(Flashback) Fake Geek Girls: Not A Thing
Yes. Women. With boobs. They pretend to like geeky things; they pretend to read comic books and play video games, but we all know the truth.
THEY ARE POSERS. FAKES. These… these… HARLOTS of geekery spend months crafting accurate costumes and thousands of dollars attending to conventions, just so they can prey on innocent geeky men. Many of those men are apparently virgins or bad with women (not my words), and these devil women come prancing into the hallowed halls of geekdom with their boobs and their lips—and they have the nerve to WALK AROUND where men can see them. Can someone just think of those poor men?!
It is unbelievable that this travesty is allowed to continue. The fact that these… these…succubi are permitted into these sacred gatherings—“mantherings”, if you will—to sate their unholy thirst for–
Um. Actually, I’m not exactly clear on this point. Something about… attention, maybe? To hand out erections like some kind of twisted Easter Bunny? Perhaps they maintain their youth and beauty by bathing in the tears of sweaty virgins? Like Elizabeth of Bathory only, you know, grosser.
Or maybe—and I know this is going to sound crazy, but stay with me here—maybe women (yes, even pretty ones) can love geeky things as much as men do.
Maybe some women are so captivated and empowered by a character they want to be that character, even if it’s only for a few days.
Maybe some women are artists who look at a character design and see inspiration and challenge. Maybe when they attend conventions, they’re displaying their art to public scrutiny, and not their bodies.
Maybe the “fake geek girl” isn’t the problem. Maybe the problem lies within the idea that geek culture is a tree-house with a “No Girls Allowed” sign posted on the front door; that women have no business liking things like comic books or video games; and that if they say they do, it’s because they want to get a man’s attention.
That’s just not true. No “maybe” about it.
When a woman cosplays, just like when a man cosplays, they are inviting you to look at their costume. That’s it. They are not inviting anyone to inspect their bodies, to comment on their bodies, to touch their bodies. They are not making any offers or promises, regardless of how revealing their costumes are. (No, Tony Harris, just because a woman has “glossy open lips” doesn’t mean she is promising “the moon and stars of pleasure”—and contrary to your apparent beliefs, the highest aspiration of most women is not having some random chinbeard wanking over her. Because, ew.)
To be perfectly honest, the kind of attention Mr. Harris believes women attend these cons for is readily available close to home. Bars, nightclubs, the gym or the grocery store. If all a woman wanted was to be objectified by random guys she could get that anywhere. What she can’t get anywhere, what she’s likely looking for when she attends a convention, is the opportunity to be surrounded by people who get it. They love the same things she loves, they get excited by the same things she does, and they can look at the costume she is wearing and admire it for what it is: a love letter to the character and the character’s creators.
“Cosplay-Chicks” aren’t the problem, “Fake geek-girls” aren’t a thing and the “No Girls Allowed” sign is off the clubhouse door.