tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202685677414693804.post2119248162842178867..comments2023-04-17T10:24:33.779-04:00Comments on Robot Lovers Prey on the Lonely: The Privacy of FantasyAnnabeth Leonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07455191827664110878noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202685677414693804.post-1837478323467967812016-06-27T16:15:20.789-04:002016-06-27T16:15:20.789-04:00In other words, your version indeed sounds intimat...In other words, your version indeed sounds intimate (as you intend it to), where I read the lit-fic thing as distancing, in a way.Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202685677414693804.post-75239180546820457022016-06-27T16:07:34.538-04:002016-06-27T16:07:34.538-04:00You've added to my understanding of the second...You've added to my understanding of the second person. I'd previously identified three flavors: the "I'm a disembodied narrator laying out a fantasy for you" second person; the "you and I are both characters in the story, so here's what 'you' do/did and 'I' do/did" second person; and the "when I say 'you' I really mean 'I'" second person. It sounds like the one you're describing here is different even from the last of my three, because what I'm describing is that mannered lit-fic technique along the lines of, "You think of ordering a pizza but decide not to, because you realize actually you hate pizza because it always reminds you of lasagna, which you hate because it reminds you of pizza"—i.e., more along the lines of the "What the fuck are you talking about? I love cookies" syndrome (LOL!).Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.com