Posts tagged sexism
Posts tagged sexism
From seanan_mcguire’s posting on Sexism, the current SFWA kerfuffle, and “lady authors:” in the comments, via jenk, a long lovely passage from Dorothy L. Sayers’ 1947 essay, “The Human-Not-Quite-Human”. Read the whole thing. The perception of this problem is nothing new… (via dduane)
I love me some Dorothy L. Sayers.
The editor of the Science Fiction Writers’ Association bulletin has resigned over an Internet backlash against sexism in the magazine.
Wowwww I was expecting this to be more of the same stuff you always see in these kind of argument over impractical fantasy armour and that kind of thing, but this is some serious boys club Mad Men bullshit.
THIS IS A MUST READ
i just spent the last hour reading various responses to this SFWA debacle. i had no idea how unbalanced the publishing world was, or how much sexism published female authors have to undergo without complaint lest their careers suffer the price. i saw a posts filled with comments about how sci-fi was in danger of being too politically correct and safe by GASP treating women as actual people worthy of respect, which i find to be insulting not only to us quietly dignified barbie dolls but also to the male readers and writers, because man do they give men a bad name.
fingers crossed the old guard dies out soon and the new guard of young misogynist assholes gets stamped out, because women make up most of the book purchasing demographic (and that’s where the real power lies, isn’t it?), and won’t settle for second class citizenship any longer. women of sci-fi and fantasy are here to stay.
i’m gonna go take a two-hour angry nap now.
this article had a lot to cover but i really wanted to get across just how deeply, deeply entrenched the sci-fi community is with this “old guard” mentality and how many fissures of conflict and tension there seem to be as a result—everything from the entire readercon board having to resign last year over their unwillingness to actually apply their zero tolerance sexual harassment policy, and the discussions that ensued, to Harlan Ellison’s losing no stature in the community after his infamous onstage boob-grab of one of the most respected women in sci-fi. To all the best-of sci-fi lists that kept continually excluding female authors.
And note that readercon image for the article I linked: “This is your father’s readercon.”
If the sci-fi publishing world is ever going to be yours or mine, it’s going to take a lot more direct challenges like these to all the assumptions that are keeping “your father’s” ideas around.
ok so lemme do a short thing about virginity/ tightness of vagina. Your vagina gets looser as you become more sexually aroused during intercourse. This is why when you normally put a finger in your vagina, its a lot tighter than when you put it in when you’re aroused. The myth that the vagina is tighter when you’re a virgin is caused by 2 things
1) cis men love the idea of “ruining” a woman’s body (as shown by porn) and they get some sort of sick pleasure from thinking that after having sex with a woman, she will never be the same again.
2) women are more anxious during their first time, which results in them being less sexually aroused and their vagina being more contracted.
if your have kids young enough, your vagina will literally return to it’s previous tightness. That’s how elastic it is. There is no way your vagina becomes “looser after having sex with lots of men”. that’s just slut shame-y bullshit.
Men who brag about shit like “her pussy was tight as hell for me. I ruined that pussy” are just bragging about the fact that they couldnt sexually arouse her enough for her to loosen enough. Which means they are awful at sex. They are bragging about being fucking awful at sex.
The only time your vagina becomes looser is with age and after multiple births.
Anyone who tell you differently is dumb.
As you can guess, dating apps require a certain amount of finesse. But while the nuances of app-based dating culture might be a little tricky to understand, one thing seems pretty clear: Don’t send someone a picture of your junk unless she explicitly asks for one.
This happened to me a few months ago at 8AM on a Sunday while I was reading and had both sunglasses and headphones on. I counted the times I implicitly (“I’d just like to read my book”) or explicitly (“please just leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you”) told him no, and I reached EIGHTEEN before I decided to jump on a train that wasn’t even mine to escape him because he kept trying to touch me even when I said very firmly ‘don’t touch me’.
See? It’s not always because we don’t say ‘no’ clearly enough - sometimes they just don’t want to hear it.
He followed me onto the train. He sat down next to me, kept trying to talk, and with a train full of people (mostly men) I told him loudly and firmly to ‘leave me alone’. He didn’t, no one said anything, no one looked up, in fact I’m pretty sure they were trying to look anywhere else. He asked why I was being such a bitch, why I wouldn’t agree to just go out for a drink, why I thought I was ‘pretty enough’ to just ignore him. Feeling close to hysterical I shouted at him “I’ve said ‘no’ about forty fucking times and you’re still forcing yourself on me - are you a rapist-in-training or just a massive cunt?”
He said I was crazy, that I was probably on my period, and got off at the next stop. No one asked me if I was okay, no one helped me, and the only people that looked at me were giving me those ‘why did you have to ruin my train journey with all that noise?’ looks.
Men who get upset with women who are ‘rude’ when you try to hit on them - THIS IS WHY.
i think from now on, everyone who persists past the first “no” is going to get one in the nose. i’m pretty sure they aren’t going to stop unless physically punished.
I HATE THE DAILY MAIL
But a woman Doctor would be more than a disappointment to the show’s legion of fans — it would betray a British tradition.
The character has been a role model for three generations of boys. …
Why must the Doctor fall victim to a politically correct trend for ‘gender neutral’ childhoods?
It may come as a surprise to many in these liberated times, but most little boys still grow up wanting to be men.
And what finer example of a man — brave, reflective, with a keen sense of heroic duty — is there than Doctor Who?
LOLOLOL where is that computer punching gif when i need it oh my god
(p.s. never click on any links to the daily mail website. they are professional trolls and this is how they make their money.)
You know those dastardly healthcare providers have something to hide.
ok well i’m not the yoisthisracist of sexism or anything, but NOPE, it is not sexist to call men dicks. “dick” is way less gendered than “cunt”, and is WAY less “serious” as an insult. like, in most workplaces you could probably get away with jokingly calling someone a dick, but you’d be vanishingly unlikely to get away with throwing the C-word around. also, i feel like “dick” is less connected to you know, actual penises, than “cunt” is to vaginas? idk. but i’d definitely say that “dick” is NOT sexist. particularly since sexism against men isn’t really comparable to sexism against women.
most slurs against women are slurs against women, whereas unisex insults/insults against men don’t imply that they’re bad because they ARE men. insults for women all kinda boil down to “women = shit”: bitch, cunt, whore, etc. whereas insults for men = asshole, douchebag, bastard, etc. there are no male insults that hold the same vitriol as insults against women, except homophobic slurs. and they’re intended to emasculate, and are therefore not sexist “against” men except in the general patriarchal sense that demeans women/sees a lack of masculinity as something to be derided.
Jim Kirk respects women
Jim Kirk respects women
Jim Kirk respects women
my docs cover the synth-tatami with a fine spoor of undercity dust. “tadaima,” i grumble as i hang my fedora interface on the hook by the door and undo my sash, allowing my monodachi to clump heavily to the floor. “okaerinasai!” chirps AVINA, smoothly thrumming from standby into her waifu subroutines. Anime Vocaloid with Independent Neural Architecture— smart, beautiful, and illegal under nexus-govt anti-anime digilaws. i had cyber-heisted her software from a yamahacorp mainframe, and she had been living in my apartment’s datanet ever since. originally meaning to sell her off to the highest bidder, i had instead kept her around for company. she was less complicated than real females.
“onii-san…” she begins in a saccharine voice, calling me by the name i’d instructed her to use. “not now,” i interrupt using my gruff voice, which is my normal voice. “i’ve important business to attend to.” speaking of damnable females. i’d encountered a particularly choice one on the maglev ride home from the undercity, and was merely partaking in the capture of a few images for later perusal using my g-shades when she’d had the temerity to get upset about it. like i’d really wanted to look at her anyway.
i jacked the shades into my cyberdeck and began upload. the female on the train had been wearing g-shades of her own (as if she knew how to use them, i had thought) and had responded to my compliments by activating the device’s built-in optical datalight. it’s normally used for wireless transmission of files and programs between g-shades, but apparently this vapid was trying to use its bright light to blind my camera. not likely, sweetie. i suppressed a heh and continued uploading the photos to neo-reddit.
suddenly, the house AI gives a startled yelp and alarm klaxons blare from my cyberdeck. a virus has somehow gotten through my firewalls and is chewing through my data nodes faster than any countermeasures i can deploy. i shriek and pound the desk, scattering figmas and empty cans of jolt. years of collection and archival work melts before my eyes. how could this have happened? how could a virus like this have gotten past my security measures? i tear my hair and rend my prized vintage haruhi shirt, undone.
it dawns on me, creeping slowly like a legitimate photographer through the dormitory bushes. i try frantically to warn neo-reddit not to open the photos, but it’s too late. the virus has propagated wildly and the sub-neo-reddit is already baying for blood. my blood. i dive heavily under my desk and grab my bug-out bag, hoping that i can escape in time before ten thousand angry candid photo aficionados break down my door. pounding out in the hallway. muffled sounds of heavy breathing. my heart drops like a discarded hard drive.
“onii-san!” chirps AVINA. “you have visitors!”