Post by Robert Carnegie Post by Gene Wirchenko
Post by Gene Wirchenko Post by Ted Nolan <tednolan>
It's a different way to organize society than we use, but it doesn't
seem outside the normal human range. We even have the concept
of "hats" which is a diluted version.
What is that concept, please?
Her regular readers, I take it, will not have spent the two paragraphs
that I did wondering if "the submission process" is a sex thing.
This part seems like a good spot to park my own two cents. Although the
"hat" concept was already known to me, the hint of sexual content (no
matter how non-existent) trolls me just enough to actually click on
Wrede's link nonetheless. 
"All hat, no cowboy" turns the concept of "hats" upside down. It
denotes someone who physically wears a cowboy hat but doesn't know how
to act like a cowboy because they don't know the first thing about
being a real cowboy. It's someone who sort of "talks the talk" but
can't "walk the walk."
Disclosure: neither the cowboy hat nor the cowboy persona work for
me personally. But if it works for others, so be it.
A California congress critter named Maxine Walters, is sometimes
seen wearing a gaudy cowboy hat. She seems to wear it as a sort of
"look at me" prop. Walters' hat is good for the lulz, if nothing else.
A few months ago the world's most famous Reality TV troll tweeted
Walters. She took the tweet as giving her rock star status. So the
political hacks on the opposite side of the aisle made snide remarks
about how Walters wears no cowboy hat. They said she wears an a$$hat.
*** rimshot ***
1. "The Logic of Empire" (RAH) talks about the sex-as-a-troll to pull
you in, to hook you, gambit. And "confession magazine" makes yet
Jones called the day that Wingate got his revised
manuscript back from his ghost writer. "Listen to this, Sam,"
he pleaded. "Look, what the dirty so-and-so has done to my
book. Look. '- I heard again the crack of the overseer's whip.
The frail body of my mate shook under the lash. He gave one
cough and slid slowly under the waist-deep water, dragged
down by his chains.' Honest, Sam, did you ever see such
drivel? And look at the new title: '/I Was a Slave on Venus/.'
It sounds like a confession magazine.
Jones nodded without replying. "And listen to this,"
Wingate went on, "'- crowded like cattle in the enclosure,
their naked bodies gleaming with sweat, the women slaves
shrank from the -' Oh, hell, I can't go on!"
"Well they did wear nothing but harnesses."
"Yes, yes - but that has nothing to do with the case.
Venus costume is a necessary concomitant of the weather.
There's no excuse to leer about it. He's turned my book
into a damned sex show. And he had the nerve to defend
his actions. He claimed that social pamphleteering is
dependent on extravagant language."