Lady #1 stayed, and we had a quite civil little conversation on intellectual freedom. Because, you know, it is a little troubling that the hard core crotch-shot cum-spurting booty-licking PORN is nestled on the shelves right next to nice innocent Superman. I would rather not have small children encounter it by accident. This is not to say I think it should be pulled, by any means. Her point, which was stupid, was that the comic books were right next to the young adult books. My response of course is, "But why don't you move them?" Anyway, I don't know that I convinced her of anything or won any battles. I certainly didn't earn a Homeric epithet ("Zenithblue, Breaker of Library Pages"), but it was a pretty satisfying little battle regardless. Ultimately, I think she'll think twice before arguing again with someone who will shamelessly and gleefully belt out the words "porn," "sex," and (OMG) "anal" without a second thought.
I did not mention to her that my comics are in fact in the possession of one of their coworkers. The poor biddies would have felt beset by deviants.
Victoly!
I was in the back room checking in materials when Old Lady #1 asked me: "Do you read comic books?"
"Yeah," I said. "Some of them."
"Have you seen...oh, what's it called?" Judging by the look on her face, one of utter disgust and contempt, I could already tell what comic book she was talking about, but I didn't say anything. "The Lovely Girls? Lovely Girls?"
"Oh, you mean Lost Girls?"
Her face widened out in recognition. "Yes! Have you seen this?" Her voice a hiss, invitation to my outrage.
I grinned at her. "Actually, I own it!"
Her eyes got really big and she turned bright pink. "Oh! Oh. Oh, never mind then." I relished the moment. I could see in her face that she was embarrassed for her assumptions, but also that she was a little revolted. It would have been satisfying to leave the conversation right there, with her foot up in her mouth and her opinion of me completely tainted. But I like to think of myself as an ambassador of the obscene. I like to believe if I conduct myself with logic and humanity and kindness I can be a welcoming force to the vanillas out there who have already made up their mind. That my good behavior makes them realize they cannot force all pornophiles and deviants and perverts and licentious sluts and rent boys and what have you into a simple little good versus evil box. So I kept the conversation going.
"I don't think the purchasers quite knew what they were getting into," I laughed. "It's not an erotic fairy tale or a story with some sex. It's porn, plain and simple." I said "porn" loud and clear. Both the Old Ladies present flinched when I said it, so I said it again louder. "Porn."
"It's not just porn," said Old Lady #2. "It's incest! Incest!"
"No," I said cheerfully. "It contains incest. The book itself is not incest. It's porn."
Old Lady #2 here left the room.
But Old Lady #1 stayed, and we had a quite civil little conversation on intellectual freedom. Because, you know, it is a little troubling that the hard core crotch-shot cum-spurting booty-licking PORN is nestled on the shelves right next to nice innocent Superman. I would rather not have small children encounter it by accident. This is not to say I think it should be pulled, by any means. Her point, which was stupid, was that the comic books were right next to the young adult books. My response of course is, "But why don't you move them?" Anyway, I don't know that I convinced her of anything or won any battles. I certainly didn't earn a Homeric epithet ("Zenithblue, Breaker of Library Pages"), but it was a pretty satisfying little battle regardless. Ultimately, I think she'll think twice before arguing again with someone who will shamelessly and gleefully belt out the words "porn," "sex," and (OMG) "anal" without a second thought.
I did not mention to her that my comics are in fact in the possession of one of their coworkers. The poor biddies would have felt beset by deviants.
Victoly!
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on 2007-02-24 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-24 01:29 pm (UTC)You could have also pointed out that the Bible itself contains incest, (Lot & his two daughters prominently, and there are other examples to cite), then ask what her point is.
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on 2007-02-24 04:05 pm (UTC)Lost Girls, though, is a curve-wrecker. It's not a story with sex, as I've said before, it is flat out 100% pornography. I think cataloging it elsewhere probably would have been completely acceptable. Which of course the catalogers would know if they bothered respecting comic books as any kind of adult medium whatsoever.
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on 2007-02-24 03:42 pm (UTC)OMFG!
on 2007-02-24 05:30 pm (UTC)I really need to get those back to you. *snort* *giggle*
of course...
on 2007-02-24 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-24 07:30 pm (UTC)We get a lot of graphic novels, and sadly, many of the challenges to the GNs come from staff. This is pretty tame stuff they're objecting to. Lost Girls would destroy them.
We also have what my co-workers call a "secret censor," someone who alters the graphic novels by blacking out any naughty words. She (we think it is a she but could be a he) lengthens the skirts on the female characters and has even been known to draw black skirts over superhero's packages. We would kill to catch this person in the act.
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on 2007-02-24 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-25 11:45 pm (UTC)Anyway, yeah, like somethinghead said, good job fucking with the squares. :)
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on 2007-03-01 05:24 am (UTC)There are sometimes problems with this, of course, not least of which are the fact that we have way too much work to do for how much manpower we're allowed. All the clerks' bodies are falling apart pretty dramatically as a result. But, you know, it's not a bad job otherwise.
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on 2007-03-02 03:20 am (UTC)Regarding work vs. manpower, our system is the exact opposite. We've got about 40 branches and all of them have a full staff and tons of high school interns and volunteers doing shelving and stuff. Plus there's major rumors about nepotism and apparently any relative who wants a job gets one. I've tried four times since 2001 to get a job there and after calling them back a few times they basically told me to get lost. Oh well, I'm outta here in a couple weeks, so I could care less.