It gives me immense pleasure knowing that Outlander, a series about a time traveller who meets and falls in love with a hunky 18th century Scot named Jamie, is based on this:
yet the person who wrote it gets hella angry about fanfic…
far more than hella angry: she has likened it to selling one’s children into white slavery
holy disproportionate overreaction, batman
Absolutely! http://goo.gl/c2SMuL (Google cache because the actual source link redirects to the main page)
A good bit of my objection to fanfic (aside from the copyright issues—and I’m not sure how these apply when you take characters from one medium and implement them in another; particularly when one medium is TV, in which episodes may be written by a lot of different people) is that 99% of it is Just Awful, and it’s revolting to see your characters being made to do and say idiotic things, or be forced to enact simple-minded sex fantasies (which is what most fan-fic that comes to my unwilling attention is). Like someone selling your children into white slavery.
(I also recognize that I accidentally misquoted it originally — it wasn’t her selling her own children into white slavery, it was someone else selling her children into white slavery. My error. Still a comparison that’s gross on so many levels.)
There’s also this interesting comparison:
6) But I just looove your characters! And isn’t imitation the sincerest form of flattery?
Weeeelll…let us just say that there’s a difference between someone dating red-haired men, and the same someone trying to seduce my husband.
But…imagine opening your daily mail and finding a letter detailing an explicit sexual encounter between, say, your twenty-one-year-old daughter and your forty-eight-year-old male neighbor—-written by the neighbor. At the bottom it says, “Fiction! Just my imagination. All cool, right?” This would perhaps prevent your calling the police, but I repeat…ick.
I wouldn’t like people writing sex fantasies for public consumption about me or members of my family—why would I be all right with them doing it to the intimate creations of my imagination and personality?