(Does that take a gender? My Latin is pretty much non-existent...)
Anyway. In Pitchforks! Torches!, Bobbi addresses the recent kerfluffle involving SF writer Elizabeth Moon and some bunch of cheesehead feminazis far better than I was going to.
Maybe I'll just stay gaffiated a while longer...
(Actually, I'm fairly certain that such behavior would not fly around here. Maybe just because most of the fen I hang with--or hung with, back when I was doing so--were veterans and almost certainly Browncoats, before being a Browncoat was cool.)