Discworld. Specifically, Lancre. Specifically, when I grow up I want to be Granny Weatherwax. I don’t want to be like Granny Weatherwax. I want to be. Granny. Weatherwax.
…actually, Lancre’s kind of a shitty place to live if you’re not Granny Weatherwax.
Yeah…the thing is, I like fantasy. And in fantasy, everyone who’s not the hero is a redshirt. I don’t wanna be a redshirt.
(Let’s please ignore the fact that real life’s like that too, kthx.)
I wouldn’t mind living in A Song of Ice and Fire’s Dorne, I think. The Dornish are all unbelievably hot, the food is good, the weather is warm, and the nobles are less awful than in other parts of Westeros. (Not to mention the rest of the world!) But all that has to be a setup for something really, really horrible, right? We all know what GRRM is like.
Um…maybe the alternative-universe England of the Temeraire series? Rampant sexism and no flushing toilets, but…dragons! Really adorable dragons! Who have recently invented the concept of labor unions! And if I was a dragonrider, anyone who was sexist to me would get a faceful of acid, so I guess that’s not really a problem. Still no flushing toilets, though. I like flushing toilets.
Basically, I’m going to find something wrong with whatever world you put me in. I just like complaining. ^_^