By Jennie Goloboy
Joss Whedon is the man. We can all agree on this, right? He is THE MAN, and the ultimate progenitor of approximately 79.2% percent of the TV and movies I’ve enjoyed in the past ten years.
That said, I blame him for this one: I’m getting way, way too many stories about monster hunters. Especially unlikely teams of teenage monster hunters whose leader is inappropriately attracted to the monster she was born to fight.
I say this as someone with a DS9 novel hand-written in a spiral notebook way, way down at the back of my closet: please go write something else.