bitchiekittie

I don't watch television and other than a few choice bands, a couple of particularly talented writers and a badass artist or two, I've never been able to be arsed to be much of a fan of anything or anyone. as such, I find fansites to be a bit foreign and sometimes morbidly fascinating. not because of the subject matter - I couldn't possibly care much less about celebrities or their insipid work - but rather the relentless chronicling of detail that goes into each account of a character, episode, scene.

slash fiction interests me even more, as it entails a staggering leap across boundaries that we don't really realize we've adopted - for example, as a kid watching soap operas at the babysitters I realized that I couldn't imagine susan lucci taking a shit. I mean, no matter how hard I tried to visualize her squatting with her silken drawers puddled around her perfectly manicured little toes, I just couldn't conjure the image. for a kid with an imagination like mine, that's quite an impressive barrier.

which brings me to this site, devoted to the purported gayness levels of a television show I have never seen called smallville. apparently a staggering number of my female friends are addicted to this show and have had many naughty and/or slashy thoughts about the two main characters, superman junior and lex luthor. "rhymes-with-sex". there's even a smallville drinking game! one is forced to wonder what diabolic forces these writers and/or actors have on their side to create such a underpants-dampening stir.

I don't really have a point; none of my girlfriends read this journal, so this is a safe forum to air my puzzled amusement. all of this fevered excitement actually makes me want to watch the fucking show. almost.