fake geek girl

I did meet a fake geek girl once.

We were at school and she started to casually drop in that she liked comics/games/“geek stuff”, at the time I was wearing an iroman shirt. Deeper into the conversation i found that she didn’t know what I meant when I was referring to anything about the characters. When I questioned her about it a few days later she admitted that she had really just said it to get to know me better.

We ended up dating and while we were dating she got really into comics, DC especially, and found out that she really did enjoy the things she first said she did. I took her to her first convention. She met another guy there and ended up breaking up with me for him.

I went on to discover I was gay and fucked her brother.

Morel of the story. Comics lead to sex in the most unexpected ways.

From the very beginning science fiction was very male-focused or male-controlled. There were a few women involved, but an awful lot of them were just the wives of the fans. So when Star Trek started, it had a very large female component, which I think the networks never really understood…they persisted in feeling that all Star Trek fans were sixteen-year-old guys with acne who wore eighty-seven buttons on their shirts. I mean, we tried to tell them, but they never listened. A lot of people were drawn into fandom because of Star Trek, many of them women, and the old-line fans started to feel like they were losing their grip on their own hobby…

I’m not being very polite about this but, again, it was just a question of, ‘I want to talk about Asimov and you’ve never even heard of Asimov, so why are you trying to take over? There are so many of you!’ I mean, we had about four thousand attending the Worldcon in 1967, and then when Elyse Rosenstein and I decided to do our own convention, it was so many more people. So the science-fiction fans sort of felt overwhelmed and there was a certain amount of hostility.

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Devra Langsam, quoted in The Fifty-Year Mission Volume 1 by Mark A. Altman and Edward Gross.

Interesting to hear from one of the key women figures in early Trek fandom on the dynamics of SF cons after Star Trek debuted, and how the resistance to Trek fans in SF was gendered.

On the list of “things that annoy me” bros who are patronizing towards me about D&D rank very, very high.

Like, yeah, I haven’t memorized the entire 5E monster manual, but I have been playing D&D and RPGs of some kind or other on a nearly continuous basis since I was literally 7 years old. I have played AD&D, 3E, 3.5, Pathfinder, 4E, 5E, the freakin’ board game based on the animated cartoon, and a weird homebrew that my mom designed based on what she remembered from playtesting AD&D in college when her group got mimeographed preliminary rules straight from Gary Gygax. And that’s not counting the other tabletop RPGs I’ve played or actively run. This is not my first encounter bro. If I ask for a clarification on rules, it is not because I am a fake geek girl who is unaware of the vast history or lore. It’s not because I am too much of a newbie to bother learning the game. It is because I genuinely do not care.

I’m here for the narrative, not the stupid minutia. You know all the things that provoke an attack of opportunity in Pathfinder? Good for you, you have memorized literally the least interesting part of the game. Now can we please go on an adventure? Great.

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Superheroes: A Never-Ending Battle

part one: Truth Justice and the American Way

girls have been reading comics even since the 1940’s

so i’m tired of these “fake geek girl” arguments.

and i’m tired of people saying that comics are finally reaching a female audience, as if it hasn’t always been that way.

I am not a "fake geek girl"

When I was eight, in third grade, all the boys had their things, the cool things I wanted to be a part of. Superheroes, spies, monsters, scientists, and I was stuck with Barbies. I’m not saying I didn’t like Barbies, I had a whole closet full. But I wanted to be a spy too, I wanted to save the day for once, I wanted to see someone like me, a girl, fight the bad guy. So when my third grade teacher showed the class Star Wars: A New Hope one Friday, I was entranced. Up on that crappy pixelated screen I saw a girl stand up to the evil ruler of an entire galaxy, by herself, before her brother came to help her. I saw her fight off stormtroopers alone even though she was outnumbered: five to one. I saw her stand her ground and not give up her people under torture and mind control. She was everything the boys were, and more. All through my childhood, the boys saved the day, the boys were the heroes. And here was a PRINCESS who not only saved herself, she saved a galaxy. Granted she had help, but so did King Arthur and Captain Kirk and James Bond. Princess Leia was fierce, brave, strong, loyal and kind. And she was feminine too, she rocked her white dress and her updo, but that wasn’t all there was to her. I saw myself in Leia. And my parents knew it. So I got three lightsabers for Christmas that year, my uncle gave me over fifty of his old Star Wars action figures, I built a Millennium Falcon out of Lego’s.
That same year my teacher came up to me and told me our class was going to put on a play and he wanted me to write it since he knew I liked writing. I asked if we could do a Star Wars play. He immediately said yes. I got to write, cast, direct and perform in a Star Wars play. To this day he still has his class write and perform a Star Wars play for the whole school.
So now ten years later, eighteen year old me feels all sorts of nostalgia as I prepare to see The Force Awakens. But I am faced with men who feel their love of Star Wars is superior to mine. They ask me if I know Yoda’s whole back story, or if I know what all the easter eggs in The Empire Strikes Back are, or if I could name all the Jedi’s Obi Wan fought with in The Clone Wars. And I can’t.
But somehow they see that as a sign that I don’t love Star Wars just as much as them, they think I don’t want to grab a lightsaber and fight against the Sith.
Star Wars means so much to me. Star Wars showed me that a girl can save the day. That a girl can fall in love and fight the bad guy at the same time. That being a princess and wearing a dress doesn’t make me less amazing or brave or fierce or powerful.
My love of Star Wars is just as valid as theirs, even though I can’t name all the species of aliens in the movies.
Don’t call me, or any other girl who likes Star Wars a “fake fan” or a “fake geek girl”.
If I didn’t memorize every fact about the movies it’s because I’m too busy trying to live my life in a way that would make Princess Leia and the old Jedi Knights proud.

Fake Geek Girl is sooooo fake you guys! Nobody should be allowed to like things for their aesthetic value, fucking poserzzz!

Another look at the Fake Geek Girl thing. Cuz some of us geeks actually like what the heroes stand for, but can’t stand reading the actual comics :P 

So this happened today.

Girl sitting in waiting room, wearing a Loki hoodie, guy next to her wearing a Captain America shirt, me sitting next to him, somehow not wearing a Captain America shirt.

Guy (to girl): “You like Loki, huh?”

Girl: “Yeah!”

Guy: “What’s your favorite Loki story?”

Girl (With immediate excitement): “Well I mostly know him from the movies but I’ve been reading this ‘Loki: Agent of Asgard’ comic and I really-”

Guy (interrupting): “Pfft. the movies! I fucking knew it. Fucking fake girl.”

The girl, caught off guard by the sudden hostility, is silenced, for the moment.

Me (to Guy): “I see you’re wearing a Cap shirt. Do you know who created him?”

Guy (With delicious arrogance): “Stan Lee.”

Me: “Joe Simon and Jack Kirby you fucking fake geek boy.”

Girl and receptionist both laugh at him. My name is called and I go in to my appointment. End Scene.

I just laughed for 30 minutes because I just realize like

The whole “fake geek girls” thing would mean

there are guys who genuinely think a girl would spend 100s of euros on games she doesn’t even fucking play, or get like a Marvel tattoo when they don’t even know what Marvel is just to impress them

I just - this arrogance is beyond me hahahahahha you need a reality check son

i see a lot of posts with girls knowing more about the geeky thing than the man who is accusing them of being fake, and proving that they aren’t. but here’s the thing. it’s okay to be a casual fan. you can wear a t-shirt from a superhero you’ve only seen in movies. it’s your business and it shouldn’t be about knowing more specific details than that douche, it should be about the fact that his opinion of how much you enjoy or should enjoy something doesn’t matter

This is why no girls share your interests, asshole

Yesterday I was helping a customer - male, mid-40s. He’s dropping programming terms left and right to explain precisely why he was returning this laptop, you know the type, thinks he’s smart and wants you to know it. He mentions that OsX and Windows are basically the same, and trying to make small talk, I say that I personally prefer Windows because I do a lot of gaming.

He looks at me - raises his chin so it’s literally down his nose at me – and says, “You?!” in the most derisive, disbelieving tone I have ever heard. “No offense, but you don’t look like a gamer.”

What exactly does a gamer look like? I don’t know, but apparently “gangly female twentysomething customer service associate” is not it.I still honestly have no idea wtf he meant. What do I need to do to look like a gamer? Be slathered in gaming paraphernalia even while in uniform (spoiler: I was wearing my Evolve support bracelet, even though I technically shouldn’t, so hey, I already have this base covered)? Be literally holding a controller?

Shout out to graying nerd man for reminding me why I never discuss my interests with strangers, ever. I get disdain for even mentioning offhandedly that I play video games. I wasn’t making a big deal out of it. But this guy reacted like I’d just told him I was fuckin’ Queen of England.

So next time you lament that there are no girls who share your interests, consider that maybe we’re just hiding from you. Because we get treated like liars or attention seekers when we tell you, and why the fuck would we subject ourselves to that?

during witch trials they used to think witches couldn’t say the lord’s prayer so accused witches would recite it flawlessly on the way to the gallows to prove they weren’t witches but they’d still be hanged anyway and that’s exactly what it’s like being challenged to recite geeky minutiae to prove you’re a Real Fan to some trilby-licking douchenozzle at a con

warning: rant

So I was eating lunch today with some (all male) coworkers who like superheroes also. They don’t read comics, they just like the movies and are nostalgic about old Marvel TV shows like X-Men and Spider-man (not that there is anything wrong with that, I love talking about Marvel with any and all fans). The conversation turned to the rapidly upcoming Avengers 2 Age of Ultron film. Then this happened.

“Yeah so, I’m glad that they’re being true to the comics since Tony Stark makes Ultron and all.”

I probably should have just kept my big geek mouth shut, but I couldn’t stop myself. Like word vomit in the Mean Girls movie, sometimes I don’t shut up. 

“No, Hank Pym makes Ultron.” Then I added, since they don’t read comics, “You know, Ant-man. But Tony Stark does make more sense in the movies. I’m excited to see it happen in the film.”

“No, I’m pretty sure Tony Stark did. He’s like the genius engineer in Marvel. I just read wikipedia on it a few days ago.”

“I’ve read both the old silver age Avengers comics with Ultron and the Age of Ultron series that the movie is named after, I am 100% sure Hank Pym made Ultron. The whole "mad tinkerer” thing is kind of his shtick.“

A different coworker chimed in.

"I… don’t think you’re right. I mean, Ant-man doesn’t do robots, right. Guy talks to ants." 

"Trust me, the fact that Hank Pym made Ultron was a major plot point in the Age of Ultron comic book. The heroes argue over whether or not it is appropriate to go back and time and assassinate him to stop Ultron from ever happening. I know this.” I wasn’t budging. 

“…I guess.”

Then the subject got changed back to work stuff. 

But you know, I was fuming. They know that I read comic books, and they’ve admitted they never had. I wear my geekiness on my sleeve. I have a Marvel lanyard I wear to work. She-Hulk is my phone’s background. Rogue is on my keychain. Someday I want a vanity plate that says “Hawkguy”. Pretty much my whole wardrobe that isn’t “professional” work crap is Marvel t-shirts. 

Maybe I’m just putting words in my coworkers’ mouths, but I feel like I was immediately discredited simply because I’m a woman. These co-workers have never second-guessed me in a professional dispute, they absolutely respect and value my input when it comes to our patients. But the moment I’m talking about geek culture, their culture, I am treated like an outsider.

I could have definitively proven him wrong by bringing up wikipedia on my phone, where it is like the second sentence on Ultron’s wikipedia page (you know, been that person). I could have tried to prove my greek cred to them. Told them I have surrendered my walk-in closet to my long-box collection. (Because when confronted with having less clothes and having less comics, I decided to give clothes to Goodwill.) Showed them a picture of my fireplace mantle, covered in collectibles that I probably was irresponsible in splurging on. Showed them my Near Mint copy of  Savage She-Hulk #1 that was pretty much the most romantic anniversary present anyone has ever gotten me. Hell, showed them this very blog where I spend hours of my leisure time enthusing about comic books with other fans. 

But I didn’t want to. I shouldn’t have to prove that I’m a fan to anyone. 

Sorry for the long-ass rant, followers. I just felt like I needed to vent to someone who understands.