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Warning: Foul language ahead. And I use the C word too. You can’t say I didn’t warn you…

I know I’ve said it loads of times, but gosh I am so glad I live in Britain, where quite frankly, our politicians (left and right) have no interest in my uterus, never mind trying to tell me what I should do with it. They have more important things to talk about, such as trying to get us out of the economic hole that we’re in.

What I want to know is where is the united “hell no!” from American women? (Not you women of Oklahoma, I saw the “If I wanted the government in my womb, I’d fuck a senator” banner) (more…)

Say what?

I got this link to some Amazon reviews for a Harlequin Presents book entitled The Life She Left Behind via a Retweet from Victoria Dahl.

Two of the reviewers are annoyed that Maisey Yates, the author of the book, has taken writerly liberties by having the middle eastern hero treat the heroine with respect, *shock, horror*.

One of the reviewers, L.Smith from Carmel, CA, writes:

“This is a short story (novella). It is the most incredibly unbelievable story about an Arabian sheik falling in love with a Texas debutante. I have a feeling this author has no clue of the Arabian culture and women (falling somewhere below cattle). What planet are you on?”

So L. Smith from Carmel in California, we’re expected to believe that hot, gorgeous men can stay faithful to one person for the rest of their lives, but an Arab man can’t treat a woman with respect? Surely both of the above are romance urban myths? You can’t suspend disbelief for one and not the other surely?

If you really wanna complain about something, how about having an heiress heroine who decides to ditch her diamonds to go work as a nanny for other people’s kids, without it being a reality TV programme? I mean come on, how realistic is that????