The British Open is on, and once again I'm reminded of something that burns my bacon: romance writers are often accused of writing "purple prose," that is, extravagant, overly ornate, over-the-top descriptions. It's not a compliment, and it's one criticism men in particular seem to throw at the genre, especially in reference to the descriptions in love scenes.
Well, let me ask you this, fellas. Why is that sort of language worthy of such eye-rolling condescension when it comes to women's fiction (and romance still is, by and large, written by women for women), but apparently quite okay when it comes to the preamble to major sporting events? You'd think the announcers were about to describe a clash of the gods in the Elysian Fields, not grown men playing a game.
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