GOOD MORNING my fellow Americans. You live in the wealthiest, healthiest, best fed, most leisurely, longest living, most disease free, best educated, most hygenic, most luxurious, most literate, freest, and safest point in all of the hundreds of thousands of years of human history by an ENORMOUS margin. Chin up there sport, and try to act like it.
Oh, I know I have it better than a lot of would-be comics buyers, and that’s what worries me. I’ve had it with the self-appointed gatekeepers in comics.
I’m reblogging to share my own experience with this. I’m a guy and I’m not really into comic books (I do enjoy super hero movies and sci-fi films and such sometimes, just not too much into the actual comics and definitely not the collectibles and stuff.) But about 11 years ago I was dating a very attractive woman who was very much into comics and was a sci-fi junkie, as were 2 of her girlfriends. So somehow I was coerced into going to Comic Con in San Diego with them (this was back when it was big, but before it became the massive event it apparently is today.)
Walking around Comic Con as a guy with 3 attractive women was a rather eye opening experience. EVERYONE assumed I was the comic fan and had somehow talked/forced/paid these girls to come with me. Vendors, people signing autographs, door people for little discussion panels. Everyone addressed their questions/comments/sales pitches to me, and pretty much ignored the 3 women (except to hit on them, usually very poorly.) We had door people at crowded panels actually stop us, tell me seating was pretty filled up inside, and wanted to know if I could go in alone and let my “little girlfriends” go to the food court or something more appropriate for them until the panel was done. When I explained that I was the one who would rather go to the food court, and that the girls wanted to listen to the panel, I was universally met with disbelief.
And on top of that came the anger. When people would start talking comics with me (usually in an obvious attempt to get me to introduce the women to them,) many of them actually got pissed when I told them I wasn’t into comics at all, and that the girls were the fans. Some of the guys would accuse the girls of being fake fans. Some of them thought we were pulling their leg. But many of the guys got angry that these apparently rare, very attractive comic book fangirls were with a guy who had no interest in the subject. The running theme seemed to be that these fangirls were “wasted” on a non fan like me, and “how dare” I keep these women from real fans like them. It was a surreal combination of anger and sexual desperation/frustration mixed with capes and tights and toy weapons. One of the costume clad kids (I say “kid,” but he was probably 30) even insulted me and then basically challenged me to a duel- it took all my will power not to smack him upside the head and leave him with a massive atomic wedgie. But at least he had the cajones to confront me, there was also a lot of quiet insults behind our backs. And this happened the entire convention.
Now let me say, not every guy was like this. There were also plenty of nice chaps who behaved perfectly mannered to me and my friends once it was made clear that I was not the fan (though most still angled for an introduction.) But as is often the case, you remember the negative experiences. From my POV, I don’t understand why guys into this comic stuff can’t believe women would honestly be into it too. Do they really think the women are acting like nerds to seduce them? Do these guys think themselves so desirable and/or alpha that girls need to fake being a fan just to be near them? I can see that happening to an NFL player maybe, but it seemed a tad bit delusional with these guys. And that girlfriend was by no means the only one who ever out-nerded me. I’ve known a ton of nerd fangirls and dated more than a few.
From my personal experience, I would even guess there are way more “fangirls” than there appear to be, as many probably “stay in the closet.” Now that I think about it, I don’t think any of my comic/sci-fi fan girlfriends ever admitted such until after we were dating. From what I saw, it is a hostile environment to be an “out” comic book fangirl. And if it was this way at Comic Con, I imagine a comic book shop would be as bad or worse (I’m not sure I’ve ever actually been in a comic book shop, but I occasionally leave the TV on after Walking Dead and have seen that Kevin Smith comic book shop show that follows it, and it seems to just be a den of sexual frustration and lust for super heroine cleavage.)
And as a final note to be fair, the various “booth girl” types- those that were obviously paid to be scantily clad heroines- also assumed that the girls I was with were just “off duty” booth girls. So the disbelief did run many ways.
These guys lust after women who are into comic books and sci-fi stuff, but then create an environment totally hostile to their goal. They focus blame on the women who actually “come out,” while simultaneously bemoaning the women who do not. And though my ex is still a huge fan, she is still dating non-fans, probably for this very reason.
Since I sometimes have dreams where I am stalking and chasing other people, I wonder if I am ever the villain in their nightmares?
Time flies. It has been almost 2 years since we did our last Apocalypse Ballerina cocktail hour. Our model (a former professional ballerina) could stand on point in bondage ballet boots for an hour while balancing the cocktails on her “skirt” and wearing a gas mask half the time. She was ridiculously athletic (most people can’t stand 3 minutes in those shoes.)
The party was always a hit. I think I’ll have to put one on the schedule for March or April
Randomly funny to see something posted about Kevin de Leon on my Tumblr feed. I live in his former state assembly district, am on the Lincoln Heights Neighborhood Council, and a few years ago I put together a little exploratory committee and spoke with a party representative about running for the state assembly seat that he was vacating (he was leaving to run for state Senate.) In fact, my Facebook “about” section still reads “Kevin Flint for 45th District seat in 2010.” At the time I joked I should legally change my name to “Kevin de Flint" to confuse some of the voters. As an added bonus, we even went to the same university.
I ended up getting wrapped up in my own fun, and never got around to running. The district has since been redistricted, and there is probably no way I could win with the current layout. My LA City Council aspirations are similarly impossible unless I moved to a different area of the city. The politics of demographics.
I ought to call Kevin though, and give him a little coaching before his next speech. He got the gun nut extremists (as opposed to us not-quite-as-insane, far less conspiracy-theory addled, much better looking, and considerably more rational gun nut moderates) all fuming and frothing over this one. I can practically hear them stomping around, their angry screams launching bits of spittle at their computer monitors.
photos by RedMisa
Large parts of the former Soviet Union already look like they are the set of a post-apocalypse movie. These photos from the protests in Ukraine are pretty much sealing the deal. Oh yes, and someone might want to tell the dude in that antique gas mask that it doesn’t do a lot of good without the filter cartridge.
As you can tell, we are all about gun safety when we make our annual “blow things up, get naked, get loaded” desert trip. I’m fairly certain we checked to make sure the guns were not loaded and the people were loaded. Maybe. Maybe not. I think the checkers were also loaded. Maybe everything was loaded.
Looking forward to Year #7 this coming Spring.