I couldn’t resist. I just couldn’t. Especially when I looked at a certain MySpace page, but now I’m getting ahead of myself.

For the record, Henry VI is still glaring at me.

Yesterday in class, Professor F-Dawg (so named because he drops the F-bomb so tenderly) gave the advanced comp class a presentation on plagiarism.

I wish I could say I didn’t learn anything, but it wouldn’t be true.

But Doc F-Dawg showed us this website in class: Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books. Now, given that Mike and I spent some of our paper-writing time devising a means to teach a collegiate class on slutty romance novels, this struck my fancy. I thought about Mike right away.

Now, the premise behind the site is that smart chicks like smart romance novels, and so the authors of the sites weed the good from the bad.

Now, that’s not the reason F-Dawg showed us this in class. It was because Cassie Edwards, romance novelist extraordinaire, was accused of plagiarism.

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