I was talking to a friend recently about comic books and graphic novels and super hero movies and I finally figured out why so many of them make me nerd rage so hard.
Beyond the Whiteness of so many of them it is the women.
I’m gonna get nerdy.
I am a woman, I have big boobs, sometimes I have long hair. I have been in a fight or two in my time.
Here’s the thing that just shatters my suspension of disbelief as a consumer of the thing.
If you have big ole perky titties that seemingly are impervious to gravity, maybe you can really kick some ass without said titties flopping around or in my case hitting you in the face.
But it just irritates the shit out of me.
Let’s assume if you are kicking the ever loving shit out of your foe, one thing we don’t want is hair sticking to our (of course) glossed lips or getting in our eyes. Blind spots gets you hit in the face in a fight. If you look at photos of women MMA fighters for example, we see a lot of cornrows, low ponytails, braids or short hair. That is for a reason.
You know when there is that ONE thing that just ruins a thing for you?
For me it’s the entirely tactically absurd women in so many of these genres.
See also costumes that have tightly laced corsets. I have also tight laced and doing a lot of ass kicking would probably make the heroine or evil doer pass out.
From a writing perspective my tendency towards nerd rage meltdowns has actually helped my writing quite a bit. At times when I’ve found myself about to write something that common sense tells me is wrong, I think about chicks in ring mail bikinis, with torpedo tits and apparently no worries about metal wedgies, fighting and I check myself.
Personally if I were a bad ass villainess, I would be covering up my tits, wearing a cup (yes those can be helpful even if you don’t have testicles) and getting my hair did before kicking ass. My hair would be up, my jewelry off and I’d be ready to buck.
This is where I also mention how if I got my hands on more of those visuals at an earlier age I might have gotten more into comic books.
I might have been a bigger fan of super hero movies in general.
As I get older I find my tolerance for a host of things has just withered in my old age.
And this is where I mention how much I love so much fan art I’ve seen on tumblr for instance.
A hijab wearing Black Widow, I have seen fancast stuff that blew my mind.
Naturally the ugly side of that is the absolute outrage of racist White fans. It gets ugly.
That is why I don’t fuck with fandom or a large part of nerd culture because I have no tolerance and I’m not trying to have racists fuck my squee up because X CHARACTER HAS TO BE WHITE FOREVER AND EVER.
Speaking of nerdy, while I pound away at the self care book I’ve been poking at a story about two little tween queer girl werewolves getting their wolfyness (I’m playing with the full wolf at puberty trope), one of them figuring out their gender and the two of them navigating first love. Now what’s interesting to me as I write it is that Ikeep thinking of the people who freak out about OMG diversity.
Obviously someone can’t be a person of color, queer AND gender variant.
But, those people do exist in you know actual life.
What kind of lives do anti diversity fan types live that they have never seen anyone who is more than one identity at a time?
Gay Mexican AND disabled?
OH SHIT NO WAY. CANNOT HAPPEN.
I mean, really where do the people come from who cannot fathom that there are people who are not white and able bodied?
I told a writer acquaintance about this little story and his reaction was not about the plot or my wolfy ideas but how I was “shoe horning” the POC, queerness etc in.
How can characters written as entire people, with complex identities be shoe horned?
Suffice to say I a.) set him straight and b.) won’t be talking to him about my work again.
And I’m off.
Before I go I release a new essay on etsy about why feminism as it is done these days is not for me. With a bonus of a full chapter of the self care book. Get it here.