And by that I mean the whole stupid, foolhardy concept. I’ve said before that if you really believe there’s a horde of attractive women faking interest in nerdy things just to get your attention, you have a massive case of unwarranted self-importance, and I still believe that. I also believe you’re incredible insecure, and threatened by some ‘enemy’ who is no such thing.
The world of comic books, sci-fi, videogames, all these things, is no longer a boy’s club with a “NO GIRLS ALLOWED” banner hanging on the door, and it never should have been (indeed, I suspect it never really WAS but for this very idea - girls aren’t REAL nerds, especially attractive ones! And then the internet came up and holy shit look, women came out in droves to discuss their interest in these things, going back to the 1980s and earlier like the rest of us). If you insist somehow that it should be, that you should act as some kind of gatekeeper - he is a real nerd, she is not - then quite frankly you are just one of the saddest specimens we have to offer. Many of us grew up being picked on for having a non-mainstream interest, and now that this interest is spreading you attack and snarl and demean and exclude instead of actually being happy that you have new people to share these wonderful interests with.
You complain about games being rehashes, comic book reboots that are just retreads, but actively keep out the new blood and perspectives that could actually offer something you haven’t seen or considered before.
You demean women who cosplay as attention seekers in skimpy outfits, ignoring that they didn’t create those outfits, WE did.
Who cares if someone’s exposure and love for The Avengers came from the movie, and not the comics first?
Who cares if someone plays Angry Birds more than Dark Souls? What, you never fucking played Tetris? Don’t give me that non-game crap.
Oh no, she watches Thor because he’s tall blonde and built like a brick shithouse and isn’t afraid to comment that the guy’s a stud and so’s his brother? Yeah, because you read Tarot: Witch of the Rose for the riveting storytelling and characterization, right?
Oh no, someone’s writing fanfic about Tony Stark and Steve Rogers buttfucking! What a demeaning thing to do to the characters, you say as browsing the pictures I’ve been hired to draw of the women of X-Men having a lesbian orgy.
At the core of it all, for some insane reason, you are so threatened by the presence of women in your interests that you insult, you cajole, you harrass, and you embarrass the rest of us who are just happy to share. You slam women who are attractive and cosplay as NOT REAL NERDS, THEY’RE PREYING ON US POOR WIDDLE MENZ! And when they’re not as attractive as you’d like, you slam them for not meeting your standards. Or you slam them for daring not to give you the time of day when you grope and harass and hit on them. And if you look like me while doing it, that’s even more hilariously hypocritical and out of touch with reality. She’s not there for YOU, bro.
She’s not there for you.
She’s not there for you.
Let that sink in, guys.
She’s not there for you.
She’s not dressing up for you.
She’s not interested in comics for you.
She’s not playing games for you.
She’s. Not. There. For. You.
You are not the center of the universe, you never were and you never SHOULD be. It’s time to share your toys, guys. It’s time to be more mature. It’s time to drop the entitled attitude that insists our standards and our standards alone should be met. You do not hold the keys to the kingdom, for the kingdom has no lock.
My friend Kat - a geek with a cool job making awesome videogames like NFS The Run and mad cosplay skills - said something on Twitter earlier that summed the whole Fake Geek Girl BS up perfectly;
“That’s just it- “fake geek girls” DO NOT EXIST. There are only WOMEN WITH VARYING LEVELS OF INTEREST IN DIFFERENT HOBBIES.”
Many of the women cosplaying at these conventions probably know more about the current state of comics than I do, but I’ll never be asked to prove my nerd cred if I roll up in a Superman tee - and I haven’t bought an issue since the New 52 launched.
Fucking afford them the same courtesy. Don’t be a douchebag.
please, if you’re not too busy, just take a minute and
look at your forearm
just take a good long look at that thing
the average length of a (female) forearm is about 9.75 inches long
so please, the next time you describe a human penis in your fanfiction as being “only 12 inches long”
just look at your goddamn hand and remember that that “only 12 inches” is 2.25 INCHES LONGER THAN YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING FOREARM WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
AHAHA I wasn’t sure I believed this so I got out a ruler and measured my forearm, turns out that from inner elbow to inner wrist is indeed only ten inches!
The average erect penis, for the record, is around 6ish inches in length. A flaccid one tends to be a little less than 4ish inches. Keep in mind that what you see in porn by no means represents the “average”, and also I’ve been told by those in the know that width counts for more than length when it comes to the penetration-based pleasure of the other participant. So, there you have it. THE MORE YOU KNOW.
Anyone who buys for a second that Mitt Romney is the culmination of nothing but bootstraps—that any Joe Schmo from a middle class family could have done what Mitt Romney did career-wise so quickly and so easily, without his family money and connections helping him get through school, without his family money and connections helping him land the right jobs—is seriously naive.
I am just so, so, so tired of a couple of rich people, who have always been rich people, pretending to be not rich people, to try to trick not rich people into thinking that their policies, which are demonstrably not for not rich people, will help them.
When I see how much people on the right seem to struggle with the context of Obama’s “you didn’t build that” speech, it’s not hard to see why. They often don’t understand the context of their own lives and privilege. Can’t figure out that growing up the child of a millionaire, governor, and former presidential candidate means that you are given the sort of opportunities and privileges that absolutely no one else would get…and that when you are the child of people with no money, no education, no lofty titles or careers, you are dealt all sorts of challenges and obstacles that someone like Mitt Romney would never encounter. These people utterly fail to see how their achievements are largely dependent upon circumstance, and how a rich dude growing up and figuring out how to be rich is not the same as a person who grows up in poverty simply figuring out how to survive, much less work themselves into a better life. It is not meritocracy that turns a rich kid like Mitt Romney into a rich man like Mitt Romney. It’s plutocracy.
On a final note, I am sick of Ann trotting our her experiences with MS and breast cancer as examples of how “regular people” she and Mitt are, how much they have “struggled.” It is not that I don’t have sympathy for her for what she has experienced. It’s just that I find the, “Look at my illnesses! See, we’re just like you!” crap to be pretty meaningless when Ann, unlike many people in this country, has health insurance and access to the very best America’s medical community can provide. A poor person who has MS or has battled breast cancer would have a very different story…and very likely, a story with a much less happy ending. The fact that “Obamacare,” which protects people with MS, who have or had cancer, is one of the Big Bads for the Romney campaign, the fact that there is no understanding that Ann Romney’s struggles are not the same as the struggles of a poor person who has MS or breast cancer, infuriates me.
I’m just tired of Republicans trying to erase the differences produced by class in America. The only time you can get a Republican to talk about issues of class is if the topic of race comes up, and then, it’s just to derail the conversation and say the real problem isn’t race but money.
I’m done. I can’t watch or listen to this bullshit anymore. It is insulting to my intelligence, and everyone else’s, when the Romneys stand up in front of the country and pretend to be regular people with regular concerns who built their fucking bootstraps instead of coasting to wealth on the bootstraps handed to them by their parents. Fuck. That. Noise.
Guys, let’s be clear here. Marvel movieverse!Steve Rogers does not have a problem with powerful women.
Exhibits A-U, his major fucking thing for Peggy fucking Carter. In 2012, the US still doesn’t let women into full-on combat units. Read this if you want to see the kind of grief that real, modern women get for being in charge of training dudes in, like, real, modern, so-called enlightened America.
In the movie, Peggy Carter tells big, strong, manly men that their push-ups are weak shit. She punches assholes who hit on her in work setting. She defies orders when she thinks it’s the right thing to do; she flies into enemy territory right up to the gates of an enemy installation and goes herself. She walks up to Steve Rogers in a public place and basically says, so when this war is over, we’re going to bust some bedsprings. She shoots a gun at him when she catches him smooching another lady.
You want to fight about whether she would actually have done those things in 1943/44? Sure, we can have a fight, even though I don’t really think that sociological realism was what the movie was going for, since the villain is a Nazi who pulls off his plastic skin-face to reveal a blood-red skull. You want to talk about whether it was appropriate for her to shoot at Steve for kissing another girl? I’m happy to do so. But it’s clear Peggy is meant to read as powerful and confident to a modern audience, so you gotta ask. How would she have read to a guy actually from that area?
Startling is only the beginning of it, and guys, guys, Steve is so, so, so into it. She goes on a mission she wouldn’t be allowed on today, and like, blows up a dude in front of Steve’s eyes. His response? Just watch the movie. (Hint: It’s OH GOD LET’S MAKE OUT IN FRONT OF THIS DOOR THROUGH WHICH THE ENEMY IS ESCAPING BECAUSE I AM SO HOT FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, SO HOT)
Exhibits V-Z, Steve’s total non-goddamn problem with Natasha Romanov. Does Steve Rogers ask why she wants him to boost her up onto a grav sled? Does he have any qualms about saying that her job is to stay on the ground with him during the Chitauri battle and keep the battle with them?
(This rant has been brought to you by yet another shitty, shitty genderswap fic in which Steve has issues with powerful ladies, mostly for the purpose of him being mean to g!Tony, and other Avengers point out that he should not be mean to her! So he apologizes, and then, they have sex and babies and pretty pretty princess parties!)
(sinope, this is absolutely not directed at your genderswap. There is a lot of shitty genderswap out there; for some reason, I read it long after I shouldn’t. Yours is so not among them.)
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH YES. THIS. TO ADD TO THIS.
Can we also add Peggy’s very first scene, where Steve’s two reaction shots are a) UNF. and b) she just punched out that asshat ok I want to bear her children. Or the car scene on the morning of the procedure, when they bond over the frustration of not being taken seriously? Or the fact that he respects Natasha’s intelligence and instinct and abilities so much (after knowing her for such a short time) that one nod from her is enough for him to accept Clint as an Avenger when he’s been fighting against them for most of the film?
I don’t care how fucking unrealistic it is for a bloke from the 1940s to be accepting of women, or POCs, or LBGTQ people etc etc. Canonically, movieverse!Steve’s attitude to everyone is Are you oppressing the downtrodden and defenseless? No? Swell! Do you want to be in my gang? We fight Nazis :D
It’s kind of, you know, a big part of why Steve is Steve. Which is kind of, you know, a big part of why he was chosen to receive the Serum in the first place. Which is kind of, you know, the whole fucking point of First Avenger.