Last night I settled into my couch to crack open my new Romance Writers Report. This is a wonderful industry magazine sent every month to members of RWA (Romance Writers of America). Usually there are a few interesting articles and maybe a letter to the editor that makes me chuckle. I wasn't chuckling last night.
A Ms. Arlette Gaffrey had this to say to the editor and her fellow romance writers: "I'm so sick of filthy language that I have stopped reading the trash that is printed and is supposed to pass for romance.
Call me a prude or old fashioned. At least we had a sense of decency back in those days. Something that is sorely lacking in today's society...
If every sex act has to be spelled out and every filthy word has to be put in every romance novel, then it only shows me that these authors have a limited vocabulary and little or no imagination."
Nice.
Look, Ms. Gaffrey, I'm not going to say what I really want to say because I am a professional. If your idea of "decency" includes blindly attacking your colleagues, then I'm thrilled not to be included in the definition. Instead of telling you what I think of you labeling my books "trash", I'd like to make a few points about why I don't hesitate to use "filthy language". Ready? Actually, I don't think you are ready, but here we go anyway...
1. I use bad language. Yes, it's true. I use bad language every day, and not only am I educated, I'm also a mom. *gasp* I don't mean that I whelped a few kiddies and left them at the foundling home, I mean I'm raising children, cooking dinner, and volunteering in my kids' schools. (You may want to check with your grandchildren to be sure they haven't accidentally stumbled across my trashy ass.) Not only do I use bad language, but my friends use bad language. Really, when you're discussing politics, it's the only way to go.
So, yes, my heroines cuss. They're not even embarrassed about it. They're just like me and my friends, because if they weren't, I wouldn't want to spend 350 pages with them.
2. My heroes use bad language. You know why? Because they are -- brace yourself -- boys. Scandalous, I'm sure, but men cuss. Policemen cuss. Soldiers cuss. Husbands and fathers cuss. Now I'm not saying that every single American male uses curse words every day, but let me put it to you this way: My cold-hearted, 200-year-old vampire hero is a killer. An assassin. He hunts down monsters every night and does horrible things to them. And when his lover has been stabbed in the chest by the bad guy, I'd rather slit my own throat than have him say something like, "Oh my goodness! What have you done, you scurrilous rogue!" *gag*
And here's a little secret. Come closer, I don't want to embarrass you. If a man had never said a dirty word to me in the bedroom? Well... I'd think it was time to spice things up a bit.
3. I have a good imagination. And I know lots of words. In fact, I'm so smart that I know filthy words are, in fact, actual words. Disappointing for you, I'm sure, but still true. And my vocabulary is so good that I even know how-- and when --to use the naughty ones. I'm not afraid of language, Ms. Gaffrey. In fact, I'd argue that I love it even more than you.
So do I think all books should include bad language and filthy sex? Of course not. No more than I think NO books should include bad language and filthy sex. There's a whole world of books out there, ma'am. You have your books, and I'll keep mine. Along with a hero who likes to use a dirty word or two. And if you need to call me filthy and indecent, I guess you'd better just knock yourself out, lady.
In conclusion, I'd just like to say: My fucking books are not trash, damn it.