Perhaps some people truly believe that we're living in a post-genderist society, where women "have it great," and now we can put all of that suffrage nonsense behind us. Or, that it's "as good as it's ever going to get." I don't know. I can't pretend to understand that sort of thinking. As a woman in academia (where "angry white man syndrome" is ever omnipresent) I'm still fighting the good fight. Did you know that every single semester I teach, I receive at least one student evaluation that makes reference to my breasts? My makeup? My clothing? My jewelry? My ass? It's 2014, right? One year, a male student drew a picture on his evaluation of me naked. Sucking his dick.
Other experiences are more subtle.
As a woman who is writing this now (blurred screen, eyes wet), I'm so disheartened that I have to defend my anger over some of these so-called "meaningless remarks," and that I have to be a good sport and "just go along with it." It's all in good fun, right?
Regardless of intention, there comes a time when you (as a gender, as a culture, as a society) have to take a step back and say, "You know what? Maybe things are changing. Maybe women have simply had enough. Maybe it's time to reevaluate."
It's a scab that heals over at times until someone comes along to pick at it. And make it bleed. And if you don't "get" the funny sexist joke, well, you're just towing the "PC Bullshit" line. It has nothing to do with being poked with a stick repeatedly by politicians, by the news, by parents who think their "sweet boys never rape any girl that didn't have it coming," by the media who tells us exactly what we should look like and how we should act. By offensive student evaluations.
I fell in love with science fiction. I was twelve. Ray Bradbury. I read it because it showed me a world that could be. A progressive world. A world that pushed up against limitations. How many writers of the genre--male or female--have had that same experience? Fantasy showed me that my dreams had no limits. These were writers who "got me," as a girl. As a woman. As a human being.
Where did some of these current writers stumble? Did they forget? Perhaps they never saw it at all?
The genre isn't perfect. Let's face it, those chainmail bikinis. Old Conan and Tarzan covers. Didn't age very well, did they?
But at the heart of it all, at its core, I always felt like sci-fi and fantasy gave me permission to dream of better than I had in the real world. I don't much like having that compromised. And I don't like being told to "calm down" when I decide that I've had enough of it.
People are going to continue to push back against what they feel is derogatory and disrespectful. And small minds will continue to defend that sort of behavior. My job as a genre writer is to bust my ass. To shove my way into organizations such as the SFWA and to add my weight to those who want to evolve. I may just be a small pebble on one side of a very big scale, but it's a start. And I know that many other women feel as I do. I know many men feel as I do. And I'd like for those men to grow in number--even if they were once part of the problem.
It takes some self-awareness, though, and the ability to admit that the way you were doing things might not have been the very best way.