Am I A Feminist?
May. 1st, 2006 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseSo, I’m looking through the list of panels I’ll be on at WisCON 30 and two-thirds of them have the word “feminist” in them. I am on –
Cross-Genre Fantasy (Writing SF – The Business) Saturday, 8:30-9:45 am
Feminist Fiction is So Five Minutes Ago (Feminism, Sex and Gender) Saturday, 2:30 – 3:45 pm
Feminist Romance (Writing SF – The Business) Sunday, 2:30-3:45 pm
I’m not complaining because, given the caliber of guests attending this year, I’m grateful to be so many panels. Three is a lot, considering Ursula K. LeGuin will be there, and probably most people would rather hear her talk about her grocery list than listen to me expound on just about anything.
So, WisCON concom, thank you. Sincerely – thank you very, very much.
Now back to the bitching.
Is there anything about me that says raving feminist? Okay, yeah, I could see how you could think so. Yes, I am a woman. Yes, that’s me in my senior year at high school being voted “Biggest Women’s Libber” (no joke.) And, yes, okay, I am a lesbian.
But does that really qualify?
I think the only manifesto of the feminist variety I’ve read was “Room of One’s Own” by Virginia Wolfe, and, to be quite perfectly honest, I don’t remember it and it was not something I read voluntarily (it was an English assignment in college.) It might actually be helpful to revisit now that I’m a mom, but normally I find Wolfe tedious (preferring, as I do, space ships and laser guns), so maybe not.
I have never written anything I consider to be feminist. My first novel has a female protagonist, who is capable and carries a big gun, but come on. Is that really ground breaking any more? Please tell me it’s not. I guess, therein lies the problem, doesn’t it? I got very distracted the other day following some links to a fantastic discussion about women in comic book art. (It should be noted that I am a Marvel grrl, and have been since my cousin Laun introduced me to X-Men back in 1970-whatever.) Anyway, there’s a bit of fervor over the new Frank Miller cover for Wonder Woman. And, looking at that made me realize that women can kick butt in a “man’s world,” but so many of them still can’t do it without being objectified. (If you’re curious about this, you simply must check out this http://odditycollector.livejournal.com/97166.html
And I guess that ticks me off, which, at the end of the day, qualifies probably a lot more than whether or not I’m a grrl, queer, or well-read.
Cross-Genre Fantasy (Writing SF – The Business) Saturday, 8:30-9:45 am
Feminist Fiction is So Five Minutes Ago (Feminism, Sex and Gender) Saturday, 2:30 – 3:45 pm
Feminist Romance (Writing SF – The Business) Sunday, 2:30-3:45 pm
I’m not complaining because, given the caliber of guests attending this year, I’m grateful to be so many panels. Three is a lot, considering Ursula K. LeGuin will be there, and probably most people would rather hear her talk about her grocery list than listen to me expound on just about anything.
So, WisCON concom, thank you. Sincerely – thank you very, very much.
Now back to the bitching.
Is there anything about me that says raving feminist? Okay, yeah, I could see how you could think so. Yes, I am a woman. Yes, that’s me in my senior year at high school being voted “Biggest Women’s Libber” (no joke.) And, yes, okay, I am a lesbian.
But does that really qualify?
I think the only manifesto of the feminist variety I’ve read was “Room of One’s Own” by Virginia Wolfe, and, to be quite perfectly honest, I don’t remember it and it was not something I read voluntarily (it was an English assignment in college.) It might actually be helpful to revisit now that I’m a mom, but normally I find Wolfe tedious (preferring, as I do, space ships and laser guns), so maybe not.
I have never written anything I consider to be feminist. My first novel has a female protagonist, who is capable and carries a big gun, but come on. Is that really ground breaking any more? Please tell me it’s not. I guess, therein lies the problem, doesn’t it? I got very distracted the other day following some links to a fantastic discussion about women in comic book art. (It should be noted that I am a Marvel grrl, and have been since my cousin Laun introduced me to X-Men back in 1970-whatever.) Anyway, there’s a bit of fervor over the new Frank Miller cover for Wonder Woman. And, looking at that made me realize that women can kick butt in a “man’s world,” but so many of them still can’t do it without being objectified. (If you’re curious about this, you simply must check out this http://odditycollector.livejournal.com/97166.html
And I guess that ticks me off, which, at the end of the day, qualifies probably a lot more than whether or not I’m a grrl, queer, or well-read.