Every time I see someone make the argument that representation in fiction isn’t a big issue, and that advocating for diversity is just a waste of time because audiences can identify with anyone, and anyway, trying to include a wide range of backgrounds is just tokenism, I have…
This. This this this this.
I ACTUALLY DIDN’T I DIDN’T LIKE SADDLE CLUB AT ALL I FOUND IT REALLY ANNOYING
I READ ANOTHER SERIES THAT WAS LITERALLY THE SAME BUT IT HAD “PONY” IN THE TITLE AND IT WAS SOMETHING RIDICULOUS LIKE PONY TALES OR PONY TRAILS I DON’T CARE I DON’T KNOW I HAD A MILLION BOOKS AND THIS ONE HAD GHOST PONIES, SADDLE CLUB NEVER FUCKING HAD GHOST PONIES THEY JUST HAD THAT ANNOYING RICH GIRL OR SOME SHIT
We got The Letter Q in at work yesterday, and as I was processing it, I was of course trying to read bits of it, and I kept seeing authors’ names and being like, “I didn’t know s/he was queer!” and the like, and it was cool, because it made me want to read the book, but also I was like, “I am an ASSHOLE.”
Because really, I shouldn’t give a shit if my favorite authors, and I don’t, but to say “I didn’t know he was gay” and stuff is still a natural reaction because it’s WEIRD and DIFFERENT and ABERRANT and that’s AWFUL because it’s not, but it is, because society and because reasons, you know? Like, in the same way that no one has the right to demand of me my race or to say “Gee, I didn’t know you were Jewish; that’s neat,” I wonder what makes us react in that way, like knowing a writer’s sexuality changes our perception of them or means ANYTHING at all, but it does, because we made it so as a society, and it’s just weird and now I’m having a lot of brain things and it’s annoying and stupid and round and round in circles.
ANYWAY, it just occurred to me that it’s a weird phenomenon to say “I didn’t know [person] was [personal, technically irrelevant but super relevant detail about someone’s life]” as if it means something or changes anything, but such are the times we live in, until we get to the point where we live in a world like The Summer Prince or Huntress where people just like whomever they like and are however they are and stuff.
Also, legit there are a thousand authors in that book whom I really like, so I will need to read it.
Too little. Too late. Too reactive, not proactive. Too nonspecific. Too hypocritical given the total whiteness of his own work. Whatever don’t care lame why can’t we stop talking about this guy he’s just a person he doesn’t speak for everyone and this is not an issue he has ever been expert or interested in.
Some underused words in this conversation, especially by people picking up the cause secondhand and reporting on #WeNeedDiverseBooks at their Internet journalism places: