If you haven’t seen it yet, this beautiful TARDIS dress cosplay is stunning.
Unsurprisingly, but sadly, the cosplayer faced a bunch of fat-shaming on Facebook where the pictures were uploaded:
As stfuconservatives on Tumblr pointed out: “I think my favorite fat-shamer here is Daniel Marquis, saying ‘Cool but not particularly attractive.’ Remember, ladies: your pursuits are meaningless if you can’t express them in a way that’s sexually pleasing to all men.”
Over at Wired, they have a great article on women in film called “Leia Is Not Enough: Star Wars and the Woman Problem in Hollywood“:
Criticisms about representations of gender (or race and other diversity) are often countered in fandom by sociological or scientific analyses attempting to explain why the inequality happens according to the internal logic of the fictional world. As though there is any real reason that anything happens in a story except that someone chose to write it that way.
Fiction is not Darwinian: It contains no impartial process of evolution that dispassionately produces the events of a fictional universe. Fiction is miraculously, fundamentally Creationist. When we make worlds, we become gods. And gods are responsible for the things they create, particularly when they create them in their own image.
(TW: rape) At Kotaku, there’s a piece by a female gamer about why she will no longer say “I raped you” to a fellow gamer:
The power dynamic was already set in place before the match even started, and it wasn’t in my favor. Trash talk makes it obvious that the implicit understanding of the language of dominion isn’t just sexualized. It’s gendered. That power struggle is culturally understood to be a man versus woman thing, even though rape doesn’t just happen to women. Most of the slurs of choice point toward the same thing. Someone is a bitch, they’re a faggot—feminine—and if you beat someone, then you raped them. The imagery there for most of us will be the same: a man physically assaulting a woman, not the other way around.
That’s the tragic thing about rape and its surrounding culture. It’s not just that it’s so potent as an image of power dynamics, but that that potency also has the ability to pull even survivors like me into using it against others. It’s not just what I did in Gears of War. There’s plenty of other things that I’ve been guilty of in the past, before I started giving a damn—like slut shaming, like thinking that a woman could ‘ask for it.’
I can’t help but ask myself, then. Who really won that match? Me, who completed the objectives successfully? Or them, who, despite as hard as I tried, made me complicit in the rape culture that has taken so much away from me?
Would you like some more cosplay? You know you would.
And what about you? What have you been writing and reading lately?