Life is weird sometimes. I just had a really great conversation with
merryish over coffee this morning about privilege and fandom, only to come online afterwords to discover yet another round of racism and Who, umpteenth thousand verse, same as the first. And it occurs to me that I'm not a very good ally. Because I generally don't talk about this stuff very much in public. A lot of it is for the reasons previously stated in this LJ that I cling to my squee like a life preserver and, frankly, it's difficult for me to engage with things that will harsh it. But that's the thing, isn't it? The reason I can watch my shows the way I do is because I'm watching from a privileged position. That's just...true. In the same way that, intentional or not, the fact that my show, this show that I love for so many reasons, continues to perpetuate racist and sexist undertones is also...just true.
I'm not quite sure how to resolve that conflict between needing a place of escapism and recognizing that the very place I'm hiding is also capable of being exclusionary and hurtful. I do know that I don't want to be silent. I don't want my squee to be taken as an endorsement of troubling patterns. And when those troubling patterns are pointed out, I don't want to be counted on the side that waves it's hands in furious denial and pretends they don't exist...because there they are. And if we're not willing to see them, how on earth will we ever get around to fixing them?
I think it's possible for squee and awareness to co-exist. It has to, because we are so deeply steeped in this shit all around us, that if it weren't there'd be nothing left but anger, and I can't live like that, much less be fannish like that (and again, is this because I have the privilege to say that? How nice for me.) I dunno. I don't have the answer, not for me, not for fandom. I wish I did. I do know that arguing that the conflict doesn't exist at all, that the hurt doesn't happen, isn't on the list.
Mostly just...thinking out loud here. And wishing I were stronger or smarter or less selfish about all of this.
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I'm not quite sure how to resolve that conflict between needing a place of escapism and recognizing that the very place I'm hiding is also capable of being exclusionary and hurtful. I do know that I don't want to be silent. I don't want my squee to be taken as an endorsement of troubling patterns. And when those troubling patterns are pointed out, I don't want to be counted on the side that waves it's hands in furious denial and pretends they don't exist...because there they are. And if we're not willing to see them, how on earth will we ever get around to fixing them?
I think it's possible for squee and awareness to co-exist. It has to, because we are so deeply steeped in this shit all around us, that if it weren't there'd be nothing left but anger, and I can't live like that, much less be fannish like that (and again, is this because I have the privilege to say that? How nice for me.) I dunno. I don't have the answer, not for me, not for fandom. I wish I did. I do know that arguing that the conflict doesn't exist at all, that the hurt doesn't happen, isn't on the list.
Mostly just...thinking out loud here. And wishing I were stronger or smarter or less selfish about all of this.