Words mean things and have history, guys.
And this is actually why I don’t understand slur reclamation. To me, it actually comes across as tacit endorsement of the word, which is why people not in those groups don’t get why you can use that word and they can’t. If it’s offensive, it’s offensive, regardless of who’s using it.
First of all, thank you for taking the time to clarify your position.
This is one of the first times I’ve been exposed to Internet backlash of this magnitude. While you have more experience as a public figure, I can empathize with the overwhelming feeling of strangers passing judgement.
Respectfully, however, I don’t think that I am mistaken.
I couldn’t find specifically what the reference to Jezebel related to, but I did find your statement made initially on Facebook Link here, for those who are interested. I will make my response to that.
To begin, for those who don’t know, your response was largely made in reaction to my commentary on comments made at the recent Nerd HQ/Supernatural panel at SDCC, and the subsequent fan-wide discussions that it catalyzed. My post is here.
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I don’t watch SPN, and I usually block the tag because I get tired of it, but I think Dubious’ response to this is absolutely amazing. I have a hard time with much of the representation arguments and I don’t think many are well-made, but I tend to agree with everything Dub said with just a read-through of the two posts.
Dismissal of those people who make up your audience, either based on their sex, gender, or criticism and concerns is, at the very least, rude. It’s destructive to the fan base and to the show itself.
As an artist, I’m much more comfortable talking about the concept of criticism, so I’m taking that angle. So many people take the word “criticism” to mean “unkind and unwarranted commentary about a subject to demean and discredit that subject or its creator.” This could not be further from the truth, but this connotation is what leads many creatives (and especially visual artists) to use the term “critique” instead. Critique is constructive criticism; the act of asking questions and offering opinions with the intent to foster growth and development of the subject. These questions can range anywhere from matters of aesthetics to subject matter to technique to matters of audience reception. Even the best artists welcome and even solicit critique through all stages of their work.
CW and SPN seem to be eschewing any concept that their fans should have any input but abject praise, and if they can’t offer that, they should GTFO. I cannot think of a more offensive, dismissive, and damaging approach to those people who keep your work alive and on the air than this. I have left fan bases for much less than what’s going on. And while that’s what the cast and Aisha will tell you to do, I cared far less about the fandoms I left than any of these die-hard fans.
People who care about something and want it to be good in more ways than its entertainment value will bring up these hard questions because they want to understand the motivations of the creators and to bring issues to the creators’ attention because they want to participate in improving the material they already love. Love may mean accepting flaws in a partner, but with our literature? No. Love means finding that thing you connect with and then fighting to fix those things that hurt people unnecessarily. Love is fighting to make the object of your love the best it can possibly be.
So if you can’t accept critique, and can’t weather criticism, then maybe you’re in the wrong business.
He cannot remember his beginnings, only that he has been, and been; and been, back, and back, and back; for years, upon years, upon years, into the distant ages when he and his brothers and his sisters were Kings and Queens, Masters of the depths and breadths of the wide and ever-changing Sea.
But He spares none, in the end, not even they Slayers of Distress, Despair, and Pain, and one by one He came for them, until he was the last.
He has grown older, he has grown colder, and sometimes, only briefly, he is weary of telling his heart it does not exist only to feel it beat twice as hard in defiance.
But he is the Master, and the Master does not know distress, nor despair, nor pain, nor weariness—no, the Master does not know weakness, rather, he devours it whole, swallows it into the crushing darkness to roil and to rot
(oh, you are what you eat, is that what the humans say—?)
His throne is blood and bones, and often he wonders why, having risen, it so often feels like he is falling into an abyss—deeper than the Canyon, than the Dark, than even the Deep which he calls ‘home’—
He is the Pale One, the Master Shark, oh, he is ed’Rastekeresket t’k Gh’shestaesteh, and a spratling once told him there were teeth in his name, but on occasion he wonders if those very teeth will one day be his own undoing.
So every morning I get off the train and start my 20 minute walk to work, and there’s this guy who’s always like 3 steps ahead of me and always beats me to the street corner bc I get stopped by the light and he passes it. but today I was ahead of him for the first time and he RUNS in front of me, turns around and goes “I’ve been winning for 2 months now, can’t stop now, have a good day, see you tomorrow.” tmrw I swear i’m wearing running shoes to work.
No amount of smiling at a flight of stairs has ever made it turn into a ramp. Ever-Stella Young on why the saying “the only disability in life is a bad attitude,” is bullshit. (via mh-things)