It’s fine for men to watch shojo anime and read shojo manga like Sailor Moon and Cardcaptor Sakura.
It’s fine for men to make pornographic doujinshi of these, buy figurines, and jack off to the characters.
It’s fine for men to completely invade a Pretty Cure forum created for young girls and scare said girls away. It’s fine for these men to twist the entire fandom around themselves, its fine for them to show up to Pretty Cure events in throngs and its fine for them to frantically grab all the free handouts before any of the girls can.
It’s also fine for men to take these magical girl anime made for girls that celebrate being a girl and make them all about their pornography and which girl they most want to put their dick in. It’s fine, because theres even a cute name for them, ‘Ooki Tomodachi’ (Big Friend).
It’s fine for them to do the same with My Little Pony, of course. It’s fine that they can make the voice actors of the show uncomfortable with personal questions, its fine that they can yell out rape jokes to them at conventions, its fine that they have basically made it impossible for any of the 8 year old girls the show was made for to ever google it in public. It’s fine for them to gather in the toy stores around the pony toys and intimidate young girls. It’s fine that the whole show, created to celebrate femininity and how ‘theres no wrong way to be a girl’ is now associated with their fetishes. And its so fine that these male fans get given a cute name (‘brony’), get documentaries made about them, have newspaper article after blog post after feature talking about how they are ‘challenging gender norms’ and ‘transforming pop culture’.
But if a girl ‘trespasses’ into a male space, what happens? (Even when it isnt ‘trespassing’, in the case of Free!, in which a space was actually made for us ) We can expect such timeless classics as: degradation, ‘you’re not even a REAL fan!’ ‘I bet you dont even know ______’, all kinds of threats, and, of course, the posts you see on this blog.
This! This nails what makes me so uncomfortable about brony stuff. I don’t care if guys like “girl” things. What bothers me is how they move into a female space and take it over and make it all about their dicks, then act offended when women get uncomfortable with it. They cannot imagine a space that they can’t co-opt and make their own.
BUT they also can’t imagine women having their own space OR invading a “male” space like comic books or science fiction. Jesus fucking christ, dudes, could we women get a little fucking space?
In the 19th century there were a wide variety of products available for people to use to clean their teeth. Soot and salt were favoured by poorer members of society as they were easily available and were effective in shifting plaque and tartar because of their mildly abrasive qualities. For wealthier people pastes, known as ‘dentifrice’, or tooth powders were more popular. They commonly contained an abrasive substance such as chalk and were sometimes flavoured with spices or plants to help freshen the breath. The majority of these products were coloured red as Victorians preferred them to mimic the colour of healthy gums rather than the desired white shade of their teeth. The ingredients of one such popular product were described in ‘The Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine’:
American Tooth Powder - Coral, cuttlefish bone, dragons blood [a plant root which produces bright red dye], of each eight drachms [a unit of measurement used by apothecaries, roughly equivalent to half a teaspoon]; burnt alum and red sanders, of each four drachms, orris root eight drachms, cloves and cinnamon of each half a drachm; rose pink, eight drachms. All to be powdered and mixed.
“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via bookmania)
I want to tell you guys a joke. Okay. Here’s the joke. Ready? Misandry. Haha! Get it? No?
Okay. I’ll explain it. I know that will make it less funny because explaining jokes makes them less funny, but I want you to be in on the joke too. Because in the end it matters to me that you understand this. Because we’re friends, right?
"Why are you making fun of misandry, Gingerhaze? There ARE people who hate men. And no one should be hated based on factors that they have no control over!" Right you are, Straw Man! And yeah, there ARE women who legitimately hate men. There are even probably legitimately women who want to kill men, just for being men. But guess what? That number is so incredibly small as to really not count at all in the grand scheme of things. Any scientific survey taken of that number would not really factor it at all into the final report - in the grand scheme, it’s a fluke. And that’s what we’re talking about here: the grand scheme.
The truth of the matter is that it is INCREDIBLY HARD to live as an honest-to-god misandrist. For a woman to succeed, or even survive, in today’s society, she is expected to be able to relate to, understand, admire, respect, and appeal to, men. And that’s the reason why 99.9% of “misandrists” you will see - especially on the INTERNET for chrissakes - are JOKING. Can’t you take a joke? Men have no sense of humor, do they!
See what I did there? I made a joke at the expense of men. Misandry! Does that affect your life? Not really. Because the joke depends on the fact that, hey, in every other situation that’s what people say about women! That’s right! EVERY OTHER SITUATION.
Because for me, misogyny affects every single part of my life. All the time. A lot of this I’m just used to, and I just go about my life. I relate to men and I like men and I try to appeal to men in order to succeed, just like everyone else. I’m a pretty chill person. But it gets frustrating. Oh boy, does it.
So I make jokes. I flip the scenarios where I can and I try to make something out of it that I can laugh at, when really it’s not funny at all.
MISANDRY ISN’T REAL. That is, there is no social institution in place to enforce it. Are feminists too hard on you? Do you really think feminists are calling the shots in this world? Ha. They’re not, yo. Actually we’re living in a world that’s trying very hard to beat feminists down.
What’s happening when you cry “misandry” is you’re taking a very small slice of the problem and choosing to look only at that. Do you think My Little Pony is misandrist for having so few male characters? See, that’s FUNNY to everyone else, because we’ve been experiencing a wide spectrum of media where women make up only like,15-20% of characters. And now here’s this one thing where males aren’t the dominant voice and suddenly that’s misandry.
But dudes, you’re not nuts! There really is a social institution in place that negatively affects you! It makes your life harder and it might be making you miserable right now! It’s called…misogyny. Oh sure, it’s not so hard on you as it is on non-male people, but you’re definitely getting a lot of shit here too. It’s the pressure of not having sex often enough, of not being successful enough or strong enough or “man” enough, and it’s a total drag. I feel ya, bros. I really do. But really what’s happening here is you’re suffering the side effects of a culture that hates women. Because you wouldn’t want to be too much like a woman, would you? Women are a bad thing to be, right?
So don’t make it all about your problems. Help us fight the real problem. Do you hate being lumped in with rapists and wife-beaters and straight-up misogynists? Don’t come crying to me that “not all men are like that.” I KNOW that, man. How about instead you PROVE you’re not like that? How about you make it really really clear you don’t condone those guys and you call them out?
Hi, thank you very much for your answer! I`ve decided in the end that it`s best not to keep it, so I`ll just have to wait until I can find a good place to buy an African pygmy hedgehog. By the way, your blog is very nice :)
You’re welcome. I’m glad you’ve come to this decision.
My friend found a hedgehog in her yard (it`s an European species of hedgehog) and I`d die to keep it in my apartment. Though, I have no idea how I should take care of him, I`m reading some stuff on the internet right now but I am more concerned of what real risks it brings for my health. So if you have a pet hedgehog or you know some things about it, please tell me. I`d really appreciate. Thank you ^_^
If you really care about the hedgehog’s well-being, you shouldn’t do that. It’s a wild animal, used to living in freedom, and hedgehogs live in a pretty large area. You wouldn’t be able to give it the freedom it is used to. Taking a wild animal from its natural habitat and forcing it to live in captivity with humans would cause an enormous amount of stress to it. Also, it is illegal to keep wild hedgehogs as pets in most European countries. Hedgehogs are insectivores and a large part of its diet should consist of various insects. All wild hedgehogs have parasites, such as fleas and ticks, and some do carry diseases. A wild hedgehog is also a very messy animal. If you want a hedgehog as a pet, I would recommend an African pygmy hedgehog from a breeder.
“So on our message boards and in my many inboxes I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
So, what do you bring to the table? Because the Zooey Deschanel lookalike in the bookstore that you’ve been daydreaming about moisturizes her face for an hour every night and feels guilty when she eats anything other than salad for lunch. She’s going to be a surgeon in 10 years. What do you do?
“What, so you’re saying that I can’t get girls like that unless I have a nice job and make lots of money?”
No, your brain jumps to that conclusion so you have an excuse to write off everyone who rejects you by thinking that they’re just being shallow and selfish. I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum. Pretty girls have guys being nice to them 36 times a day. The patient is bleeding in the street. Do you know how to operate or not?
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away from the patient. There’s a witty, handsome guy with a promising career ready to step in and operate.
Does that break your heart? OK, so now what? Are you going to mope about it, or are you going to learn how to do surgery? It’s up to you, but don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible.”—David Wong, ”6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person” (via alxesi)