The Same Conversation
I keep getting into the same conversation. It’s a conversation about *ism in the geek community, and why I (usually as part of the monolithic “feminists”) feel obligated to criticize a work (game, movie, book). Why, if I don’t like it, I can’t just ignore it, avoid it, put it down, and buy something I like.
So here’s a dirty little secret for you. I like geek things.
Let’s let that sink in.
I like geek things. I want to sit around a table and roll dice and pretend to be a princess or a bard or a thief. I want to go watch movies with dragons and balrogs and space ships and FTL travel (and if you know of a movie that has all those things, let me know). I want to rock out to people like MC Chris.
So why do I criticize this stuff? Why do I call this out?
Because I love this stuff. I love high fantasy, and I love sci-fi, and I love cyberpunk, and I love alternate realities where there are still dinosaurs. But the place at the geek table that is made for me is still so small I don’t fit in it. I get to pull up a chair and sit right outside the conversation. I get told that when I play a video game that has the option to play a woman character, that should be enough. I shouldn’t want that character to reflect what I look like, what I sound like, what my hopes and fears and motivations are.
And I’m tired of it. I love you geek culture and I’m tired of you telling me you will only love me back if I comply with the place you’ve already made for me. So I fight. I push and shove and criticize and point out where the cracks are. Because I want you to show me you love me too, not just tell me that it’s okay if I hang out.
So I keep getting in the same conversation.
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