- Someone actually typed this.
A powerful statement about gender in the women’s locker room.
or perzines for that matter
for some reason this is something that comes up a lot and I’m starting to get unnecessarily defensive about it
I don’t think liking personal narratives means you have better politics
it might mean you’re a better person on an individual level but I spit on the individual, so
feminists against memoir
feminists against personal experience
feminists against the personal
feminists against the self
feminists against authenticity
feminists against politically mandated disclosure
feminists against the confessional
feminists against pain
feminists for history
feminists for abstraction
feminists for theory
feminists for fiction
feminists for secrecy
I mean, I like perzines just fine and have written them- I just like other stuff more and want to find ways to leave my self out of it, transcend myself or whatever… as a personal desire, not because I don’t like experience and pain- they are great too!
feminists for complicated feelings articulated through theory.
feminists for having your cake and eating it too.
situology: For a really long time I stayed away from making autobio comix because I thought they were “for fuckin’ girls.” (even though many of my favorite comics were autobio). I was all, oh yeah, I’m going to write all this fancy hyper theoretical magical realist fiction; everybody is going to know I’m a genius. Then I realized that memoir type stuff is what I enjoy making/is helpful to me right now. Maybe 4ever.
So I have the opposite “problem” I guess.
edit: I guess I am into abstraction and secrecy though, despite memoir? So, what does that make me…
feminists for obscured details?
thespithouse: i see nothing wrong with autobio as a cathartic exercise, and i found if one has a sense of humor about their personal experiences (rather than being mopey/whiny/depressed about them), they can be quite entertaining to read (such as the personal comics of lizz hickey, julie doucet, and justin green), or if the person has had more unique experiences (like marjane satrapi or david b) it can be a quite interesting read as an insight into another kind of culture or experience. However, in general, i’m much more interested in the fictional aspect of comics, and the characters an artist can create from their imagination.
Anyway, expect to see me play around a little bit with autobio funnies with comics workbook the next few weeks, but don’t worry, i’m sticking to my crazy made up stories and fictional characters with my regular comics :)
Super into the above conversation, I’ve had similar experiences reconciling my desire to make auto-bio with how I perceive most auto-bio work out there. And also fully agree that all it really needs to do is be funny and I’m fucking sold.
[For complication purposes, I think the non-fiction/fiction dichotomy is difficult for me to take to heart because people are so often full of shit in their non-fiction and so often being really honest, in some way, about their desires/experiences/understanding of the world through their fiction. Or something else an undergrad writing student would say. Feminists for stating the obvious.]
I recently went through my bin of zines and mini-comics and did some weeding. I’ve been buying them for 5 or 6 years now and naturally my tastes and interests changed over time. But I came to a really harsh conclusion at the end: Some people should not make zines.
At first I tried to rework that to say: not everyone should SHOW their zines to people. Since making things quite honestly keeps me wanting to live on this planet, I don’t want to say that anyone can’t or shouldn’t do a thing. But I think what I meant is that not everyone should make auto-bio art. Because what is sitting in my recycling bin right now is overwhelmingly auto-bio zines and comics.
I’m actually a big fan of auto-bio art, both writing and comics. When it is done well there isn’t much I like better. I make it myself, though I’m quite frankly kind of ashamed that I do it sometimes and don’t show the internet everything that I make. It can be a really helpful framework to understand your experiences though, but the rub is that not everyone needs to understand your experiences.
The stuff that I think really doesn’t work is when people make a thing simply because they want you to know THIS THING IT HAPPENED TO THEM, whether it was a pretty wild incident or like they felt anxious but drank tea and then felt better, self-care is so important you guys. I think what’s missing from a lot of memoir, both in indie comix, zineland, and feminist bookstores, is a fucking story. A narrative arc with tension and climaxes. Even if it’s only 3 panels, that can be done.
The best auto-bio work is the stuff that isn’t just about THIS THING IT HAPPENED TO ME. It’s not that passive. There’s an active attempt to make a connection between that thing that happened and to bigger ideas and to other people.
I fully support ourcatastrophe’s resistance to the genre, at least symbolically, because there needs to be less of it. People need to be told when they’re being boring and contributing to a dynamic of compulsory oversharing. I like auto-bio because when it’s good, I really get a lot out of it. But when it’s bad? To quote the Alkaline Trio song I am currently listening to, “that self pity shit is just too hard to take.”
Love this conversation. I shy away from saying things need to be funny or don’t need to be shown, but I’ve also been thinking a lot over the past few years, as a white cis straight educated middle class feminist (ie, basically EveryFeminist), about the notion of stepping aside. That seems like one of the few radical acts available to someone like me, if it even is radical. Listen and read, our story has been told. To death.
- Jennifer duBois, Writing Across Gender (via k-nuty)
That I, pussyharvest, wordsandturds, fearsome-fag, shoor, farahjoon, lumpyaceprince, stardustbats, and garconniere (or anyone else who would like to join in) create a series of essays for a zine or blog about why we hate third-wave feminism/fun-feminism and what we envision a new feminism that centers woc, poor people, trans* folk, and non-Westerners would be like.
A new feminism for the twenty-first century? Anyone in?
totes, if ya want me
I spent any possible hair money on my cats, but the other reason is that I am too fat for the robes…
I spent any possible hair money on my cats, but the other reason is that I am too fat for the robes at the salon I go to. Literally I can’t close them. It is absurd and I am so ashamed.
alternatively, be scared of doing everything every day
having an anxiety disorder is being eleanor roosevelt on hard mode
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”
J.K. Rowling (via amandadarling)
One time I was at the house of the friend who sent me the email I mentioned earlier and I was changing clothes for some reason—I think I had walked to her house over the bridge or something and was putting on a skirt to go out, and I was talking about something and changing and suddenly she said “You have so much less cellulite than me” which I guess was a compliment? But it really upset me because I was like, we were having a conversation and the whole time you were staring at my body? what? and obviously it was her issue and obviously i OFTEN see other people’s bodies and am like “I am a hideous fat blob,” and I fight it and my god the body issues we all have but for real when your friend is doing it and just says it like it’s totally normal and ok to say that, wtf. Also we aren’t really friends anymore but not bec of all of this stuff. Also she is a big fat-positive writer (big as in well-known).
pussy-strut replied to your photo: karaj: a week after my seizure, a week before the…
so, feminist permission slip, i guess
I am always available to sign them.
We probably need to talk about permissions slips vs enabling. Or I do, in my head.