Excuse me? Sir? Excuse me? Could you whine a bit louder, please?
I can't hear you over the sound of the world's tiniest violin, weeping for your lost manhood.
Every time I think we've gotten past the old prejudices, and can move on to new and more exciting prejudices, my own field has to spew up another dinosaur, his feelings (and it's always he these days. Why is that?) hurt by the nasty women or other minority of the week who dare to sully his pristine SF. Sometimes I just want to give up. Whether on SF or masculinity is left to the reader.
(Hat-tip to the Smart Bitches and John Scalzi.)
Every time I think we've gotten past the old prejudices, and can move on to new and more exciting prejudices, my own field has to spew up another dinosaur, his feelings (and it's always he these days. Why is that?) hurt by the nasty women or other minority of the week who dare to sully his pristine SF. Sometimes I just want to give up. Whether on SF or masculinity is left to the reader.
(Hat-tip to the Smart Bitches and John Scalzi.)