Flytrap Roundtable Special: That Whole Awful Neil Gaiman Thing

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Editor's note: Today we’re bringing you a special bonus edition of The Flytrap. What follows is a lightly edited transcript straight from the founders’ Slack wherein we take that Neil Gaiman story as a launch point for unpacking a bigger picture: the problem of “cool male feminists” who are exposed as bad actors or abusers, the pain of having work ripped off by ego-driven dudes, and, of course, the eternal quandary around whether it’s really possible to separate art from artist.

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Andrea Grimes: So, the kick-off for this was my post/thread on Bluesky about my weird experience with Neil Gaiman, wherein I reflected on both being a fan and getting weird vibes from his arm’s-length support of my niche advice tumblr blog.

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