I read
papersky's Tor.com post on How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Romance when it came out, and I went along with my life, humming and putting in the tiddly-poms as appropriate, but something kept nagging at me. It felt like a familiar experience that she was describing somehow, and yet I never did learn to love romance, so that clearly wasn't it. (I don't scorn romance. I have read a couple of Jennifer Crusies and a lovely pile of Georgette Heyers, and I was glad enough of them, and...yeah, there are probably other examples. But in general it is not the genre for me and a perfectly fine genre for other people and not a fitting subject for invoking taste hierarchies in a nasty sneering way.)
Just now it hit me.
Biology. Romance is like biology.
Well, now it makes sense.
It's the thing people try to shove you into because you're a girl! And you kick and scream and stick your elbows out and they CANNOT MAKE YOU. Nobody did this to me with romance. But oh, did they ever do it with biology. Physics, they said, would be full of boys, and I would probably be uncomfortable. (Have you met me? I said.) Better to pursue biology, which is, I pointed out, full of dead things and things that smell and also plants, which I tend to kill, and so we're back to the dead things. Physics, on the other hand, is full of things I could not possibly kill, except for that one particularly unfortunate lab partner, and why no, there is no reason he was never heard from again, why do you bring that up just now? And math. Physics is satisfyingly full of math. Oh look, they said! You have won ribbons in this science competition which happens to be full of biology because we are foolish and like that sort of thing and wrote it that way, thereby depriving you of a chance to demonstrate physics ability! Have you considered med school? Or biomed research? Due to your overwhelming girly girlitude? And also your being of a girl? And this sweetly pretty ribbon we have given your girly self for this science competition we sucked the physics out of just for spite?
Fie, I said, and also some other words that begin with f.
(Because people sometimes leap to unwarranted conclusions I will note that my parents were kicking and screaming with me NO NO YOU CANNOT MAKE HER SHE DOES NOT WANT TO SHE DOES NOT HAVE TO IT SMELLS FUNNY. They were not the people trying to get me to do biology instead, and nobody should blame them for the injustice of other people.) (The part about it smelling funny was mostly my mom, though. My dad is a chemist, and we all know how much leg they have to stand on in re: sciences that smell funny.) (I kid because I love.) (And also because chemistry smells funny.)
When I hit my mid-20s and nobody was trying to shove me anywhere, I picked up some popular-ish biology, principally starting with neuro-stuff like Oliver Sacks, and it was interesting. Quite interesting, in fact. And now I have stopped worrying and enjoy the worldbuilding in it a great deal.
So Oliver Sacks is exactly like Georgette Heyer, and that can stop bothering at the corner of my brain. So good then. It's settled.
Um. If I sit veryvery still and am veryvery quiet, perhaps nothing in my brain will jar loose a Georgette Heyer-style story with Oliver Sacks-type neuropsychological things in it. Yes? All comments to be posted in a whisper to avert this eventuality. Okay.
You can tell that the work on these two books is going well, because I am in an exceptionally silly mood, but that doesn't mean I don't mean every word of this post, approximately.
Just now it hit me.
Biology. Romance is like biology.
Well, now it makes sense.
It's the thing people try to shove you into because you're a girl! And you kick and scream and stick your elbows out and they CANNOT MAKE YOU. Nobody did this to me with romance. But oh, did they ever do it with biology. Physics, they said, would be full of boys, and I would probably be uncomfortable. (Have you met me? I said.) Better to pursue biology, which is, I pointed out, full of dead things and things that smell and also plants, which I tend to kill, and so we're back to the dead things. Physics, on the other hand, is full of things I could not possibly kill, except for that one particularly unfortunate lab partner, and why no, there is no reason he was never heard from again, why do you bring that up just now? And math. Physics is satisfyingly full of math. Oh look, they said! You have won ribbons in this science competition which happens to be full of biology because we are foolish and like that sort of thing and wrote it that way, thereby depriving you of a chance to demonstrate physics ability! Have you considered med school? Or biomed research? Due to your overwhelming girly girlitude? And also your being of a girl? And this sweetly pretty ribbon we have given your girly self for this science competition we sucked the physics out of just for spite?
Fie, I said, and also some other words that begin with f.
(Because people sometimes leap to unwarranted conclusions I will note that my parents were kicking and screaming with me NO NO YOU CANNOT MAKE HER SHE DOES NOT WANT TO SHE DOES NOT HAVE TO IT SMELLS FUNNY. They were not the people trying to get me to do biology instead, and nobody should blame them for the injustice of other people.) (The part about it smelling funny was mostly my mom, though. My dad is a chemist, and we all know how much leg they have to stand on in re: sciences that smell funny.) (I kid because I love.) (And also because chemistry smells funny.)
When I hit my mid-20s and nobody was trying to shove me anywhere, I picked up some popular-ish biology, principally starting with neuro-stuff like Oliver Sacks, and it was interesting. Quite interesting, in fact. And now I have stopped worrying and enjoy the worldbuilding in it a great deal.
So Oliver Sacks is exactly like Georgette Heyer, and that can stop bothering at the corner of my brain. So good then. It's settled.
Um. If I sit veryvery still and am veryvery quiet, perhaps nothing in my brain will jar loose a Georgette Heyer-style story with Oliver Sacks-type neuropsychological things in it. Yes? All comments to be posted in a whisper to avert this eventuality. Okay.
You can tell that the work on these two books is going well, because I am in an exceptionally silly mood, but that doesn't mean I don't mean every word of this post, approximately.
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Date: 2012-03-14 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 03:12 pm (UTC)Interesting where progress comes out unevenly, isn't it?
I get furious at how poorly we teach math and how poorly we understand different ways of learning it.
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:25 pm (UTC)My sister and I are adamant that math-minds should not teach elementary math. She flunked out of high school, later went back in her late thirties to get her equivalency and go to college, convinced that she was the stupid one of the family . . . now she is the top math teacher at her grade school. That is, her kids, whether second grade or fourth, whatever she teaches, consistently score way off the charts in math, and they love it. Because she figures out fun ways to get the ideas across, as all kids have their own way of learning.
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:32 pm (UTC)But that doesn't mean that people who believe themselves to be brilliant in whatever subject are going to be the ones who understand that subject. Your sister had to look at things from different angles, so now she has a better understanding of looking at things from different angles and when it might be necessary.
On the other hand, one of the best teachers-of-math I ever knew at whatever level had the same trick and was himself a math-mind originally. But he had that depth of understanding from the other angle. So I don't think he should be banned either. However you get there, as long as you get there.
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:49 pm (UTC)What's required is not only a thorough understanding of a subject, but the ability to teach. Because sometimes someone knows a subject so thoroughly they either do not know where to begin, or begin at the top, skipping all those necessary steps in between.
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Date: 2012-03-14 04:00 pm (UTC)And sometimes they would come into the tutoring room with a question, and I would say, "Just a second, can you give me a minute to think this out?" And I would start to write on the board, and the minute they would see the integral sign, they would panic. "We're not supposed to have to know calculus!" they would say. And I would say, "I know, no, I know. I'm not going to use this to explain to you. But this is how I know how to think about it, and so I have to go the long way around before I can figure out how to think about it without calculus. I promise I will come up with different math in a minute. This is just for me to think."
And eventually I would come up with how to do it with them, without calculus. But an interesting thing happened. After their initial panic, I think they started to feel good about learning how to do problems that were hard enough that the physics majors had to use the harder math to do them. And I think they were seeing--even if they could only follow one way of doing it themselves by the time they were done, they were grasping that there was more than one way to get there. And I think that's pretty important.
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Date: 2012-03-14 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 04:32 pm (UTC)(I also like to do it at the dinner table, only there people keep saying "Chaz, you're not saying much. Contribute!", but I'd rather just be listening.)
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Date: 2012-03-14 08:34 pm (UTC)I loved my physics teacher, who would have two blanks at the end of the problems on his tests. One was "Answer:" and the other was "Makes sense?" If you wrote something wrong in the first blank and "No" in the second, you got partial credit -- because being able to tell when your answer is way off-base is actually a very useful skill.
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Date: 2012-03-14 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 08:38 pm (UTC)So much of it comes down to the teacher, really. My physics teacher? Was fabulous. My biology teacher? . . . well, on the topic of dead things, we were pretty sure she was one, and nobody in the administration had noticed yet.
(True story: I was confused about cells being hypertonic and hypotonic. I knew what the prefixes meant, but didn't know whether hyper, in this case, meant too much water, or too much stuff dissolved in the water. So I went up to the teacher and asked her. "I'm confused. Is it this way or that way?"
Her answer?
"Uh-huh."
With a vague, "my brain has actually begun to liquefy as part of the decomposition process" smile on her face.
IT IS NOT A YES-OR-NO QUESTION. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.)
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 09:15 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2012-03-14 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 02:43 pm (UTC)I wasn't a romance person, or so I thought. I liked fantasy, and science fiction, and history; quest stories were wonderful, worldbuilding was my joy. Georgette Heyer was my exception, because the Regency setting was so alien as to constitute worldbuilding. Plus, many SF fans also loved her, and this caused them to hold Regency balls at conventions, which satisfied my taste for dressing up like a pretty princess. This was all good, and I still identified quite strongly as a SF/fantasy fan. Then I started becoming sufficiently involved to write fanfic.
And, lo and behold, I discovered that what I was writing followed some absolutely classic romance arcs and tropes. It was slash, but I could generally pick out one of the characters holding down a heroine role, and coding female, even when I wasn't writing them with stereotypically feminine traits. When one of your characters winds up in the setting-appropriate equivalent of Snow White's glass coffin, you've got some serious tropes going on. Or there would be a rogue who gets redeemed (although I hope mine were less icky than some of the het genre examples). So... I came to terms with romance as a genre and a template.
What I'm writing now is romance. Historical, m/m turning into m/f/m, full of deliberate subversions of gender expectations even while they outwardly conform... but it's romance and I'll be sending it to certain romance publishers when it's done.
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:17 pm (UTC)I think that romance has clarified for me that I am interested in established relationships. Which is a good thing to be conscious of, I think, even if it's not always a clear path to getting it.
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:40 pm (UTC)Medicine of the time involves rather GHASTLY biology. And some really ghastly chemistry as well, although since nobody's going to come down with the pox, we can largely avoid the more frightening uses of mercury. Antimonial emetics, while chemistry-based, involve far too many of the icky aspects of biology.
I'm really not sure how the chemistry knowledge of the time would have appeared in the characters' lives. Most of their daily experiences would have fallen into either biology or physics. It's before aniline dyes and sodium bicarbonate, and even slightly before gas streetlamps (they'll come in before the end of the war, if I manage a sequel) so apart from baker's ammonia, which is the cook's province and not theirs, and saltpeter and sulfur for gunpowder, there's just not a lot of chemistry in their lives.
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Date: 2012-03-14 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 06:02 pm (UTC)Whether any of this will make it into the story, I have NO idea. I just know it's there.
What's the chemistry book called? Maybe if I'm lucky it's on Google Books or the Gutenburg Project.
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Date: 2012-03-14 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-20 02:07 am (UTC)-Nameseeker
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Date: 2012-03-14 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 02:54 pm (UTC)I still have reading some Heyer on the list, will no doubt get to it some day. I haven't read any genre romance, but two of my very favorite books, A Civil Campaign and Gaudy Night plus Busman's Honeymoon have very large components of romance -- both involving actual adults.
Nobody tried very hard to push me into sports, that I noticed, or into auto mechanics (that one I might have enjoyed learning something about), those being stereotypically male things for my adolescent period. I played ping-pong pretty seriously, but that was close to my limit of interest in sports.
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Date: 2012-03-14 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 05:42 pm (UTC)I referred to it later as having been offered a radical mathectomy.
(My college years were pretty awful.)
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Date: 2012-03-14 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 05:56 pm (UTC)At least part of this was that the Physics Dept. ended up being nearly mono-dudes. But I know several of the women who were in the major with me went on to get at least graduate degrees in the field.
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Date: 2012-03-14 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 03:11 am (UTC)Goodness. And I'm not sure where to divide that previous paragraph up (or even if it needs dividing up), despite having a BFA in creative writing. Lovely.
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
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