Perusing Twitter is a bedtime ritual of mine and a general side-effect of smartphone addiction. But tonight I happened across something that made me get out of bed and blog. Our darling Gail tweeted this:
Therefore, I had the pleasure of watching this:
I may or may not have welled-up just a bit while watching that.
While I have been plenty irritated by the “fake” geek girl sentiment (Erika and Lindsey, too), I didn’t realize just how much it actually hurt my feelings. Then I thought back for a moment. There are so many small instances over the past 7 years when people have shamed me in some way for being into comics or didn’t believe that I knew a thing about them or thought I was ridiculous for dressing up like Black Canary or that I dressed up like Dinah to be provocative and not because I LOVE the character.
That stuff happens. Not all the time, but it does happen. Since I don’t do passive aggressive, just … aggressive. I speak up and defend myself or defend the validity of comics as art or spout obscure comic book continuity or explain the merits of Dinah’s character and why she wears fishnets.
Sure, it was my choice to react that way. But you know what?
I have nothing to prove.
THANKS to The Doubleclicks for “naming that puppy,” and contributing to this conversation in such a compassionate and clever way.
You can download the song and read the lyrics HERE. You can see The Doubleclicks original post HERE. And they’ve created a Tumblr of all the submissions they received for the video and for those who still want to contribute … HERE.