Earlier today, Facebook friends and the group page for Asexuality Awareness Week alerted me to the fact that a Fox News segment spent four minutes discussing asexuality. My heart plummeted after the words, “Fox News.”
There has been a lot of bad blood in the geek world in the last couple of months, particularly around the subject of women in nerdom. Apparently there is some phenomenon (which I’ve never personally experienced) of girls pretending to be geeks to get attention. The thing that gets me is that I believe you can be a geek about anything. Geekery is about passion, not cred. There are music geeks, architecture geeks, fashion geeks, and even sports geeks. Comics and sci-fi/fantasy geeks don’t have ownership of the label, we’re just the public face.
In this episode of YA Rewind I talk about middle grade fiction and books for young readers including a favorite from when I was a kid: The Castle in the Attic by Elizabeth Winthrop. Then I explore the differences between the rules of magic for kids and the rules of magic for adults, and later I share a performance from Book Jacket Theatre, the segment in which I pull really terrible blurbs from the ‘Paranormal Teen Romance’ section and give them all the melodrama they deserve.
This morning, an ASPCA commercial came on and I switched the channel to a horrid rerun of Two and a Half Men just to escape it. It wasn’t even one of the Sarah McLachlan ones, just an ordinary slow-motion, stringed-instrument informercial begging for help. I can’t stand to watch them because they’re a punch in my soft heart. Anything to do with the mistreatment of animals knots up my stomach – I can’t even handle movies where animals suffer before their happy endings.
It’s 2012, and after a dozen years of collected evidence, I hereby dub this the Century of Choose Your Own Apocalypse. Apparently, most of us are going to die (possibly in December), and the survivors will be forced to deal with the fallout, whether it be zombified, covered in volcanic ash, or claimed by hostile alien forces. (Incurable plagues and intelligent apes, as well as the implosion of technology and/or evil robots also seem to be contenders for our doom.)
For the first time in years, I’m not going to Comic-Con. I made my decision almost immediately after last year’s Con, and it wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought to resist the pull of the membership presale earlier this year. Once upon a time, I thought that if I prepared, learned the ropes and the tricks, and just went with the flow of the weekend, I was guaranteed a good time. But I didn’t have a good time last year. It had it’s moments, like cons always do, but the stress outweighed the fun, and what’s the point of that?
Just a few days before science fiction pioneer Ray Bradbury passed away, I found a quote – the epigraph to The Martian Chronicles – that fit perfectly into a graphic design I’d been tinkering with for weeks, a design that incorporated spaceships from scifi film and television around the words ‘space travel.’ When I found the quote, it seemed like kismet.
“Space travel has again made children of us all.”
I’m not surprised. I’m hurt, frustrated, embarrassed, angry, and sad, but not surprised. After all, the reason I stopped watching House in the first place was that it was so predictable, it made me feel clairvoyant. Sure enough, the ‘asexual couple’ episode was exactly what I expected it to be.
If you’re a writer, you’ve heard it before – and you’ll hear it over, and over, and over again. The Write Life is frustrating, sometimes depressing, and not a career path any sane person would choose. That’s how you know you’re a writer – you don’t choose this life, it chooses you.
The end of this momentous week really deserves a thoughtful, well-crafted reflection post, but I spent most of the weekend trying to sew a TARDIS dress that I ended up half-crafting with blue and white duct tape, so I’m not really in the mood. My room is seeking funds from FEMA, I haven’t worked on my book in weeks, and I’m still unemployed – but I’d happily work on Asexual Awareness Week again next year.