owl in flight
ink (2012)
by Iain Macarthur
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I played through the game Journey last night… man, I think it’s one of the most beautiful pieces of media I’ve ever seen. I painted my favorite level here.
Rarity for Bronycon.
(Source: ohdeargodwhy, via ihatemyparents)
exploding orgy of gender anarchy: On Shipping and Fanboys -
This is my letter to angry fanboys.
First, let it be known that I love most fanboys. When I go to a con, most of the guys there are respectful. They share a passion with me, and that’s awesome. We’re all on a rock floating through space with little connection to most of the people who surround us, so anything that allows us to bond is fantastic.
What I don’t love are angry fanboys (I wish there were a different word for them). I don’t love being scoffed at when I jump excitedly at finding a comic. I don’t love being told that, if I didn’t like something, it’s because it wasn’t “meant for chicks.” I don’t love the notion that I’m not a real fan because I have two X chromosomes and like to look at the Avengers cast. And I sure as hell don’t love my online interests (particularly shipping) being looked down on by the people who do this:
(Comment on a negative Rotten Tomatoes review of The Avengers.)
(Message in my inbox. Way to be an anonymous coward.)
(Comment on the the SHH boards.)
That last one’s fairly tame. It followed a (now deleted) comment that went something to the effect of this: “Tumblr is sick. I can’t even browse the Avengers tag because of all the fangirls posting porn.”
Well, you know what? I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry my enjoyment of fandom is different from yours.
Maybe my time would be better spent bitching at reviewers and complaining that Black Widow made it to film before Ant-Man. But that’s not what I choose to do. I choose to draw. I choose to write fanfic. I choose to share podcasts and make comic book recommendations. I choose to be positive (when I’m not pissed of at people like you anyway).
I’m not sorry you sometimes stumble upon sexualized male characters.
You know why? Because of this:
(Zatanna’s new “costume”)
And this:
(Starfire)
And this:
(Heroes for Hire #13)
And, finally, this:
(Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk, Hawkeye, and TITS AND ASS!)
You get to ogle comic book characters constantly. You get to ogle movie characters constantly. And you know what? While I have a problem with the double standard in comics, that is your right. Women are sexy.
But if I want to put Iron Man and Captain America on the cover of The Notebook or pose them like Cyclops and Jean Grey, I’m going to do it. And I think I have the right to without being thought of as some sort of freak.
(Shameless self-promotion.)
How is the way I enjoy my hobby less healthy than the way you enjoy yours? How am I the one who’s inappropriate? I think it’s because I sexualize male characters instead of female ones.
I’m not sorry that makes you uncomfortable.
(“Leave the Avengers aloooonnneeeee!”)
(Wasp would never say this.)
I’m not sorry you’re a homophobe.
Actually, I kind of am. Exploring alternate sexual orientations isn’t “defamation of character.” It’s 2012, for crying out loud. I’m not a lesbian (or curious for that matter) but I can appreciate the Spider-Woman/Ms.Marvel pairing and the occasional Pepper/Natasha fic. The world of internet fandom has a lot to offer you if you let it.
I’m not sorry for shipping.
Shipping is glorious. I ship because it’s nice to think that these epic heroes have equally epic romances. Some of the fanfic out there is better written than a lot of comic books. Some of the fanart is better than real comic book art (looking at you, Rob Liefeld). Some of the things I ship are canon (Spider-Man/MJ). Others aren’t.
(Not canon.)
There’s a misconception that fangirls are only interested in male/male pairings. Some of them are, and who cares? That’s their right. But the assumption just isn’t true. There’s a reason Natasha/Clint is popular among movie fans. There’s a reason Tony/Pepper is popular. Those characters have boatloads of chemistry.
Then again, so do Loki/Thor, Tony/Bruce, and Tony/Steve. Don’t want ladies to overwhelmingly ship male characters together? Make a movie with more than one female lead. We can’t help it that The Avengers is a sausage party.
We are going to ship. We are going to ship loudly and proudly and there’s nothing you can do about it. I suggest you stop complaining and jump on the bandwagon. You might be surprised at how much you enjoy fangirls when you get to know us. We have a sense of humor. We have a sense of fun. We just happen to also have a strong sense of romance and a thing for attractive men.
So sue us.
*STANDING OVATION*
Bless this post
So much this
Oh, I’m sorry, are people sexualizing your gender and then putting it on the internet in a way that makes you uncomfortable? Welcome to every single day for women.
(via bittersweetart)
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(Source: absenteism)
You know what, fuck this post. Maybe women wouldn’t feel the need to other themselves if so many enjoyable, genderless activities weren’t so heavily gendered to begin with. Do you know why a woman would feel the need to say, “Yes, I’m a girl and I play video games”? It’s because she or other women she knows have had their hobbies and interests invalidated based solely upon their gender. So much of this leads to woman internalizing this casual sexism, which is the most insidious part of the whole thing. Girls strive to differenciate themselves from being “girls”. ‘Yes I’m a girl, but I’m not like those OTHER girls. I’m cool, because I like guy things.’ So why do women other themselves this way? Why do they form little groups on Facebook for their interests, explicitly announcing that despite the hurdle of being a woman, they’ve overcome and somehow gotten to enjoy this activity? Because “girl” has become shorthand for “shitty” on such a grand scale that it’s embarrassing. Feminine is embarrassing. Feminine is weak. Feminine doesn’t play Counter Strike or enjoy stupid wrestling or burp loudly in public because it’s funny. Both men and women write off a girl as trying to be a special snowflake for being proud of belching in public, but here is the sad truth: belch in public as a girl and you get flack for it. You get surprise. Distaste. Most likely you get admiration from male friends, because you did something as gross and masculine as release noisy air from your dumb food hole, but are still so adorable! It becomes a badge of honor; you’re one of the cool girls who is like a guy. You internalize it. It becomes identity.
When I worked at a comic book shop from the time I was 16 until I turned 22, due to the fact that I FUCKING LOVE COMICS, I would answer the phone and have customers ask me if there were a man there that could answer his comic book questions. This was not an isolated incident. This happened monthly, sometimes weekly. I had boys sit at my counter and make eyes at my stupid pubescent face while telling me how gosh, I wasn’t like other girls. I liked comics and games and could eat a whole package of jerky myself.
That is a huge steaming pile of turds.
Girls are funny and gross and awful and beautiful and ugly and just as diverse as any group of young men. Also? They’re marginalized, fucking fight me on it.
I love video games and I have a vagina, I don’t feel the need to announce this over the head set, no. But you know what? Fuck the people judging girls trying to feel even slightly empowered doing the things pictured above if they feel like it. I’ll bet half of them are women themselves, trying to ‘outbro’ each other. “Vagina award for doing things everyone else does” Fuck you, girls get so much shit for this kind of stuff it’s not even funny. Alluding to things being equal is bullshit.
internalized misogyny, yo
(Source: kanyewesticle)
HEY CREEP.
I power-watched all of Bob’s Burgers this week. I really really love the kids in that show, especially Tina and Louise. So I did this terrible thing because I love the kids in another show. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Let’s not even mention that Meelo who, as an Airbender, is probably a vegetarian and is wearing a burger costume. WHATEVER MAN, IT’S A VEGGIE BURGER. VEGGIE BURGER.
