I just came across an interesting post on Aleksandr Voinov’s blog. It seems that some people don’t approve of the use of pseudonyms when it comes to writers. I imagine that the same people call themselves “hotbabe” or “Kevinsmom” on their home cooking forum, but that is neither here nor there.
Anyway, Aleksandr links to an infuriating article in a sort of online newspaper about an English teacher who writes “racy romance” in her spare time under a pseudonym and is now being harassed for it. The affair takes place in Snyder County. Not that you would have ever heard of that place before, it is somewhere in Pennsylvania. I must apologize beforehand to all inhabitants of Snyder County who still have a brain left, I am not talking about you. I am talking about the others. And there seem to be quite a few of them.
The ones who must have received their own children by immaculate conception. The ones who don’t tell their kids about the birds and the bees. The ones who most likely teach their children about creationism. The self-righteous hypocrites who are better than everybody else when it comes to judging other people.
Why a parent would be concerned about the content of any book that a teacher published privately and which has nothing whatsoever to do with their teaching is a mystery. Why a teacher should be told that she has to decide between teaching and writing is a mystery. Why a teacher “shouldn’t be doing that.” is a mystery. A former student said “She is a good teacher but I had no idea what was going on behind the scenes." I tell you what was going on behind the scenes. Ms. Buranich was probably sitting at her computer writing those evil novels while drinking a cup of camomile tea. It is hardly unlikely that she was engaging in a sex orgy at the same time, taking drugs and getting drunk. And even if she had been, it wouldn’t be your bloody business.