Little-known fact: back in the day, I read a lot of popslash. I know nothing about the fandom, but I read Helen's stories and expanded out from there; "Cuisine" is probably still one of the creepiest things I've ever read. I did mention that self-destruction for love's sake is one of my bulletproof kinks, no? Anyhow,
cathexys pointed to this popslash story, and I don't think you need to know/like/approve of popslash to find this story to be an extremely powerful commentary on modern Internet-enabled fandom. It's AU, I guess, a story about popstars as slashers as writers and stars, and I never thought about the relationship of fandom fame to popstar fame this way before. In the future, we'll all be famous -- not for fifteen minutes, but to fifteen people -- only many of us long for more than that.
( completely random grouchy RL rant about revolving doors )
( completely random grouchy RL rant about revolving doors )
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