Captain Pointy Ears

When I was a little girl, Star Trek was the first place I remember seeing women, POC, and people with disabilities represented in a science and engineering environment. Not only were they in there, — They were engineering chiefs. They were heads of security. They were science officers. They were skilled and bad ass and the captain depended on them. As a little girl with an engineering mind, it meant a lot to me. As a little girl who looked up to her father and his job as an engineer, but whenever she met her father’s co-workers only encountered men who asked if she liked pink and dollies and drawing — men who treated it as a fluke that I liked things like Star Trek and said that I would “grow out of it”, especially “once I discovered boys”. I needed Star Trek and it’s representation and my father’s encouragement that it was okay to be a girl to like those things. I grew up in a NASA and government contracting town, and I wanted to work on those sorts of things.

When I went to college and dealt with regular accusations from classmates that I was only getting better grades than them because the professor or TA was giving me slack for being female, that I was only in the major to get my M-R-S degree and would drop out to a “lazy” liberal arts major as soon as I landed a man who could support me with his engineering degree (accusations that continued through my senior year of college). I needed Star Trek’s representation. And right before I started college, Star Trek gave me a woman captaining the Enterprise (bless Voyager).

A couple of decades after my first experience with Star Trek, I’m a woman engineer working in the defense industry. I’m proud of that.

Star Trek will always hold a special place in my heart, and yes, I get up in arms about representation in Star Trek especially, because it mattered a lot to me as a child, and it was a huge part of that show. I’m sure it matters even more to people who have bigger disadvantages in the industry than I.

Friendly Reminder: I am in pre-con crunch. I am in the figurative cave. 8 days to con. A second con 3 days after that one. I must make things. That, eating, and sleeping is all my hours outside work for the next week and a half.

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Are you fucking kidding me dash? PFFT.

Are you fucking kidding me dash? PFFT.

My dash is a bouncy trampoline between things that infuriate me and things that fill me with sparkles and joy.

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I’m glad my followers appreciate the mix.

I really enjoyed TMNT 2012 at the start, but I’ve been getting increasingly uncomfortable with the direction it’s taking.

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On my “being an adult” tangent today. I spent most of Saturday dressed as a steampunk AU version of a Disney animated princess along with 5 friends dressed in the same theme. We drank alcohol, walked around chatting, sang Disney songs aloud to no one in-particular,  modified the songs to be raunchy when it suited us, temporarily took over a stage event to show off our costumes to cheers from the audience, and stripped down to half costumes and attended a dance where when the music didn’t suit us, we danced out of time to the music anyways.

It was one of the days full of fun and absurdity that makes being an adult worthwhile.

As much as I kind of get the joke and appreciate the memetic nature of the Nice Guys(TM) or MRAs being associated with Fedoras and Neckbeards. I also really hate it? I like hats, I own a bunch of hats, cabbies and cloche and a couple of fedoras and fuck it all I like my GD fedoras. I liked it when I wore my brown fedora back in college with a tan trench coat against the rain and the only connection anyone would reference was that I made them think of a private eye or a female Dick Tracy. Plus, I think they’re pretty snazzy-looking hats on most people. So I kind of really hate this BS of fedoras being an internet asshat thing. Can we just give them the neckbeard thing and take back the fedoras? It’s originally a feminine hat style anyways, the anti-women jerks should leave them be.

3 Days to Gaslight Gathering…

Start panicked flailing… Now.