- Sierra takes TechCrunch to task
- Writing Dissonance: Those Brave Disabled People
- Surviving A For-Profit School
- On Trayvon Martin and Our Fear of Smiling Black Men
- ‘Crack baby’ study ends with unexpected but clear result “‘Poverty is a more powerful influence on the outcome of inner-city children than gestational exposure to cocaine,’ Hurt said at her May lecture.”
- Carpe Sharknado
- Rodriguez Kept ‘Mexican Repatriation’ From Being Forgotten
- I Will Not Be Afraid of Women: Thoughts on RWA This is what Readercon is like for me but with less fancy dress. Also, I love the diagram. Are they in a peapod?
- Mako Mori and the Hero’s Journey
- The Visual Intelligence of Pacific Rim
- An Open Letter to Arme Hammer on the term “mommy porn”
- Blame The Writer
- Catherine Rosselle’s Creepy Spider Embroidery Crafts Look! More embroidery that’s only cool because its subject matter is not coded as feminine! Whee!
- Writers: You Might Be Doing It Wrong If…
- Comic-Con And Hollywood’s Fan Girl Problem Headline’s a bit misleading, story is not particularly well-written but it makes some good points.
- The Worst of White Folks
- White people
For the last year and some-odd months, there have been periods of time when waves of people on my newsfeed will change their profile photo to a picture of themselves in a hoodie. Under their photo or in their status, they will type, “I am Trayvon Martin.” Some of those people are white, some of them are not. I understand that this is done in solidarity, but I have not done these, because I am not Trayvon Martin. I don’t know what it was like to be him. I am Katie Prout. I am 25, I run far, I worry a lot, and I’m white. Trayvon Martin was a young black boy, and one way I know that I am not him is because people have said terrible things to me about young black boys and I have not told them to stop. Thinking about this makes me sick on more than just candy. Another way that I know that I am not Trayvon Martin is that today I got up to go buy some snacks, and I walked through neighborhoods where I do not look, dress, or sound like anyone else. I still got to come home.
- Why Being a POC Author Sucks Sometimes
- Call for Papers: Biology and Manners: The Worlds of Lois McMaster Bujold (Merrian pointed out on Twitter, though, that there’s nothing here about embodiment, bodies, or disability–an interesting omission.)
- Official Cosmos trailer! I am glad to see that there is a new spaceship of the imagination. However, I am disappointed that Neil deGrasse Tyson is not rocking a turtleneck.
- Why Finnish babies sleep in cardboard boxes
- “Theories of Pain” by Rose Lemberg
- Ant mega-colony takes over world
- Mystery book sculptor gives Edinburgh new work of art This is the best. The very best.
- This thing we are doing (a manifesto)
Instead, the science fiction future I have found myself in is a sea of scientifically improbable white faces, and I have sadly and with deep regret left most English-language fantasy behind to its its fae and its beautiful red heads and its dragons shaped all wrong. I found myself drifting away despite my wishes: disillusioned by yet another Anglo-Celtic barely veiled Arthurian dragony thing with some barbarous coloured people and a whole lot of white people (GoT, I’m looking at you); surrounded by humans on colonising, conquesting adventures through time and space. I started reading Chinese SF instead, but as a first generation adventurer into the world while that’s an option for me that’s not an option for all brown kids in an English-language world.
I feel like we’re all sort of fumbling in the fog, trying to find out way out of what is going to be the worst mass disabling event of our lifetimes–and as I’ve found out over the past almost-four years, there is no way out, there is only through and there is no end. Therefore, I give you a few waypoints that may help you on your journey.