alpha males – paranormal biotruths and rape culture

Evo-psych is a favorite pet topic of R Scott Bakker and assorted shitlords. It’s the domain of the uneducated who nevertheless believe they are brilliant; evo-psych is popular pseudo-science at its worst, used to justify roughly every form of bigotry you can imagine (and a few you can’t), with special attention paid to misogyny.

Imagine my surprise to discover that it’s also an obsession in the lofty genre of paranormal romance/urban fantasy.

“Don’t you understand? You, your subconscious or whatever wanted a life mate, and you wanted me bad. Something deep inside you wants to be loved, manu. All you have to do is let me.” –Shirin Dubbin, Dream’s Dark Kiss

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Warren Ellis goes GRAVELLY it is the rapeytimes

Warren Ellis’ cult hit STRANGE KILLINGS is back with “combat magician” William Gravel’s most gut-wrenching mission yet! Deployed to a steaming Philippine island, Gravel’s assignment is to assassinate an investigative reporter about to expose a chemical weapon lab sanctioned by the British government. But double-crosses and political intrigue have marked Gravel for murder by his S.A.S.? comrades as he realizes that he has been led into a trap by a vengeance-seeking superior. And it only gets worse. There’re zombies: Scores of flesh-ripping, reanimated corpses seeking to shred and devour everyone and everything in their path. If Gravel is able to uncover the shocking truth hidden within the jungle on this island of the dead, can even his otherworldly powers help him escape from a madman, and army of the undead and four squads of heavily armed S.A.S soldiers out for his blood?

Generally, I like Warren Ellis sort of okay. As far as white dudes doing comics go, he’s not one of the very worst. For example, he’s not Mark Millar or Frank Miller. At least, that’s what I thought.

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FROM DEAD TO WORSE pt 3 – Charlaine Harris still a troglodyte

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I hope everyone likes my take on one of the From Dead to Worse covers!

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FROM DEAD TO WORSE pt 1 – Charlaine Harris still disgusting racist

Let’s start off with this: while it’s possible to like things that are problematic, I genuinely don’t understand what there is to like about these books. Is it the shitty writing? Is it the misogyny? Is it the jingoism? Is it the rampant, raging, explicit and relentless racism?

I’m not talking about the show, which I understand is slightly less racist than the books. This isn’t some “reading too much into it” thing; this isn’t even social justice crusading stuff. The racism in these books is absolutely obvious, undeniable, and constant. There is nothing redeeming in these books. There’s nothing good about them. All they do is confirm that barely-literate fiction that affirms and endorses popular bigotries will enjoy great popularity and commercial success. Well done, America.

Trigger warning: rape and rape apologia.

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TENDER MORSELS – rapetoberfest and bears

Tender Morsels is a dark and vivid story, set in two worlds and worrying at the border between them. Liga lives modestly in her own personal heaven, a world given to her in exchange for her earthly life. Her two daughters grow up in this soft place, protected from the violence that once harmed their mother. But the real world cannot be denied forever—magicked men and wild bears break down the borders of Liga’s refuge. Now, having known Heaven, how will these three women survive in a world where beauty and brutality lie side by side?

RAPE AND CHILD ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING

This is a complicated book. It’s about surviving abuse, about love, about recovery, about being women. It’s also quite a flawed book in many ways, and goes on for many pages too long.

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R. Scott Bakker – Neuropath of Misogyny

RAPE TRIGGER WARNING

I come bearing a gift.

By which I mean bearing a curse. What’s this curse? Over 3,000 words of rapefare from that most favored of punching bags, R. Scott Bakker. Specifically it’s from his non-fantasy thing–I’m not sure what genre it falls into other than “mumbo-jumbo”–Neuropath. Now, by and by I’ve come to view Bakker as rather harmless if socially incompetent; his boon companion Peter Watts is a far more loathsome piece of shit (although anecdotes have it that Watts is, in real life, quite socially incompetent as well and that translates to a certain kind of schoolboy pettiness. Now imagine if he, Watts and Pat have a drink together at a con–but never mind, that’s a vile image: so much smug idiocy concentrated in one place!).

Then someone told me about the rapefare in Neuropath.

Here follows a close reading and dissection of about 3,000 words (more than 10 pages in paper!) of rapefare. I was warned it would be disgusting, but after a while I found it merely hilarious. There’s a weird, off-putting tone to this as of a schoolboy dipping a stick into his own fresh excrement, then running at people to wave said stick in their faces. This isn’t edgy, haunting, horrifying. It’s very simply disgusting in the same childish, mindless way and suggests that Bakker perhaps needs to be house-broken. If Chris Priest believes Charles Stross to be an incontinent puppy, then one can only imagine Bakker as a piglet suffering from explosive diarrhea. It rolls around in–well, you know. Obeying its natural instincts, as it were.

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meet Eric Juneau, feminist warrior, rape apologist and thin sheets of women

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Who the fuck is Eric Juneau? Dunno. Edit: a rape apologist who thinks rape survivors are too loud and angry, among other things. Until two days ago I’d never heard of him. What’s drawn my interest is that he has thoughts on writing women (and thoughts on rape), which is kind of like having thoughts on yaoi but more offensive and tiresome. Many thoughts! Oh, so very many thoughts. He is a feminist, self-proclaimed and self-validated–never mind what any woman might say to the contrary. Did I say thoughts? No, what he wants to share with you, ignorant plebs, is his philosophy on writing women.

Most of it is kindergarten neckbeard blather about strong women and similar, drawing from Half-Life of all things, and while tedious, belaboring the obvious and useless–and chock-full of tiresome gamer-speak plus a smug conviction that he knows best–it’s not that offensive until you come to this gem:

I don’t want a character that’s defined by her presence, but by her motivations. She is a person first and a woman after that. A person with characteristics/traits that tend towards womanliness (is that a word?). I don’t characterize her by her body or her boyfriends or yogurt or being inept with technology or doing laundry things. I give her interests and traits universal to any person. Then I layer a thin sheet of woman on it — a little more emotional intensity, a little more nurturing, more connectivity with people. She’s not aggressive and violent, she’s not a linear thinker, not a constant crier, not so goal-focused (though goals are important and necessary, they are less tangible). A Barb Wire, high-heeled, cold warrior bitch is not a woman. It is a woman doing an impression of a man doing an impression of a woman. It’s a fantasy — unrealistic and implausible.

It’s amazing how much a man knows about being a woman, isn’t it? Isn’t “a thin sheet of woman” incredibly creepy and objectifying? Isn’t it presumptuous for him to be going around dictating what a woman is and what is not?

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Mike Carey’s UNWRITTEN – Gary Stu, tiresome Harry Potter allusions, rapeyness this way comes, oh MY!

I’ve had my issues with Mike Carey in the past. Mainly, the way he handles female characters. But he has, at times, been decent: he authored The Furies, a Sandman spinoff that gives maligned and disempowered Hippolyta Hall a chance to stand up and kick ass. Lucifer while severely flawed has its share of pretty good female characters, like Elaine Belloc and Jill Presto, and Lilith was mostly superb until Carey decided to shit all over her.

Imagine my surprise, then, to find that in The Unwritten there’s only really one major female character. Her purpose? Why, to be the protagonist Tom Taylor’s love interest, because what else are women for. Thirty issues or so in, Tom’s nameless, faceless seven ex-girlfriends are fridged to drive him to revenge.

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SHITSURAKUEN – paradise lost, indeed

I’m rarely this disappointed with a manga.

So, Shitsurakuen is essentially Utena with some elements of shounen action thrown in. There’s an Utena, an Anthy, an Akio; there’s a student council; there’s the duels and the pulling of weapons from girls’ chests; there’s even a fairytale motif. It’s not very subtle in what it does, and yet there are moments of striking understanding that are nuanced and mature in its delivery of internalized oppression, the way girls can be strong in different but equally valid ways, the way girls can help other girls in a setting so viciously misogynistic.

And then it all falls apart.

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