i’m not interested in being easy on the eyes
If we can’t write diversity into sci-fi, then what’s the point? You don’t create new worlds to give them all the same limits of the old ones.
the Bechdel test, the Ellen Willis test, ALL THE TESTS: or, a handy guide to feminist critiques of narrative
(reference for when i am trying to explain these to people and they are looking at me like “huh”):
- the Bechdel test: does the story have a) more than one women, b) who talk to each other, c) about something other than a man.
- the Ellen Willis test: if you flip the genders, does the story still make sense?
- the Sexy Lamp test (courtesy of Kelly Sue DeConnick): can you replace your female character with a sexy lamp and still have the story work? if yes, YOU ARE A HACK.
- the Mako Mori test: there is a) at least one female character, b) who gets her own narrative arc, c) that is not about supporting a man’s story.
- the Tauriel test (which i made up in response to The Hobbit 2 [which passes] and Skyfall [which fails]): a) there is a woman, b) WHO IS GOOD AT HER JOB.
and in justification of my recent TV obsessions, i would like to note thatScandal, The Vampire Diaries, Buffy, and Nikita (ALL HAIL MAGGIE Q) pass all of these tests with flying colors.
UPDATE: i just discovered the Finkbeiner test and it is FANTASTIC.
I really want this job but am too tired to write a decent application, a lament.
Hire me I will use up all my chirpiness and charm at work and have none left for people I actually care about.
Hire me I am good at looking attentive in meetings even when my blood sugar has crashed through the floor because this meeting has gone an hour over time and into lunch.
Hire me I am competent and young and pretty and perfectly content to accept your shitty wages.
Hire me I really want a job with an organisation lanyard. Damn I covet those CoM lanyards. A badge with my face on it, oooooh yeah that’s the good stuff.
Hire me I am Good At Old People, Even Though I Have A Soft Voice.
Hire me it actually makes me real happy to get a book down off a high shelf for a (shrunken, crooked, just plain short) patron.
Hire me I don’t even have to stretch, I am a giant.
Hire me I am a giant misanthrope.
Hire me I am a giant with only slightly wonky knees and the world’s driest sense of humour. It only sounds like I am being cruel
because I am being cruel.
All she wanted
was find a place to stretch her bones
A place to lengthen her smiles
and spread her hair
A place where her legs could walk
without cutting and bruising
A place unchained
She was born out of ocean breath.
I reminded her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself
into hearts that have no room for themselves
Do not thin yourself
You do not bring the ocean to a river’
Yeah. Finally, I have some more questions for you from Rookie readers. One of them asked, “Is your hair big because it’s full of secrets?”
I love that. Um, yes. But also, I’m on this crazy hair vibe right now where if you ask me when I last washed it I couldn’t even tell you, because it’s summer here and we swim all the time, so it’s mad in there, dude. It’s just dry and awful.
It’s working out, it looks great, don’t wash it.
OK, these are really lame things to be talking about, but a lot of people ask me about my hair, so: The trick for me is, don’t wash your hair that much. I wash my hair a couple times a week, sometimes once a week, sometimes once every two weeks. You shouldn’t do that, readers at home, ’cause this is a unique type of straw I’ve got going on here. But also I use product: I use one called Potion 9 by Sebastian, but it’s expensive, so just find some sort of like creamy situation and scrunch it into your hair when it’s wet and then let it dry. No blow-drying, no brushing. Peace. Hair tips with Ella. Getcha hair on.
—From Tavi interviewing Lorde. Of all the 11 pages for some reason this is what stuck with me. Getcha hair on!
Actually I kind of loved all of it.