Today is International Women’s Day and we’re celebrating in the blogsphere by blogging against sexism. I’ll be celebrating offline in my community, but wanted to share a few things first.
Tekanji has written a wonderful post): How to Be a Real Nice Guy. I’m not going to pull out quotes because I highly recommend my male visitors (because I know you all are well intentioned and I hope do consider yourselves nice guys) read the entire post.
I’d like to add a request: don’t interupt the conversation to ask for sexism/white privilege/heternormitiy/speciesism 101 (and the list could go on). It is okay to have a dialogue and ask questions, but it isn’t the job of the oppressed job to educate the dominant group. (That’s bringing the discussion back to you at the center.) For example, as a white person, I should be the one responding to people in my own group accusing people of color of “reverse racism.” I’ve started contributing to a new blog called Ally Work that is attempting to do just that. Check it out. I hope more spaces will emerge for profeminist men to do similar work against sexism and the ways in which it intersects with other forms of oppression. privilege judo may be one blogger to watch.
And lastly, I come back to video games. I’ve been meaning to comment on the breast reduction in the upcoming Tomb Raider: Legend game that has made MTV News and Kotaku. Wonderland point’s out that Lara’s proportions have simply migrated to her rogue anthropologist rival, and Guilded Lilies asks if there is really a need for mourning for the loss of cup size.
As a gaming woman, I don’t find Lara Croft’s new proportions especially empowering or representative of me. It’s another message of how I ought to look so I can be sexy, confident, and poised. The consensus was that Croft was ridiculous, even from those who found her aesthetically pleasing. Now, she’s “realistic.” I could, theoretically, look like the new Lara Croft; she’s become within the realm of possibility existing. I’ve already “won” genetic lottery—I’m white, brunette, not fat—and now I just need to get breast implants, work out more, and stop eating.