I follow a handful of blogs that one could label feministic, in lack of a better term. Some of them explore the representation of girls and women in popular media like superhero comics. Others are just written by women who are interested in feminism and discrimination of minorities in general, and post stuff that irks them. All of them are from the United States. And very often they almost put my will to live out of me. Maybe the US of A are an extremely unfriendly place to be a woman. Maybe not. But the media desaster around the Steubenville rape trial this week pretty much wanted me to kick every guy I came across into the balls, so to speak. Or build myself a space ship and leave this blue marble.
I know that my work conditions are extremely privileged. There are much more women than men working there1 in general, and almost all leading positions are women too. And even at university two of my three subjects had way more girl than boy students – but that’s sort of normal in the Humanities. I haven’t encountered the infamous glass wall yet. So my daily life doesn’t put me into situations where I could experience discrimination first hand. Lucky me, eh?
And then there is that fake girl geek thing making the rounds on the Intertubes. Which made me think very hard about a) Am I actually a geek? (I am most definitely a girl, thank you very much) and b) How goddamn insecure is the reportedly stronger sex about itself?
I probably am a geek, if you put the very shallow definition of “Watches Star Trek / Star Wars / Doctor Who / any other SF/fantasy show” “Reads comics” “Wears glasses” to work. But I won’t but that sticker on my chest anymore, because I have a variety of interests besides consuming media, most notably creating my own stuff, taking bikes appart and raising my indoor jungle.
Objectification. The thing that broke my writing mojo this week. Because I’m unsure if it really is a bad thing. I also think we’re a race of objectifying assholes no matter the sex or gender. I don’t see much difference in quality between the guy cast of any show taking their shirts off so that the girl audience can swoon over their abs or seeing the girl cast in skin tight clothing/ butts and boobs pose so that the guy audience can swoon over their assets. And it’s the girls who then proceed to post lengthy board posts or really bad fan fiction on the intertubes, while the boys… I’ll leave that to your imagination. *wink* Sexy sells, and that’s an undeniable fact. It’s boring and unimaginative, but it sells.
Thing is, I could probably garner lots of readers if I would stress the fact even more that my male protagonist over at the Petticoats in Space is a gorgeous piece of hunky glory, or if I would turn my heroine into a sexy walking triple x movie. But I’m not so desperate (yet), that I would only focus on their outer shell. I want all of my cast to be human beings, with problems and hidden secrets and desires., that the readers cares about. Don’t know how good I’m at portraying that, but I hope I will get there someday.
And now I stop rambling incoherent stuff, but I had to get that out of my system. Stay awesome, because I bet you are, no matter your gender.