What a stupid thing to say.
Woosh?
Hee-hee! Oblivious fool thinks I was serious…
Third base!
No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that they spoke Elizabethean in the SCA. But they definitely snark about your name, if you don’t get it right, or the period, or your clothes, or really anything.
I have also encountered incredibly nice people in the SCA. It certainly goes both ways! I think I said that in my very first post. It’s just that the SCA, by its nature, does attract an awful lot of pedants.
I agree there.
I did.
I don’t know if this is the sort of thing you are talking about, but I am extremely tired of having my dogs misidentified as the mixed doodle dogs. So there may have been times when I’ve been less than polite in my response.
Ah the Golden Rule:
Relevant xkcd: xkcd: Ten Thousand
I’m willing to bet they don’t give a fuck.
Unless they’re intact males, I suppose, in which case they probably give everything a fuck.
Hardly.
Well, yeah, the dogs don’t care, but hearing it thousands of times it does start to grind on me!
You may be remembering H. M. Bateman’s “The Man Who…” series of cartoons, in which minor faux pas are greeted with mass horrified astonishment: The Cad Who Was Improperly Dressed At The Lido.
I feel incredibly vindicated about having never attended an SCA event by learning that the phrase “garb snarking” exists. That’s, like, the dialectical equivalent of a “kick me” sign.
Alas, no, Calafia/Caid. Not always about speech: costume also comes in for the snarky kind of criticism too. But…I do hasten to say it isn’t ALWAYS the case. Just often enough to be noticeable and a tad irksome. In the main, SCA members and events are jolly fine fun, and most education is of the “constructive criticism” mode, not the snide kind.
Art mad, sirrah? Fuck yeah they do! (Obviously, not all the time, but definitely betimes.)
Heh, my intended referred to the SCA as the “Society of Consenting Adults”; he said it was an excuse for geekly sorts to drinketh meade and getteth off with eayche othyr whilst in fancy dresse.
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that; we are both geeky sorts.)
Yup. If you can’t get laid in garb, you can’t get laid.
But the person who asks you the thousandth time is only asking the first time for them. They don’t know about the other 999 people who have asked you.