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I am thoroughly of the opinion that this idea that straight white males are "the norm" and every character that's different from that norm needs to be - to some extent - defined by that difference needs to die in a fucking fire. And every time I or anyone else writes fiction that doesn't buy into this idea of normative groups, it comes one step (no matter how slight) closer to doing so.
"Her cushions are... notorious."
*dramatic prairie dog!*
That's an incredibly arrogant thing to say. If this does epitomize the trope The Chessmaster, it's not because it's such a wonderful piece that gets to the heart of that kind of character with precision and style; it's because, lacking more inventive ideas, you've used tropes to do the literary equivalent of putting together flatpack furniture from IKEA.