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merrilyI feel like this was a bad week for female voices. Lloyd Alexander--creator of one of the best girls in YA fic--is dead; FanLib shit hit the fan; VMars was cancelled.
I'm pissed off with myself too. I'm doing a fine job of stifling my own female voice.
So. Deep breath. I am resolved to quit. I'll give them two pay periods. (I'm light-headed now. Good thing I've got some wine. ... Oh. Had some wine. *sad*)
And then there's FanLib. All I have to say (since everyone else is doing a fine job with the raking-over-coals and raising-of-eyebrows -- here is a pretty comprehensive list of responses) is that for all the protesting that the FLib people are doing--and I've now spent the last three hours reading through the cheerleaders and naysayers--no-one on the pro-FLib side has bothered addressing the question that is burning the brightest and angriest for me -- to paraphraseastolat , what the hell are a group of non-fanfic/vid/art-producing or -consuming men doing attempting to make money off of a female gift economy?
Anyone? Anything? I really want an answer. This is the thing that totally damns FanLib for me -- the all-male and apparently heterosexual (or not willing to mention their queerdom) exec and board of directors.
Really. Damns. TO HELL.
Or, in secular and practical terms, damns to me not participating, endorsing, or doing anything to help or encourage. I have no patience for this blind, opportunistic, rude nonsense.
I'm pissed off with myself too. I'm doing a fine job of stifling my own female voice.
I should quit my crappy job -- where I am the only woman on full-time staff, by the way; where I routinely get hit with unpaid secretarial duties not in my job description (make the sales reps tea; open the mail; confirm the boss's sales calls; maintain mailing lists; vet donation requests; review possible products; prepare invoices for the accountant; file); where I do not have access to the extra paid responsibilities that the other three male full-time staff members do; where among the six bookstores in the company, only one has a female manager.
Um.
I hadn't listed it like that before. Now I'm FURIOUS. What the hell? WHAT. THE. HELL.
(Also, and I'm not supposed to know it, someone filed a successful human rights violation complaint in the early nineties against my boss because she was fired... wait for it... for being queer. Settled out of court. She's not supposed to talk about it. I have a friend at the Ombudsperson's office who is snoopy, and who also got fired from my company and thus has no sense of owing my boss their silence.)
Um.
I hadn't listed it like that before. Now I'm FURIOUS. What the hell? WHAT. THE. HELL.
(Also, and I'm not supposed to know it, someone filed a successful human rights violation complaint in the early nineties against my boss because she was fired... wait for it... for being queer. Settled out of court. She's not supposed to talk about it. I have a friend at the Ombudsperson's office who is snoopy, and who also got fired from my company and thus has no sense of owing my boss their silence.)
So. Deep breath. I am resolved to quit. I'll give them two pay periods. (I'm light-headed now. Good thing I've got some wine. ... Oh. Had some wine. *sad*)
And then there's FanLib. All I have to say (since everyone else is doing a fine job with the raking-over-coals and raising-of-eyebrows -- here is a pretty comprehensive list of responses) is that for all the protesting that the FLib people are doing--and I've now spent the last three hours reading through the cheerleaders and naysayers--no-one on the pro-FLib side has bothered addressing the question that is burning the brightest and angriest for me -- to paraphrase
astolat , what the hell are a group of non-fanfic/vid/art-producing or -consuming men doing attempting to make money off of a female gift economy?Anyone? Anything? I really want an answer. This is the thing that totally damns FanLib for me -- the all-male and apparently heterosexual (or not willing to mention their queerdom) exec and board of directors.
Really. Damns. TO HELL.
Or, in secular and practical terms, damns to me not participating, endorsing, or doing anything to help or encourage. I have no patience for this blind, opportunistic, rude nonsense.