"Fangirl" is not an insult.

“I like fangirls how I like my coffee. I hate coffee.” Three days after being spotted on a T-shrt for sale at WonderCon, this idiotic slogan is still making waves in the geek community.

Why? Well, for one thing, it seems like a perfect example of the hostile environment women have to deal with when they attend conventions. However, the T-shirt’s manufacturer, Tankhead Custom Tees, has just come forward to explain why the shirt isn’t sexist.

“the fangirl/fanboy shirts can best be explained like this: fangirls/boys =/= fans. Fans are people who like and genuinely respect a fandom, and it’s creators. Fangirls/boys are like those creepy fedora wearing neckbearded bronies, or hetalia fanfiction shippers, who make us all collectively cringe in pain at what they do to the things we love.

No one should ever defend these kinds of people. Seriously, they make the rest of us look bad.”

So, just to be clear here, the shirt isn’t insulting toward all women, just the ones who are the wrong kind of fan. And that’s totally not a gendered insult because bronies (i.e. male fans of a media source that’s traditionally aimed at girls) are repulsive as well. Right?

The idea that it’s OK to be disgusted by certain types of fan is pretty widespread in geek culture, and it’s ridiculous to suggest that this habit isn’t connected to sexist prejudice. In the nonsensical social strata of geekdom, “serious” sci-fi literature fans are somewhere at the top, Trekkies and comic book nerds are somewhere around the middle, and anything women are interested in is invariably right down at the bottom. Popular examples: Supernatural, YA novels with female protagonists, fanfiction, shoujo anime, and pretty much anything that’s popular on Tumblr.

It’s no coincidence that “fangirl” is most commonly used to describe women who read and write fanfiction. By the logic of people who use fangirl as a pejorative term, fans who spend hours reading and collecting superhero comics are at the cool, respectable end of the geek scale, while “fangirls”  who write tens of thousands of words of superhero fanfic are embarrassing weirdos. In other words, if you conform to the old-fashioned, male-dominated form of fandom then you’re fine, but if you prefer to join the subculture that was primarily founded on the work of female fans, then it’s acceptable to publicly mock you at an event like WonderCon.

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Althea and Donna “Uptown Top Ranking” (1978)

Warren Zevon “Werewolves of London” (1978)

The greatest thing you’ll see all week - A Tribute to the 80s

My sprained wrist was upgraded to broken :( I scheduled myself a three-day weekend so I’ll make an effort to catch up on blogging tomorrow.
Happy Spring!

My sprained wrist was upgraded to broken :( I scheduled myself a three-day weekend so I’ll make an effort to catch up on blogging tomorrow.

Happy Spring!

Retro Redux

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(Lemon Daisy cupcakes)

I spent the past couple weeks on TImothy Ferriss’ 4-Hour Body Slow Carb diet. It’s not for me. I’m eating too much fat and protein and I don’t care for the lack of variety. I’m at the point where I don’t want to eat anymore because I’m bored. I also don’t like the cheat days (though I will continue with them in a modified way because I do see the merit).

I find it too hard for me to recover from the cheat days. I eat sugar then for the next few days all I crave is sugar like an insane, sugar-manic vampire bat.

With the juice fast I was taking in too much sugar; with paleo I was too tired from not eating enough carbs; and with slow-carb, I’m uncomfortable and bored. I don’t have a gallbladder anymore so I’m not a fan of all the fat I’ve been eating. My weight loss actually slowed as well because I wasn’t eating in a way that felt normal and comfortable for me. I was forcing myself to eat more food than I would normally  consume.

I’m going back to my 1972 Weight Watchers inspired retro eating plan for my Spring Fling project. I’m going back to eating delicious grapefruit, and rye bread; two of my favourite foods.

So I thought I’d bring you up to speed, dear reader. It’s frustrating but you got to find what works even if that feels like starting over all the time.

Jefferson Airplane “White Rabbit” (Woodstock)

Kim Wilde ” Kids in America” (1981)

I’ll update my blog when I get the chance. My wrist still hurts and I have a lot of work to catch up on. I have this weekend off so I’ll have the time to catch up with myself as well.

I have a new project I’ll be starting. Well, not new, rather a new spin on my current retro project. This song is a hint.

Lunch - Vanilla protein powder + light coconut milk + Saigon cinnamon

Dinner - cashew chicken with teriyaki sauce

Breakfast - scrambled eggs/egg whites, greek yogurt

P.S. don’t be concerned about lack of vegetables. There is a method to my madness and they’ll be added back very soon.

Still only able to type or do anything with my left hand until my right hand heals. Tomorrow, I’m getting my 1970s highlights put in my hair. No, I’m not dying over my grey. It will be my natural hair plus caramel coloured highlights (see my about page pic for reference).

No words today, just accountability. Refer to pic #1 for why.

Samantha Fox “(Hurt Me! Hurt Me!) But the Pants Stay On” (1991)

Samantha Fox “I Surrender (to the Spirit of the Night)” (1987)

I was feeling more pale than usual last night so while out shopping I picked up a jar of my favourite self-tanner. The colour it creates is awesome (very natural) but wow, does it ever smell bad. So I put it on at night so I can shower off the excess (and scent) in the morning.

That’s the theory anyways…

There was no hot water this morning for a shower and the two days previous, getting hot water seemed hit or miss. I don’t know why. I filled up a basin with boiling water mixed with some cold and had a bird bath. Not ideal but it worked well enough to get rid of most of the scent from the self-tanner.

Grocery shopping tonight. Tomorrow I’m going to attempt to make black bean chili. Shouldn’t be any problem; the recipe is easy enough. I’m also going to make cauliflower and garlic soup.

I’m not a very adventurous eater so a lot of my meals are repetitive. I think in Grade 4 (1985-1986), I ate peanut sandwiches, and drank chocolate milk every day for lunch. What can I say? I’m a picky eater and after 38 years, I’m perfectly okay with that.