It’s always amazing the double standards and pushback one gets when demanding better from comics and the media in general.
When cis straight white fans demand certain storylines or better characters or what have you, they’re lauded and praised as being outspoken, passionate and devoted fans. Yet when LGBTQs and fans of color simply ask for better representation (or any representation for that matter) and to have our stories explored, suddenly we’re being entitled, uppity, unreasonable, too sensitive.
Because heaven forbid as a customer and a fan I dare ask for better quality for my dollar or think I deserve to be heard as straight white fans are. Heaven forbid I ask to be treated as something other than 3/5 of a person in society.
Here’s the score. I spend just as much money on comics as straight white fans. I support movies, television shows, novels, etc. just like straight white fans. And I find it quite sickening, not to mention disturbing that in the 21st century, I’m STILL having to explain to people why diversity is not a sin and why marginalized people such as women, POCs, LGBTQs, disabled, etc. deserve to be represented in the media and not be denigrated by bigoted hacks. And if you can’t understand why equality is NOT about political correctness but about doing the right thing then fuck you too.
And for those who have a problem with seeing someone different from you in the media, then the only thing I want to know is why are you really tripping?
Since there have been a few recent attempts at bringing privileged wankery to this blog, I feel it prudent to remind everyone – nah, let me be honest: the asshats who can’t be bothered to check their privilege before posting here – about a few things. You would think that after reading the links in BOLD COLORFUL UPPERCASE LETTERS AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE that some of these people would take the goddamn hint and keep themselves the fuck out of here, but no – they insist upon dragging their shit here and trying to derail what we’re trying to do.
HINT: it’s not about convincing privileged people to believe us or be nicer to us.
What’s this blog for again?
Lately my head’s been a soup of ideas swirling around the representation of Black women, especially when it comes to invoking or subverting the Strong Black Woman trope.
I’m gonna say right off the bat that I’m not too familiar with X-men. I mean, I saw the movies and read about X-men, but never felt compelled to get my hands on any of the comics. So this is pretty much me inviting you to take what I say here with a grain of salt.
Storm is the First Lady of Marvel so start treating her like it
THIS, Dan Slott, is just a small example of the racism you were getting called out on in regards to NORAH WINTERS. Because black men have never had to contend with the big black dick to satiate white women trope in the media ever. But oh wait, Norah Winters can’t possibly be racist, after all, she’s fucking a black guy.
Between that and the manual labor crack, you are following Joe Kelly quite well in the rampant racefail.
But more on Norah “Grand Wizard In Training” Winters in a bit.
Let’s talk about the epic fail that is Dan Slott and how he’s a perfect example of HOW NOT to show your ass on the internet. Specifically spamming this very blog after being called out on his racism. And how we here at Ars Marginal DON’T PLAY THAT SHIT!!!
But in order to truly appreciate this sad sordid saga, a little backstory of what’s been brewing over the last couple of weeks is in order.
Because there’s always a backstory
In which I illustrate to comic book fandom why this Gay Magical Negro is not their friend.
So Chuck Dixon and his ilk of glorified inbreds have recently been throwing a hissy fit over the repeal of DADT and the invasion of the homos fagging up their preshus armies and handing out their AIDS burgers.
Now typically I would write a long eloquent thesis about why homophobia is wrong and why this failed mindset is so full of fail
Between Levitz’s misogyny, the Thor racefail, and Dixon’s homophobia (trifecta anyone?), I’m simply out of spoons and today we won’t be playing diplomatic minority where I mind my tone like a good non-threatening Negro. Because if you think I’m under obligation to smile and take it while I’m being denigrated, then you’re a sociopath who views me as a 3/5 subhuman.
No. All I have to say today to Dixon and others like him is simply: FUCK YOU!!!
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So late last week former DC president Paul Levitz mansplained how superhero stories are more appealing to boys.
In the interview, Levitz states:
I’m not sure that young women are as interested in reading about superheroes. The fundamental dynamic of the superhero story has historically been more appealing to boys than to girls. There are any number of very successful superhero comics over the years that have had a better gender balance than others, but the genre as a whole has been a more male genre.
more mansplaining here
We are currently living through a romance novel renaissance. Not only are new subgenres appearing and old ones expanding — steampunk romances, no joke! — but romance authors and readers are getting more vocal, resisting the stigma of romance readers as sex-starved bonbon-devouring housewives. There is now a course on romance novels at Yale, and an academic journal that deals with the subject. Just this week the rising tide of romance ebook sales — by far the most-sold genre in digital form — was featured in an article on the front page of the New York Times.
Which brings me to China.
It is the 21st century, Age of the New Shit. For decades Tolkien has sat immobile on the White Throne of Middle-earth. He is master of elves by the will of Eru Illuvatar, and master of a million tropes by the might of his inexhaustible fanboys. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with the power of the Tolkien Estate and movie rights. He is the Carrion Lord for whom a thousand fanboy souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, Tolkien continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty fandoms battle across the miasma of the web; vast hordes of geeks give battle in his name on uncounted forums against the tides of Terry Goodkind, Joe Abercrombie, and R. Scott Bakker. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from the gritty, the dark and edgy, the rape squads–and worse.
To be a fan in such a time is to be one amongst untold millions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of intelligence and rational discourse, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark present there is only the gritty arms race to the bottom. There is no peace amongst the forums, only an eternity of flamewars and trolls, and the laughter of hack-writers.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! Or, perhaps, rape for the rape god.
You better check this shit out right the fuck now.
One holiday classic I’ve always found so unsettling is Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.
I attended Catholic school between the third and the fifth grade and with the exception of two Asian students, I was the only POC in our entire class. Let’s just say at 8 years old I received a crash course in racism and we’re going to leave it at that.
Each year we would watch the animated classic of Rudolph. There was always something disturbing about the story, until last year when I came to the epiphany that the tale is a metaphor for minority plight.