Girly or Geeky, Not Both

After watching the unexpected (and unwanted) explosion of Cthulhu Barbie I was steeling myself for much of the same "I can do better but I don't wanna" with Shep.

But instead something far more curious happened.

People were honestly pissed that Commander Shepard was in some tiny way associated with that staple of little girl's play time. How dare I turn a doll of glitter and hair and fashion into a woman that shoots anything that moves to save the galaxy.

Of course there were the mouth breathers who have to make damn sure you're aware at all times that they have a penis and it's oh so amazing.

Those I have gotten so used to in my 30 or so years in the nerd culture I almost don't see anymore. Only in nerd land do guys say horrible things about women and then turn around with "Nu-uh I totally love women, cause I'd do Buffy."

What surprised me more were the ones who were oh so concerned of little girls.

You want to introduce little girls, to an M game, where you shoot people in the head?

I'd bet my dog that this poster was male because come on? What girl wouldn't love a Barbie that came in actual useful non plastic armor with a gun? 

"Tell me what I want to know Ken or I'll cut off your balls and sell them to the Krogan!"

There were also a lot of "Ews" with no explanation just a vitriolic reaction.

It was a nice reminder that if you dare to have two X chromosomes and try to fit into nerd land you basically have two options.

Either you can become sexless, one of the boys, never ever mention anything about how the world operates for the other half. Don't dare bring up that makeup stuff, or hair, or periods, or anything that dares to counter their worldview that women might actually have thoughts outside of the best knife for sandwich spread.

Or, you can be the sexpot. The hot woman who is only there for them to whack off too and impress with their mighty knowledge of Star Wars quotes (yeah, we've seen the movies too. Nothing less than an obscure Princess Bride reference is getting a panty drop).

And seeing Commander Shepard, a (begrudgingly) acknowledged nerd icon as that pink frilly doll everyone without two brain cells to rub together automatically cries out as evil broke every servo in that women either service me or don't exist brain.

Fuck that shit!

I've been watching Star Trek since I was 4, and played more with my multitude of "action figures" over Barbie. (There was also a lot of cars, some dinosaurs and a shingle and some insulation foam once. I was a strange child)

I'd say a look around my blog is all the proof one needs of just how much nerd crap I get into.

But I also love to paint my nails, lots of shiny sparkly colors. My poor PS3 controlled is dotted with green because I love to do them while playing (forces me to not smudge them up).

I even occasionally wear makeup (that isn't just to make me look like an undead zombie mummy lawyer). And if I actually like pink I could even wear it if I wanted.

I'm tired of having to pretend for the sake of humoring the mens. Neither my geekiness nor my girliness has a god damn thing to do with you. It's all for me. 

Contrary to what you may think the world does not, and will not, revolve around your penis. 

Pink isn't less than Blue.

Sparkle isn't less than Matte. 

Girly isn't less than Manly.

So shut the hell up before Shep shoots you in the leg.