Witches of America (My Personal Thoughts)

I’m worried about what other people might make this post mean. I’m not screaming out for attention here. This is not a calculated attempt to ride the waves of popular discourse, either. What it is about is what Alex Mar with her new book Witches of America has been doing to me, people I love and care about, and the Craft in general. This is about how it makes me feel, because I have been there. Literally.

(Note: If you have no clue what that book is about in the first place and why it’s not only very bad writing and an insult to good and decent journalism and research, I recommend that you read this excellent review by Rhyd Wildermuth. You can read an excerpt here in addition, if you really have to. Now let’s proceed.)