righteous indignation!

So this is old and posted elsewhere, but I recently remembered I had this blog and felt it really could not be restated often enough. Warning, nerd rage to follow.

I have been sitting on this for a while, but I gotta say it.

Dudes. Why the fuck is Carol Danvers not in the Avengers movie? No, seriously. Why? She has this incredible back story, alien superpowers, snark, and so many issues. So. Very. Many. Issues.

I mean if you took all the man pain and awesome from Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor and rolled it up into a snarky blond in an awesome costume, WHO CAN FLY, you would have Ms Marvel. She has even been called “The House of Ideas premier heroine.”

She’s a patriot (Steve), a solider who fought for her country and no longer has a war (Steve as well). She is an on occasion  not so recovering alcoholic (Tony), she can be a arrogant pain in the ass (Hello Tony again, with a side of Nordic god). She has freaking alien/cosmic powers (Thor) and she even has daddy issues to thrown on top of everything else. And seriously? Who on the current roster does NOT have daddy issues? (Bruce, Thor and Tony, so very much Tony, I am looking at your remarkably toned asses right now. Though I’m sure Steve and Clint have their fair share as well.)

Why throw away a golden opportunity to mix shit up and finally have a Superhero movie featuring a female character? I mean, Marvel is pulling out all of the stops for their movie verse and with that kind of backing we could have one hell of a Ms Marvel movie. With, like, a budget and a decent script and like a director who is not total crap and massively incompetent! Because? Those would be the reasons all previous movies featuring a female character have tanked (Electra and *shudders* Catwoman). They failed at the box office NOT because it was a girl in the lead, but because they WERE CRAP MOVIES! Put some actual effort in and trust me, people will show up. I mean there was concern that Thor would tank cause he’s not a “name” hero and look. It did incredibly well, BECAUSE IT WAS A GOOD SCRIPT WITH AN AMAZING DIRECTOR AND PEOPLE WHO CAN ACT. This is all you need.

And seriously, the time to strike is now. We are living in a post Buffy world here, we are ready to watch a woman kick ass. Hell, we are craving ass kicking ladies right now. So come on Marvel! GIVE THEM TO US!!!

DC is wandering around in circles with a bucket on it’s head in regards to a Wonder Woman movie and the totally botched (and thankfully never to haunt my TV) show and um… That would be about it. So DO IT!!! SEIZE THE DAY!!!

Um… So I did not intend to get up on this here soap box, but here I am nonetheless. So while I’m here, Uh, I guess… Stay is school? Don’t smoke? Wear Sunscreen? I guess I’m done.

What The Hell???

So I just read in an article that apparently science fiction was invented on May first 1871. Cool I think as I read, though for some reason that date does not quite feel right to me. Seems a little late, but I shrug off my concerns and dive into the article beacuse as G. I. Joe has taught me, knowing is half the battle...


So I keep with the reading and am puzzled. See, I always thought that Mary Shelley's Frankenstein was the first science fiction novel ever written, at least in english. Mad scientist creates something horrible with work that pushes the boundaries of science as we know it and then pays the price for playing God. I mean seriously, it's the classic sci fi premise. Right? But no this article is all about some book called The Coming Race that was published that date and something else called the Battle of Dorking also saw the light of day.


Hmmmm.... I say to myself as I pause to digest this along with a Snickers before pushing forward with my reading. Then it all makes sense once I get to the second paragraph.


Cause apparently there is some debate as to if WHAT MARY SHELLEY WROTE IN 1818, FIFTY THREE FUCKING YEARS BEFORE THESE WORKS, ACTUALLY COUNTS!!!! What the hell? Frankenstein is sci fi, it was published, it became a HUGE FUCKING DEAL. How is that not the definitive birth of science fiction? Yeah two sci fi books were published on the same day way back in 1871 and I am not arguing that that is not a big deal, but how does that invalidate Mary Shelly's accomplishment of creating an entirely new genre of fiction?

I mean seriously, is it because if she's a girl it doesn't count? Cause that's what it's smelling like to me.
And of course let us not forget any of the sci fi books that were published in between, including the works of Jules Verne (Journey to the Center of the Earth, pub 1863) for fucks sake, that don't count either. Because apparently it's not officially the creation of anything unless the creator is white, male and creates it in english.

And now that I have vented the spleen I am going to go re read Frankenstein and also the Vor series by Lois McMasters Bujold and the books by Celia S. Friedman, because ya know what? Women write some damn good sci fi, fuck a woman created the freaking genre, and even if a huge hunk of the fandom won't acknowledge it still doesn't make it not true.

Snow is slowly eating my life and I find my only solace, the only weapon I have left to fight it’s encroaching freezing dampness, is- I shit you not, foodnetwork.com.

Seriously.

I am making my way through every pantry, cupboard, freezer, and fridge I have at my disposal, pulling out the baseline components of food and having the great oracle tell me what to fix. I haven’t done this since I was a kid, cooked my way to sanity. I gave up on trying to do domestic when I figured out that cooking was merely the Patriarchy’s way of controlling my womanly destiny and I would not be hindered by the yolk of their pearls and sweater sets. I was woman, hear me microwave a bag of popcorn. From hence forth I was the goddess of prepackaged reheated goodness and while on occasion I would lower my self to the depths of preparing an actual meal, it was only for special occasions and if I really loved you.

Now here I stand in the battered remains of my kitchen, barefoot no less, and I feel like I am rediscovering some lost part of myself. That maybe it’s okay to cook, that maybe it is not in fact yielding the high ground in the battle of the sexes if I know how to deglaze a pan. I can sauté and bake and broil and still be a mighty warrior of awesome and goddess of things other than fucking domesticity. Fuck, I even did my dishes in a timely manner. This so more than dinner my friends, this is... Actually I'm not quite sure what it is, but I will let you know as soon as I figure it out.

No Filter Ever: Fuck filters, what I really need is to go grocery shopping.