Surviving snakebite, in the desert, in space, and...sudden stardom? What?

Which of these things is not like the other:

* Surviving IN SPACE.
* Surviving IN THE DESERT.
* Surviving BEING BITTEN BY VENOMOUS REPTILES.
* Surviving YOUR SUDDEN AND INEVITABLE POP STAR LIFE.

I...what?

A little context for you, because context is to my crankiness as the Great Pumpkin is to the Sacred Patch: yesterday was Wednesday, better known around these parts as "Seanan goes to the comic book store" day. We went to the comic book store. I picked up my books (new issues of The Boys and Hack/Slash, new trades of Chew and American Vampire), and prowled the shelves, looking to see what else had arrived.

In the "family friendly" section, I found two books I hadn't seen before: Boys Only How To Survive Anything, and its natural mate, Girls Only How To Survive Anything. They were, naturally, somewhat pink and blue, but I don't have a moral objection to pink, and if they were going to be all gendered about things, I supposed having "gender appropriate" colors made sense. I picked up Boys Only and flipped through it.

Surviving disasters, natural and man-made. Surviving conflicts and accidents and on the space shuttle and monsters. Surviving, you know, shit that can kill you. Works for me. I put down Boys Only and picked up Girls Only. Where I learned to survive...

Breakouts. Becoming a pop star (and the inevitable carpal tunnel from signing all those autographs). Saying I'm sorry (with homemade lip balm). Identifying a frenemy. Surviving, you know, shit that generally doesn't leave you dead.

Can you guess when I started seeing red?

Now look. I get that we're a culture that thinks boys and girls should always like different things, and that we start reinforcing that from a very early age. I get that to some degree, on average, boys and girls do like different things. It's by no means universal, but things like the Brony movement aside, you do have gendered majorities for many activities and interests. Fine. But you know where that breaks down? When we tell girls, through implication, that they shouldn't know how to survive in the desert. Knowing how to handle, gasp, pimples is so much more important.

Not every girl needs to know how to deal with venomous reptiles, just like not every boy needs to know how to base jump. Because of differing interests and activities, I could have believed as much as 40% deviation between the books. Teach the boys how to tie a tie, and the girls how to fix runs in the nylons, fine. It's cisgendered and assumes so much, but it makes societal sense, if you're dividing the books by gender (and I'm almost in favor of that, just so that they don't give all the action illustrations to boys, and all the pretty or panicked illustrations to girls). Understand that gendering is problematic and try to be reasonable.

But we are talking 95% deviation. The only activity they had in common? Escaping from a zombie. Because...fuck, I don't know. Because zombies are the only truly gender-neutral threat in the world, apparently. Deserts only fuck you up if you have a penis. Frenemies (how I hate that word) only endanger your reputation if you have tits. But zombies? Man, they will fuck you up, no matter what you've got.

I hate this increasing insistence that boys and girls are alien species, coming together only to do icky romance dances of ickiness, and make more boys and girls to never understand each other at all. Girls can like snakes. Boys can like looking nice for dates. And that doesn't mean a damn thing but "we are all individuals, we will all like and want and do different stuff."

At least we're all allowed to know how to fight zombies.

Tags: cranky blonde is cranky, don't be dumb, zombies

wfw_sj

May 4 2012, 00:49:22 UTC 5 years ago

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What bothers me the most is the idea that girls are never in the desert, in space, in any place subjected to natural disasters, near venomous reptiles, and so on. Even the girliest girl could be in any of those situations. Why is a book that deals with them labeled Boys Only? (Or is this one of those ironic attempts at humor, like those soda ads that say "not for women"?)

hoppytoad79

May 4 2012, 01:15:26 UTC 5 years ago

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Because that's not what girls do. Girls are instinctively driven to shop, giggle over boys, and being all soft and pretty. Why would girls want to go somewhere icky like the desert or into space? That would mean they'd get dirty, and that's just, like, icky. [/sarcasm] Crap like this makes me want to Hulk out and go after the purveyors of such sexist, outdated crap.

micheinnz

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dewline

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hoppytoad79

May 4 2012, 01:09:18 UTC 5 years ago

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Crap like this chaps my ass in a major way. My idea of a fun afternoon is putting on my old sneaks and clothes I can get filthy and going out into the woods to hike and climb around. In the spring, I love to go hunting for frogs and salamanders. I've worked for the local of the stagehand's union and as a zookeeper. I know how to start a fire (with a source of ignition) and keep it going better than many guys and my idea of fun in the summer is to load up a pack with everything I'll need for a week and go off into the wilderness with a bunch of others as crazy as me for a week of canoeing and portaging between lakes. I also enjoy dressing up and looking pretty and doing my hair and wearing make-up. I loveloveLOVE constructing historical costumes and can be so incredibly nitpicky and anal about the details (playing dress-up is FUN!). Sewing, needlepoint, cross stitch, knitting, crochet,...you name it and I probably do it. I love to cook, I love babies, I go to goo over cute critters. For years, I felt torn between the 'girly' part of me and the part that loves getting physical and dirty, that they were somehow incompatable. There are times I still feel that tugging at me, but I stomp it down with my mind now because there is nothing dual about my nature. I'm a fabulously multi-faceted woman and I'm proud not to fit into the little boxes society loves to tell people they have to conform to. I love it when someone tries and fails to file me away into one narrow little category or another.

bunsen_h

May 4 2012, 04:24:12 UTC 5 years ago

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The Vorlon Question ("Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?"), in which every answer was deemed inadequate, always struck me as silly, and I was annoyed that none of those oh-so-wise characters saw the obvious correct answer. I am myself, defined by example.

Surviving snakebite, in the desert, in space, and...sudden stardom? What?

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