Thursday, 9 December 2010

Wednesday!

Well... early Thursday morning, by now.

I was going to make this one a long post about how much Enterprise sucked at the whole "chicks in space" thing but then I ended up being delayed on the train for the fifth. fucking. time this week and would rather use my pent-up vitriolic rage to talk about the Assange case.

For those of you who have been living under a fucking rock for the last few days, WikiLeaks' founder Julian Assange has been accused of rape. Now since Julian is famous and arguably does good things for society, he is obviously innocent, just like famous rapist and filmmaker Roman Polanski. (Did I say "rapist"? Oops. I meant alleged rapist. Because he's a rapist. Allegedly.)

Monday, 6 December 2010

Monday!

Monday is Recommendation Day!

I often find that books written before about 1960 simply do not have the ability to piss me off, however obnoxiously sexist they are. So I hope you can understand why, despite the fact that all the female characters have about as much personality as dysentery, my first ever recommendation for this blog is Mary Shelley's The Last Man.

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Saturday!

It's Saturday! And I found a Star Trek (2009) review by Tiger Beatdown's Sady! I hereby declare Saturday to be "I totally agree with this lady/dude" day.

"To tell you whose would be a spoiler, but I should probably let you know: after several scenes in which Uhura is established as a strong, independent woman who will not, repeat, not be reduced to a sex object, she does in fact end up dating one of the leads. Also, her uniform still doesn't come with trousers."

This article expresses quite nicely what I found irritating about ST:2009: that and the fact the film doesn't, in my opinion, pass the Bechdel test. For shame! "To live up to the aspirations of the series, the movie would have to boldly go a lot further than its source ever did," Sady writes, and I am in complete agreement. For the franchise that bought us the first (or one of the first) interracial kiss(es) on TV to have clung on to the "No Chicks in Space" trope so far into the 21st century is staggering. Let's hope the scheduled sequel makes up for it.

Friday, 3 December 2010

Friday!

It's Angry Feminist Friday, folks! And you know what that means. It means I trawl the internet looking for something to get angry about and then I get angry about it. Now, like many people, I am a woman, and object to the idea that some people think it's okay to have sex with me without asking my permission first, so it didn't take me long to find something to get angry about. Today, it's Edward Pasteck using semantics to argue that it's okay to rape people.

Other bloggers, such as Sady and Lindsay Beyerstein, have covered this perhaps better than I can, but in a nutshell: Jezebel dot com fucked up once again last week by publishing an article (linked above) which suggested--well to tell you the truth, actually it just comes right out and says that
"America gets many things wrong about sex. Right there near the top of the list is our attachment to the idea of consent."

I'm not an American, but I am kind of attached to the idea of not getting raped, so I guess that's half a a slap on the wrist for me. I wonder if anyone has suggested to Edward that he is too attached to the idea of not being hit in the face repeatedly with a hammer.

Good evening.

In an effort to a) make myself write more and b) add my voice to the ever-growing number of of holy gender stereotypes batman, women who like sci-fi, I have started a blog. Here it is. This is a brief outline of the things I'll be doing if I don't get distracted buying shoes or crying about Sex in the City or someshit:

Mondays - Recommendation Mondays! Short stories, novels or authors who won't piss you off.
Wednesdays - SF/Feminism Wednesdays! (Least. catchy. title. ever.) In which I ramble on about some aspect of a scifi work or fandom (probably female Trek characters for now) and whether or not it pisses me off.
Fridays -  Angry Feminist Fridays! In which I write about something that isn't necessarily sci-fi related but almost certainly pisses me off.

Seeing a theme here. Not quite sure what it is.