The Hawkeye initiative (and related stuff) make me extremely uncomfortable.
There’s some really nasty shit lurking not too far under the surface of some of the drawings. In some cases, like the ones where they switch clothes, it’s not even too deep.
Making choices of clothing based in femininity/femme-ness on a dood isn’t a context free choice. Doubly so when you are mocking something. It relies on the deep history of cissexism and oppositional sexism in our culture. Even if that’s not the intent of the artist, it is impossible to look at these drawings and not have all the jokes about guys wearing women’s clothing or “acting like a girl” come up. That’s the POINT of these drawings.
And that point pins trans women to the wall as a side effect of (rightly) critiquing the sexism in comics.
I hadn’t even realized the humor in the Hawkeye Initiative could be interpreted as cissexist, because I feel like the humor isn’t the fact that they’re dudes in “women’s” clothing. It’s that we’ve become so desensitized to how ridiculous the clothing and positioning for women in comics is that we don’t recognize how fucking ridiculous it is until it’s on a dude. The dudes look just as ridiculous as the women do, but it’s more noticeable on the dudes because our culture respects men more than they do women.
It’s not “Oh dude in a skirt, let’s laugh!” It’s “Having armor with cutouts for the breasts is fucking ridiculous and way stupid looking. And it sucks that you didn’t notice how dumb it is until it was on a dude’s body.” I think that says a lot about the way we as a society view women. The women look equally as contorted and uncomfortable in these costumes/poses, but we tend to not notice because that’s become the default in comic books.
Those ridiculous, impractical, barely-there armor outfits aren’t “women’s clothing,” because comic book female superhero outfits are ridiculous and impractical for everyone, including the women whose bodies they’re currently on. Those body contortionist tits-and-ass poses aren’t “women’s poses” - it’s what male gaze says that women look like. It’s male fantasy, and seeing it on a dude’s body makes them feel uncomfortable because the male gaze is on *their* body instead of mine, and suddenly they don’t like that.
this is a good conversation to have
10 Women of Science You Should Know
Lise Meitner (1878 – 1968)
When Lise Meitner finished school at age 14, she was barred from higher education, as were all girls in Austria. But, inspired by the discoveries of William Röntgen and Henri Becquerel, she was determined to study radioactivity. When she turned 21, women were finally allowed into Austrian universities. Two years of tutoring preceded her enrollment at the University of Vienna; there she excelled in math and physics and earned her doctorate in 1906. She wrote to Marie Curie, but there was no room for her in the Paris lab and so Meitner made her way to Berlin. There she collaborated with Otto Hahn on the study of radioactive elements, but as an Austrian Jewish woman (all three qualities were strikes against her), she was excluded from the main labs and lectures and allowed to work only in the basement. In 1912, the pair moved to a new university and Meitner had better lab facilities. Though their partnership was split up physically when she was forced to flee Nazi Germany in 1938, they continued to collaborate. Meitner continued her work in Sweden and after Hahn discovered that uranium atoms were split when bombarded with neutrons, she calculated the energy released in the reaction and named the phenomenon “nuclear fission.” The discovery—which eventually led to the atomic bomb (“You must not blame scientists for the use to which war technicians have put our discoveries,” Meitner would say in 1945)—won Hahn the Nobel Prize in 1944. Meitner, overlooked by the Nobel committee, refused to return to Germany after the war and continued her atomic research in Stockholm into her 80s.
Kate Spencer: Today A Man Touched Me On The Subway And So I Hit Him
I’m writing this on the R train as it rattles slowly along toward Brooklyn. I’m headed to pick up my 6-month-old daughter. I’m writing because I’m still reeling from what occurred on the Times Square subway platform a few moments ago. I was walking to the end of the station as I always do. I saw a…
gentlemen (assholes also), pay attention