I can quickly sum up yesterday for me in a Tweet:
It’s like after 40 years of having the piss taken out of me for being the girl who liked sci-fi, I suddenly became cool.
— Chat of the Alt (@AlternativeChat) April 7, 2016
That’s not even close to the whole story, of course, but what Thursday proved to me is that people finally worked out that realism makes money. It doesn’t make nearly as much cash as wish fulfilment, just ask the porn industry. However, for the brief and glorious time that it is smart to stick a woman in the Big Chair? Let’s all embrace that. Of course, how you choose to do this will vary, and some of you may not grasp that what you think is awesome is just the same old shit, but done differently. It’s okay, that always happens.
1966 v 2016. 50 years on and we’re still dressing women for marketing in bikinis. YAY PROGRESS. pic.twitter.com/0k15U2Axvt
— Chat of the Alt (@AlternativeChat) April 8, 2016
Women aren’t Mary Sues. They’re not bikini babes. They’re not automatic receptacles for your sperm either. They are the other half of an equation that’s been refined after millions of years of selective evolutionary processes. The fact that a subsection of you people seem to think this gives you rights to treat us like the shit you just scraped off your shoe is often hard to grasp, but as this is the Internet? I shouldn’t be surprised. The fact that MY OWN SEX do this as well just goes to reinforce the point.
People are stupid. Don’t be people.
Put it and put them away, and stop thinking this is sex, when it ought just to be business.