Y'know, this doesn't sound like a half-bad story: a horror story with the twist that it's a vampire terrified as the mortals come to kill him. (Kinda parallelling an idea of mine that had the last few vampires in the world, who never needed more than a little non-fatally-induced hemoglobin to survive, being hunted down by a now-cannibalistic humanity; bits of that have been ported into my non-fantasy, non-vampire-centered, perhaps-never-to-be-finished WIP.)
WRT defense of the monoculture, I wasn't thinking effectiveness so much as vehemence.
Well, yeah, but those guys you'll always find, no matter what the position in question. (Hence the Internet.) Demamgogues are always underfoot, and they're symptoms of Bad Stuff, but they only really matter when the largest part of a population decides to agree with them. Which happens, obviously.
But while I don't know about necklines, there *is* a sort of five old white guys who control the fashion palettes.
Bah. Sitting here in my red-with thin-horizontal-white-stripes Old Navy shirt over a dark blue "flaming d20" t-shirt, olive khakis and dirty tan boots whose laces seem to be loosening, I am assured that I am under the sartorial thrall of no one!
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WRT defense of the monoculture, I wasn't thinking effectiveness so much as vehemence.
Well, yeah, but those guys you'll always find, no matter what the position in question. (Hence the Internet.) Demamgogues are always underfoot, and they're symptoms of Bad Stuff, but they only really matter when the largest part of a population decides to agree with them. Which happens, obviously.
But while I don't know about necklines, there *is* a sort of five old white guys who control the fashion palettes.
Bah. Sitting here in my red-with thin-horizontal-white-stripes Old Navy shirt over a dark blue "flaming d20" t-shirt, olive khakis and dirty tan boots whose laces seem to be loosening, I am assured that I am under the sartorial thrall of no one!