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well, yeah, if by geek culture you mean men
Wake Up, Geek Culture, in which I think I am reading a geek shaking a virtual cane at people getting their anime too easily, too many people of the ungeeky classes being interested in geek turf, and remix culture because it's killing originality and then I got lost in the Etewaf, which is apparently really bad, but kind of sounds like my perfect life.
...I'm not sure.
I want to approach this from like, multiple are you kidding angles because hello, kind of my entire identity being geek, remix, and also, I like anime and God would I have killed to have access to it in my teens. Or like, knew it existed.
Academics have covered remix culture, and the mainstreaming of geekdom is like, a constant refrain everywhere, so not even going to bother, mostly because he froze me up at the Etewaf horror--very Lovecraftian, that--in which everyone has easy access to everything and that's like, really bad.
Let's not romanticize the past in which we had to wait for years and go uphill both ways to get our manga, okay? That shit isn't nostalgic; that sucked. It sucked. Yes, we had lively discussions waiting for new issues for about an hour and then geeks went to war, and geek war isn't like mundane war; most of us enter with a vocabulary not limited to languages that actually exist and a lot of us grew up beneath the thumb of mainstream contempt and high school bullying and whoo boy did we carry that into every conversation ever? Oh, we did. Harry Potter books had what, a one to two year wait or average? Did you see that fandom? And let me just say, thank God Star Trek II didn't come out during internet culture and have the waiting period before Star Trek III came out: bloodshed, people.
Geek culture was expensive; it was very much the territory of middle and upper middle class who could afford to import direct from Japan or knew someone who could if the titles you wanted weren't here. Even domestic products weren't cheap or easy; it's not that long ago that VHS tapes were this new and exciting thing that allowed recording instead of staring at the television listings for a hopeful glance of something not a rerun of fifties era programming and being really disappointed on a daily basis. Cable still isnt' universally accessible even in the US, and certainly not in rural Texas, much less internet. Working class geek meant used bookstores because hardcovers or even new paperback were for birthdays, Christmas, and when it was something my entire family would want to read (which luckily, we overlapped taste in a lot of things). Buying movies was an event that was considered carefully.
[I'd love to hit a real discussion of classism in geekdom because along with shitty race issues and shitty sexism issues, geek cultural development wasn't just white and male, it was white, male, and specific to certain economic classes as well. It's not that POCs, women, and the non-middle-class weren't geeky or didn't develop their own geek-related culture but geek as it is presented to mainstream culture is--well, white, male, and very obviously both.
[I'm still boggling at people who are utterly shocked that POC and women attended and still attend sci-fi conventions and are interested in the same things that mainstream geek culture is; yes, we've been here all along, and the question you should be asking is not 'where have you been' but 'why didn't I see that?' No one asks that, though. It's weird.]
Geek culture was difficult unless you lived in a city; I was a geek culture of one at my school K through 12 and you think your clique had it hard? Please. I never even met a D&Der until college and a LARPer after that. I met geek culture in college without any geek socialization skills--and we do have them, believe it or not--and I was the geek that geeks didn't like, since I was a feral geek who developed independently in the high school library reading encyclopedias* from 1976 because I'd finished the fantasy section before my freshman year of high school ended.
[* Encyclopedia Brittanica. Accept no substitutes.]
You city geeks had it easy, baby; the nearest used bookstore was one almost-large room and I was buying third rate sci fi where the high point was finding Mercedes Lackey*--say it with me, that was the high point--and Anne McCaffrey* and God help me that shitty Thomas Covenant series that I read in desperation because it's not like there was a lot of choice there. But also Sydney Van Scyoc was awesome with the first time I ever saw a sci-fi matriarchal culture that treated it with such utter, utter normality that I barely noticed I was being taught my first lessons in feminism. Also, no one was raped. New books were the nearest large city--forty miles away--or Wal-Mart--Wal-Mart--and we were so rural we couldn't even get cable, so I never had a meaningful relationship with Fraggle Rock and dear God am I bitter about that.
[I am not saying they're bad; I'm saying, think about a world where my sci-fi pinnacle was Anne McCaffrey.]
Yes, yes, the icky mainstream are all making your geek all less than special; those of us who, let me say this again, were reduced to rapey incesty Thomas of white gold ringness and the Gor novels unironically shelved beside the sci-fi aisle saw the dawn of Amazon.com, hulu, and bittorrent like the second goddamn coming, okay? I waited half my life to fall madly, desperately in love with a million things and Geek!Seperis of the dark days before the internet and access to Amazon would like to say, are you kidding me?
[I won't even go into women in geek culture, because being a feral geek, my early interactions with geek (male) culture were so off that I didn't get the joy and delight of trading sexual harassment for interaction and second class acceptance. My regret, it's legion, really.]
The days when geek culture belonged to the urban middle class male is over; we all own it now. Don't look like that; we're not saying you have to leave. See, we like to share. That's kind of the entire point.
...I'm not sure.
I want to approach this from like, multiple are you kidding angles because hello, kind of my entire identity being geek, remix, and also, I like anime and God would I have killed to have access to it in my teens. Or like, knew it existed.
Academics have covered remix culture, and the mainstreaming of geekdom is like, a constant refrain everywhere, so not even going to bother, mostly because he froze me up at the Etewaf horror--very Lovecraftian, that--in which everyone has easy access to everything and that's like, really bad.
Let's not romanticize the past in which we had to wait for years and go uphill both ways to get our manga, okay? That shit isn't nostalgic; that sucked. It sucked. Yes, we had lively discussions waiting for new issues for about an hour and then geeks went to war, and geek war isn't like mundane war; most of us enter with a vocabulary not limited to languages that actually exist and a lot of us grew up beneath the thumb of mainstream contempt and high school bullying and whoo boy did we carry that into every conversation ever? Oh, we did. Harry Potter books had what, a one to two year wait or average? Did you see that fandom? And let me just say, thank God Star Trek II didn't come out during internet culture and have the waiting period before Star Trek III came out: bloodshed, people.
Geek culture was expensive; it was very much the territory of middle and upper middle class who could afford to import direct from Japan or knew someone who could if the titles you wanted weren't here. Even domestic products weren't cheap or easy; it's not that long ago that VHS tapes were this new and exciting thing that allowed recording instead of staring at the television listings for a hopeful glance of something not a rerun of fifties era programming and being really disappointed on a daily basis. Cable still isnt' universally accessible even in the US, and certainly not in rural Texas, much less internet. Working class geek meant used bookstores because hardcovers or even new paperback were for birthdays, Christmas, and when it was something my entire family would want to read (which luckily, we overlapped taste in a lot of things). Buying movies was an event that was considered carefully.
[I'd love to hit a real discussion of classism in geekdom because along with shitty race issues and shitty sexism issues, geek cultural development wasn't just white and male, it was white, male, and specific to certain economic classes as well. It's not that POCs, women, and the non-middle-class weren't geeky or didn't develop their own geek-related culture but geek as it is presented to mainstream culture is--well, white, male, and very obviously both.
[I'm still boggling at people who are utterly shocked that POC and women attended and still attend sci-fi conventions and are interested in the same things that mainstream geek culture is; yes, we've been here all along, and the question you should be asking is not 'where have you been' but 'why didn't I see that?' No one asks that, though. It's weird.]
Geek culture was difficult unless you lived in a city; I was a geek culture of one at my school K through 12 and you think your clique had it hard? Please. I never even met a D&Der until college and a LARPer after that. I met geek culture in college without any geek socialization skills--and we do have them, believe it or not--and I was the geek that geeks didn't like, since I was a feral geek who developed independently in the high school library reading encyclopedias* from 1976 because I'd finished the fantasy section before my freshman year of high school ended.
[* Encyclopedia Brittanica. Accept no substitutes.]
You city geeks had it easy, baby; the nearest used bookstore was one almost-large room and I was buying third rate sci fi where the high point was finding Mercedes Lackey*--say it with me, that was the high point--and Anne McCaffrey* and God help me that shitty Thomas Covenant series that I read in desperation because it's not like there was a lot of choice there. But also Sydney Van Scyoc was awesome with the first time I ever saw a sci-fi matriarchal culture that treated it with such utter, utter normality that I barely noticed I was being taught my first lessons in feminism. Also, no one was raped. New books were the nearest large city--forty miles away--or Wal-Mart--Wal-Mart--and we were so rural we couldn't even get cable, so I never had a meaningful relationship with Fraggle Rock and dear God am I bitter about that.
[I am not saying they're bad; I'm saying, think about a world where my sci-fi pinnacle was Anne McCaffrey.]
Yes, yes, the icky mainstream are all making your geek all less than special; those of us who, let me say this again, were reduced to rapey incesty Thomas of white gold ringness and the Gor novels unironically shelved beside the sci-fi aisle saw the dawn of Amazon.com, hulu, and bittorrent like the second goddamn coming, okay? I waited half my life to fall madly, desperately in love with a million things and Geek!Seperis of the dark days before the internet and access to Amazon would like to say, are you kidding me?
[I won't even go into women in geek culture, because being a feral geek, my early interactions with geek (male) culture were so off that I didn't get the joy and delight of trading sexual harassment for interaction and second class acceptance. My regret, it's legion, really.]
The days when geek culture belonged to the urban middle class male is over; we all own it now. Don't look like that; we're not saying you have to leave. See, we like to share. That's kind of the entire point.
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Eh, I don't know about that. I read a lot of rapey romance novels and none of them had a villain raping the woman.
My references were based out of a set of fairly popular tropes; The Socially Acceptable Reasons Not to Be a Virgin When You Meet True Love. There are two across the board, three if you add in a lot of new and contemporary, or period romance based in cultures that were okay with divorce. Maybe four for very specific circumstances, but two standard: widowhood and rape.
Under rape culture, it's very hard not to give consent, and when I say that, I mean, you have to prove a lack of consent because everything is consent, right up to walking in the room with a rapist. So when it's written, it's signaled heavily both textually and subtextually because she has to cover all the bases--every base--for the heroine herself (author as unimpeachable, unbreakable witness) since women don't get benefit of the doubt so the author will shove it down the reader's throat. Hard. But for a very good reason.
Again, speaking in genre, the victim of rape walks down dark alleys, goes alone into rooms, does all the things she shouldn't and is told not to do. It sometimes reads really--overkill (like, does her shining goodness need to shine that much beneath his filthy hands?)--but I mentioned the author as witness for victim? She's also witnessing for the reader, for whom being raped for doing the 'wrong' thing will never not be a possibility. The author just spent however many pages following the victim before she was a victim who made all those mistakes that get you raped (room! man! existing!) and clarifying over and over and over she didn't want this.
[This formula also applies to spousal rape, btw, and Romance acknowledges spouses can rape.]
So you have slogged through all of that, including a carefully annotated version of This Is Really Really Rape, because you're trying to get the audience to that one place where they get exactly what they came here for, and because the audience is women, we honestly to god believe we have to hurt ourselves to get it:
Even the healing cock theory of rape recovery that's so popular in romance doesn't involve much actual cock or penetration; the "healing" is in the foreplay, focused exclusively on the female body, often with a metric ton of soliloquy on how beautiful, wonderful, amazing, gorgeous, not your fault, you're not dirty, I want to help, not just things to reassure the victim, but things women say to each other.
And now you get fifteen pages of wish fulfillment.
I mean, think about this one. We have an entire trope set, and not one of these tropes by itself is uncommon, soldered together so the author can tell women it wasn't their fault they were raped, and that it was horrible, and that one day, it'll be better, and it's okay to recover. But we don't have three to five years, we have a few pages of a book and this is supposed to be allegorical and make you feel good--healing sex, metaphor for "being a victim doesn't mean you can't one day feel better." Rape doesn't ruin you.
Having said that, I do not say this is always done well, but that's not the point anyway. What works here is the message, and that part is what has to get through.
Whoo. Sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for commenting and pointing out I didn't clarify my subject. I hope this somewhat clarifies what I was talking about.
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That is incredibly interesting. I'm not a romance reader -- I barely read published books these days -- but those are themes I've seen over and over in slash fandom, and they resonate with me. Even if the story seems melodramic and overwrought, there's still something very satisfying about that kind of tale, those stories where there is definite, announced reassurance to the main character.
I hadn't put it together in this way, hadn't considered the why behind the fact that it works, it resonates and touches us emotionally. But it definitely does.
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The thing that I think does make this a wroking model is Romance novels have continued to use distilled versions of these tropes while updating; a sane person would not say Jude Deveraux RapeLoveYay!Novels are at all equivalent to Loretta Chase's NoRapeYay!Novels, except if I broke them by trope, perfect equivalent. Okay, Loretta is also a better writer. But how women view society has changed, and Romance novels are social-cultural barometers. They weren't created to Imagine a Better World, or Look, One Day You Can Do This, they were created to talk about what is happening right now, with is invaluable in itself.
(This is a vast, vast generalization of Romance, which itself is a catch-all for "things women like", since a lot of what is labeled as Romance especially in the last ten years has no trope affiliation, but whatever, that's an argument for another day about women and how they're treated by genre.)