All Eyes on Me

Some scattered grumbling over Neil Gaiman

2025-01-27T16:27:00Z

I have such angry feelings about the whole Neil Gaiman situation. Most of them are the same as what most folks, given how disgusting that behavior is. But I think I’m tripping over a dimension of them I haven’t seem much discussion of, and I want to grind over that a little.

As I said, I’m disgusted, but not really heartbroken. I like Gaiman’s work a fair bit, but never loved it, nor did it mean a huge amount to me. So it doesn’t feel like a betrayal in that dimension. But it does get at me on a personal level every time a man who has achieved something like I’d love to achieve uses that achievement to abuse people.

I confess to dreams of superstar creative status, though I’m not delusional enough to think they’re likely to ever come true. So if I’m very honest, I harbor a fair bit of jealousy for the few writers who ever get there, Neil Gaiman among them. So every time some superstar is revealed to be a monster— specifically, the kind of monster who leverages their status to take advantage of and hurt people —it just makes my blood boil with the injustice of it.

I know so many super talented, totally kind and decent people who labor in obscurity while assholes like him, like Joss Whedon, like others, find enormous creative success. I mean, God knows I’m not a perfect person. The toxic ambition and jealousy are the least of it— I basically just centered my own frustration in a discussion of people who were assaulted by a man with power. God forgive me. But a big part of why I want the status that comes along with attention and accolades is to use it to treat people BETTER, not hurt and take advantage of them.

That kind of success confers power. People want to collaborate with you, supply you with resources, facilitate you getting your work done. I want those things not just to make my own work better, but to give me the ability to thank and support those who have helped me in the way they deserve. To see that they get accolades, support, attention, adulation, compensation, equal to contributions. And to protect them from struggles and pains in the neck that could get in their work.

Like, take our most recent Hawking live show. We ran into all kind of problems with the technical setup at the event that was hosting us, and not a lot of investment in helping us solve those problems. It made it so much harder for the cast and crew to do their jobs. They’re amazing, so of course they knocked it out of the park anyway, but they shouldn’t have had to deal with that after all their hard work. And I felt frustrated and ashamed, because I had so little power to mitigate that for them. Because I’m not important enough to warrant anything better.

The whole time, I couldn’t shake the feeling. If I were somebody— if Breaking Light Productions was something— people would do better for us. They’d feel it more necessary to support us. And I’d have the resources to fix problems when they happened. But I’m not, so I can’t.

The folks who have been kind enough to collaborate with me deserve so much better that I can offer. Right now, I can’t pay anybody what they’re worth. I can’t even promise a smooth experience where they’re able to just show up and do what they agreed to do. I want to have that power so I can do better for them. So every time I hear about somebody using that power to hurt, it turns my stomach with the unfairness. Sure, maybe you’re talented— but there are so many talented people who aren’t assholes! Why should the assholes be the ones who get uplifted?

Just grinds my gears.

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Since I'm ranting about everything this week

2017-06-29T22:17:03Z

You know what weirds me out? When people date people who look too much like them.

It's WEIRD. If people could mistake you for blood relatives, you shouldn't date. It looks weird, it leads to uncomfortable assumptions by people who don't know you, and it has screwed up implications. Are you... attracted to yourself? Or your relatives? 'Cause those are the people who tend to look like you.

Like, it's lovely that Benedict Cumberbatch is married to a woman who is age- and socially-appropriate in pretty much every way, but is nobody else struck by the fact that she looks like she could be his sister? I'm sure they're very happy together and a very nice couple, but is their baby entirely made up of recessive genes? Is he going to grow up to play a banjo on a porch? That's a mean joke to make about a baby, but I'm sure his very privileged upbringing will insulate him from my insensitivity.

Of course, the Hapsburgs were very privileged too. And it didn't stop them from suffering for their ancestors being a little too into people who looked a little too much like them!

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UNPOPULAR OPINION WARNING -- pocketsarepointlessokay

2017-06-24T20:51:15Z

IT'S TIME FOR AN UNPOPULAR OPINION RANT, KIDDIES!

Pockets on dresses are pointless. Nothing that's important to carry can be carried comfortably or attractively in a pocket.

FIGHT ME.

Do I want my iPhone crammed in the pocket of my skirt, making a big old bulge and banging around my legs while I walk? NO. If it even fits in there, which it never freaking does. Will my wallet fit in a pocket in a dress? And even if it does, do I want it to look like I'm growing a hip tumor? If the pockets are big, and you can actually store important shit like that, it's so heavy it just drags on your clothes and looks stupid. If they're small, nothing fits! Oh, look, I can put my change in my dress pocket! I'VE SUCCESSFULLY KEPT THIRTY-EIGHT CENTS ON ME! SO USEFUL. I sure hope it doesn't like fall out if I shift myself the wrong way. I CAN WARM MY HANDS IN THERE. On the days where it's warm enough to wear a dress, anyway! MANY USEFULS. MUCH BIG DIFFERENCE.

I guess you could give everything one of those stupid kangaroo pockets like on sweatshirts! But that's EVEN MORE FLATTERING though, right!? I mean, every woman looks better when you strap a bulge on that padded part just underneath the bellybutton. THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD MAKE THAT BETTER IS TO SHOVE STUFF INTO THE BULGE TO MAKE IT EVEN BULGIER. Or just slap one on the front like an apron! Then you can look like you're a six-year-old in a pinafore! With your shit bouncing around on your crotch as you walk, with the attractive bump leading your way!

YAY POCKETS! YOU HAVE ACTIVELY MADE ME UGLIER WHILE HELPING ME IN NO MEANIGNFUL WAY.

So: pockets on dresses? POINTLESS. Bah.

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