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Last February I was able to take advantage of a wonderful opportunity to not only go to ALA Midwinter in Chicago, but also to attend the ALSC’s Day of Diversity.

Diversity, in all it’s meanings, was very much on my mind that weekend as I went to meet and greets, attended panel discussions, joined in on a story time underground session, met people I had previously only known on twitter, listened to publishers sales pitches, got to hear teen’s opinions on the books marketed to them, and wandered around the exhibit hall picking up way too many free books.

One of the sessions I was unable to get to was the incredibly packed Diverse Debuts panel.  Instead, I listened outside the curtain and took notes and kept wishing I had faces to put the the smart words I kept hearing.  I made sure to grab the fiiers they were giving out though, and managed to pick up the ARCs of a number of the books listed.

One of those ARCs was None of the Above by I. W. Gregorio.

When I finally finished a few weeks ago I tweeted:

“FYI @IWGregorio’s None of the Above is fantastic. And if you are a librarian you should order it for your YA collection.”

I’m clearly not alone in this opinion, as it got a starred review from Publishers Weekly, a 5Q from VOYA, and Amanda McGregor of Teen Librarian Toolbox said in bold that “This is an essential purchase for all libraries.

This morning I handed in my rationale (defense, for those of you unfamiliar with library speak) for purchasing the book to my Library Director.  Not because a patron has challenged it, but because, upon hearing about the book, she became nervous that there might be one.

(For the record, I don’t fault her for this.  (So far) she’s simply being a good Library Director, which is one who is aware of potential controversies and is ready for them.  It still makes me nervous though. And I wouldn’t take bets on her keeping the book in the YA collection.  Also….I haven’t had to write a rationale for all of the other titles in the collection that don’t deal with gender identity.)

And then I come home to the news that white men are once again defending their lists of recommended reading that just happen to include only white men with the claim that they are being gender and color blind.

I suggest to anyone who has, or plans to, make any claim of that type that they all read None of the Above and then spend some time thinking about whether or not they “see” gender. Or race. Or any other identity.  Somehow I doubt that these white men who can only ever think of other white men to suggest to others to read would really react any differently than Krissy’s boyfriend does to a revelation like hers.

(“I don’t see gender” my ass.)

But mostly, I just want them to think about how their words are laying the foundation for censorship.

I realize that they think of themselves as intellectual freedom fighters, arguing that we judge the book by it’s literary value! Not the color of the author’s skin! Or the author’s gender.

But if they are really intending to make the argument that these are the best books – that the best books just happen to all be by white men – then they should do that.  They should make that argument. But they can’t.  Because it’s clearly a racist, sexist, and bullshit argument.  It’s a losing argument. So they don’t make that argument.

Instead they claim to not “see” gender or color. Arguing that the rest of us are being sexist and racist by doing so.  That the author’s gender or race should not matter.  Which, by the way, is news to me, as a librarian, because my inability to be an expert in everything means that I routinely judge the quality of books in part based on the author’s experience and expertise, which can and does at times include identity.

Furthermore, by using the idea of color and gender blindness with regards to lists and not simply individual books, they are arguing that such things should not matter even in the aggregate.  That patterns of power and influence are unimportant and unconnected to the capitalist enterprise of publishing and selling books.  That considering whose stories are allowed to be told, and by whom, is a distraction rather than a fundamental question of artistic and intellectual freedom.

By making this argument instead of the other, while they may be obfuscating the issue just enough to convince some people that they are in the right, what they are really arguing is that certain identities are unimportant.

Which means they are arguing that certain stories are unimportant, regardless of who writes them.

Which means that they are arguing that books like None of the Above are superfluous rather than necessary.  That they are only for some people, not for everyone.

Or, at least, that certain stories are not important enough to justify investing in them or fighting for them.  That they are not worth the job risk involved in keeping them on library shelves. On the correct library shelves.

Which means that they are providing ammunition for the people who would rather remove books like None of the Above from library shelves, particularly in youth collections.

“Yes, all the best books I’ve read are by white men,” would be a clueless and infuriating statement, but at least it potentially invites argument and discussion.

“I don’t see color/gender, and you shouldn’t either,” is an attempt to end any discussion or analysis.  It’s a smoke and mirrors justification for the status quo.  It’s an argument against the existence of books like None of the Above – or Ancillary Justice or Kindred or The Handmaid’s Tale or Love is the Drug or Zeroboxer (another excellent Diverse Debut ARC) – all of which revolve around an exploration of ideas like gender and race and identity and privilege.

“I don’t see gender or color!” is not a cry for intellectual freedom, it’s a foundational argument for censorship.

The first time a man creeped on me I was only five.

And yes, I was at a pool. I don’t know if he was someone’s dad, but chances are he was.

I was there for one of my older sister’s swim meets, no doubt, and a grown man said “Hello, Jenny!” as he walked by me.

I said hello back.  And then I asked my mom who he was.  And she said that he was no one.  And she reminded me that my shirt had my name on the back of it.

I don’t ever remember wearing that shirt again.  I’m fairly certain that it disappeared from my closet after that.

(I loved that shirt. Until then.)

The first time that I was ever really truly scared that a man might hurt me I was fourteen.

It wasn’t at a pool, but this time I knew for certain that he was someone’s dad.

I was alone in a car with the husband of one of my mother’s friends.  He was driving me home from babysitting his toddler daughter.  Something that I had done often, with other fathers.  But this one said something about how some people might wonder about him, being alone in a car with me. And so I began to wonder about him, for what kind of person says that to a fourteen year old?

The whole rest of the ride all I could think about was how easily he could reach out and touch me.  How much bigger than me he was.

I never babysat for that family again.

(I also never told my mother why.)

When I read THAT tumblr post, – the one comparing John Green to the dad who scoots his lawn chair closer to the girls in the pool – I didn’t think of the boy who violated my privacy, repeatedly, in order to see me naked when I was only 11.  I didn’t think of the science teacher at my junior high who everyone gossiped about but who wasn’t fired until decades later when he was arrested for raping his nieces.  I didn’t think of the time I was groped on a crowded subway in Paris by a man twice my age and how everyone glared at me when I pushed the groper away.

I didn’t think about the boys and men that I knew abused and harassed.

I thought of the man who called me by my name even though I didn’t know him, even though I was only five.  The man who may have only been friendly or clueless or both, but who scared the shit out of five year old me regardless.

I thought of the dad who chances are was simply one of the most awkward people in the world to ever exist. But who made me feel gross and vulnerable and got me wondering all over again just what was wrong with me that made “good” people think about me in this way.

That’s the dad who scoots the lawn chair closer.  He may be a serial predator, but he probably isn’t because if he was really going to be that obvious about it he would have been caught already.  Or maybe he is and the reason he hasn’t been caught is because there’s just nothing that you, as one of the teen girls, can do about it because all the grown-ups like him and trust him and think he’s swell and know that he would totally never do that.

But really you probably have no idea which he is, you just don’t like it when he does that and you don’t have a way of making him stop and who are you going to tell to ask him to stop anyway?  What will you say to them?  You know that any adult you tell is going to ask if he’s watching you or being inappropriate and the truth is you don’t know, do you?

And god forbid you tell them that he’s creepy or a perv – even though what other language do you have to describe it? – because that’s a serious accusation, missy. Serious business, unlike girls having the right to feel comfortable in the spaces they occupy.  Never mind that if adults believed that your comfort and autonomy was serious business you wouldn’t feel the need to imply actual abuse in order to be listened to, you’d’ get to just say you don’t like it and leave it at that.

But it’s creepy regardless and you’re just a kid and you don’t get to tell the grown-ups to leave so your choices are to ditch your friends or suck it up so of course you suck it up.

You suck it up and you watch him maybe possibly probably watching you.  And watch all the grown-ups being oblivious about it all.  Watch all the grown-ups pretending to be oblivious.

Which brings us back to John Green. Or, more specifically, the media narrative about John Green and his (assumed female) fans, and to some extent the way he reacts to it – or rather doesn’t, and definitely the way a bunch of bestselling authors decided to recently remind a teen girl* online that that’s a serious accusation, missy.

It’s important to point out that the person who posted that analogy to tumblr didn’t tag Green, someone else did.  This matters not because she would deserve the pile on she got if she had done so, but because it’s such a perfect example of adults not moderating their interactions with teens online.  Including but not limited to: not giving teens space (to make mistakes and just in general), assuming a shared language and point of view, and expecting teens to justify their feelings in order for adults to treat them as valid.  Which is precisely the kind of “it gives me a bad vibe” behavior the tumblr user was talking about.

There are sometimes grumbles in the YA Lit community about John Green’s celebrity status, and the way in which the media’s framing of him as the most important thing since sliced bread creates a warped dialogue about YA lit – and of us.   We talk about – although not often enough – how this is related to his identity as a cis, straight, white, middle class man, and the fact that his stories are the YA equivalent of litfic, and are more often than not about white, middle class, cis, straight, teen boys.

Yet Green’s celebrity status is also due in large part to his relationships with his fans.  Green, and his brother Hank, have spent a decade interacting with teens online in an incredibly intimate way.  Not necessarily an inappropriate way, but certainly with a level of engagement and discussion between teens and adults that is usually seen only within classrooms and libraries, not between celebrities and fans.

When this was being done on a much smaller scale, it was easier for both Green brothers to employ the kinds of decisions and choices that teachers and librarians and coaches and other adult mentors use in order to signal to teens that they are capable of giving them space, of backing off, of letting them be when appropriate.  But the more important John Green has become in the eyes of the press, and the larger his fanbase has become, the less effective those tactics become, and the less likely they are to be seen by the teens that need to see them.  The kind of obsession that the media has with John Green creates a forced sense of intimacy between him and his fans, and this has been gradually superseding the real and more responsive intimacy that Green has spent years building.  It no longer works for Green to merely step back from teens when they need him to, because the rest of us no longer let him step back from the public in general.  (Which means teens have a harder time stepping back when they feel uncomfortable as well.)

On top of all that you have the media depicting his teen fans as not only being almost exclusively female, but usually as a horde of hormonal teen girls with crushes on both John Green and the actors who play the characters he writes.  As opposed to, say, being fans of award winning books and active readers who engage with the texts on an intellectual level.  The media never sees or treats Green as a mentor to these young women, nor does the media acknowledge any of these girls’ artistic aspirations and how that might factor into their admiration for Green.

John Green doesn’t think of his fans the way the media does, of course, he knows that his fans are more mature than the media frames them to be, and that they are worthy of adult respect.

This dynamic is a recipe for abuse.

It doesn’t matter if Green himself would never take advantage of it, the fact is that the media narrative has helped build him up as that one adult who treats teens as equals, while also creating an expectation that the relationship between Green and his young female fans is founded upon heterosexual lust, at least on the part of the fans.

This is an incredibly dangerous narrative.

This is the kind of dynamic that Gaby Dunn recently warned teen girls and young women about on twitter.

John Green may never scoot or his lawn chair closer, or anything similar.  But the media has been more than happy to do it for him.  And we, the adults, just keep standing around acting oblivious to it all.

Worse than that.  When a teen girl recently tried to point all this it out – not to us, but to her friends – one of us overheard and made sure John Green also heard what she said.  We didn’t stop to consider that, to a teen who lacks the power that adults do, the media’s framing of who that adult is and the adult’s actual opinions and choices may diverge more than they realize.  We didn’t think about the fact that this dynamic does exist, both in the Nerdfighter and YouTube communities and out of them, and the lack of language that teens may have to describe it.

And then a large number of bestselling YA authors joined in to make sure that teens everywhere understood that these are serious accusations, missy.

At no point did any** of us bother to listen to her, ask questions, consider her point of view, or argue that she deserves space and that the adults need to leave her the fuck alone.

I’ve been disappointed with YA authors and the YA community in the past – we are human after all, we are bound to mess up – but I’ve honestly never been quite this disappointed.

This is the quote, by the way, for those of you who haven’t read it:

“i bet john green thinks people don’t like him because he’s a “dork” or a nerd or whatever, when in reality it’s because he’s a creep who panders to teenage girls so that he can amass some weird cult-like following. and it’s always girls who feel misunderstood, you know, and he goes out of his way to make them feel important and desirable. which is f–king? weird?…also he has a social media presence that is equivalent to that dad of a kid in your friend group who always volunteers to “supervise” the pool parties and scoots his lawn chair close to all the girls.””

Someone explain to me how that’s substantially different from anything I’ve said in this post.  And is anyone really interpreting my post as accusing Green of being a sexual predator?

I do not understand what the point was, in responding to this tumblr post – directly or otherwise.  I don’t understand what anyone involved hoped to accomplish.  I don’t understand how anyone thought that this reaction would make it easier for teens to get help when someone is hurting them, or make teens more confident in setting boundaries, regardless of the reason.  I don’t understand what kind of self-absorbed reaction caused so many people whose work relies on understanding language to decide that this person simply disliked Green or his books and was merely tossing random accusations at him for that reason.

That’s not at all what the poster said, and that’s not treating teens as people with opinions worthy of being listened to.

I don’t understand how so many people that claim to love and understand teens could so easily and quickly forget the differences in power between us and them, and how that not only colors how teens interpret what we say and do, but also the kind of language teens use when describing adults’ actions.  Particularly actions they rightly deem unsafe, uncomfortable, unfair, unhealthy, or dangerous.

I don’t understand how, a mere week after a black teen girl in a bikini was assaulted on camera by a white, adult, male police officer***, we could so quickly forget how dangerous it is for teens to speak up, particularly against white, adult men with authority and status.  That so often they need to be at the breaking point before they deem it worth the risk, and how that affects their framing of their situations.

Perhaps I’m in the minority here, but I don’t want teens to tell me they feel uncomfortable only when they are sure they can do so in words that won’t upset me.

In any case, I think it’s clear that some of us are forgetting to be awesome.

Which brings me to another point that I want to make (despite how long this is already).

While the original poster has every right to express her discomfort on her own blog regardless of how much “evidence” there is for her discomfort, or how many people may or may not feel the same discomfort, it would be remiss of me to not point out that there is a lot more to worry about here than simply how the media is framing Green as a Personality and his Fans as Hormonal Teenagers.

There have been not one but several instances of adult men in the VidCon/YouTube and Nerdfighter/DFTBA communities that have been found to be abusing teenage girls.  Sometimes those being abused were girls in those communities and, in at least one instance, the teenager in question first came into contact with her abuser at VidCon itself.

The Green brothers’ response to these incidents, and the organizational responses form VidCon and the Nerdfighter forums, has not been what it could be, to say the least.  (VidCon in particular dragged their heels when it came to creating a harassment policy, failed to respond to questions about having one right up until one was finally posted, and now have the audacity to put it on their website with a link that states “Of course!” they have one.)

One of the patterns that emerges when reading their posted responses back to back is that the Green brothers don’t seem to be able to discuss sexual abuse without mentioning how harmful false accusations are.  (And do I really need to explain why this is incredibly counterproductive?)

When the Mike Lombardo’s actions became known, in 2012, John and Hank wrote:  “In thinking about this terrible situation, it’s important to remember that no one has been charged with a crime, and that we don’t (and can’t and shouldn’t) know the full story.”  While strictly true, I’m not entirely certain what purpose this disclaimer serves.  If it was merely a legal one, this should have been mentioned – without it, the sentence comes across as typical “both sides” language that discredits victims.

Yet apparently Hank, at least, seems to feel that, when the topic is false accusations rather than sexual abuse, he’s able to know the full story without criminal investigations because in 2014 he wrote “I want to reiterate that posting false accounts of abuse undermines the legitimate problems we’re facing and mocks the difficulty that victims face in coming forward and it is a terrible thing to do.” He posted this in response to a series of reports of abuse made about a number of YouTube celebrities, some of which were never substantiated.  Hank may indeed have knowledge that gives him reason to be certain these particular accusations were false, but his readers do not.  Readers who are still being abused, particularly children and teens, are unlikely to trust that they will be believed when we employ this kind of language and emphasis.

And, of course, a large number of people responded to the tumblr post I quoted above by emphasizing how harmful false accusations are.  One of which was John Green himself, who doubtless set the tone for those defending him when he said: “Throwing that kind of accusation around is sick and libelous and most importantly damages the discourse around the actual sexual abuse of children. When you use accusations of pedophilia as a way of insulting people whose work you don’t like, you trivialize abuse.”

I’d just like to make it clear that the only people I see trivializing abuse are those rushing to misinterpret the tumblr post in question, especially those that jump all the way to warning people that these are serious accusations, missy.

Another harmful pattern that I see is the way that, in the wake of allegations and instances of sexual abuse, the Green brothers keep emphasizing the special-ness of the Nerdfighter community.  Their post on the topic in 2012 was at least limited to talking about how the community came together in the wake of the news of abuse.  Still, I question how useful that kind of language is when there are no doubt other victims within the community who are still afraid to speak.  Statements like that can be incredibly isolating for those still being abused.  And it turns out that there were teens in the community who were being abused at the time by other members of the community.

Those teens didn’t tell for several more years and I can’t help but wonder if a different approach, and a more thorough review of VidCon or Nerdfighter policies, might have resulted in these girls getting help that much sooner.

Worse though is the fact that last year Hank wrote: “thank you to this entire community for upholding these values in a way that I don’t think any other community in the world would be able to.”  This kind of language frames the community in question as unique and special.  Which feeds into the way in which minor victims are groomed.  It also blinds you, yourself, to the reality of abuse and always makes it harder for victims to come forward because it turns any accusation against a community member into an accusation against the community itself.

There are appropriate times to talk about your community being special, to build communities up and give people  confidence that their community is still a worthy one. In the wake of a series of reports of sexual abuse by community members is not one of those times.

No doubt many people who read this will think that I’m parsing and judging John and Hank Green’s words unfairly.  And also reading stuff into what they are saying that isn’t there.  To which I say, they both write words for a living, they are adults, and I’m giving them a hell of a lot more leeway than John Green gave to the person he claimed was accusing him of sexual abuse.

These are, of course, just a handful of quotes from a handful of posts about this topic.  But how we as adults respond to allegations of abuse and statements of discomfort is one of the most important ways that we signal to teens and children that we take their safety seriously – or don’t.

Would you like to know why I never told my mother about her friend’s husband?  It was in no small part because of how hard it had been to tell her about the boy that I mentioned earlier – how hard it had been to tell her about what he had been doing to me.  Part of what made it hard was the way in which she reacted when I did tell, which was not with outright disbelief, but in a way that mirrors the responses I’ve seen from the Green brothers.  A way that made it seem to me that it wouldn’t be worth going through that for such a small thing.

(Edited to add: Oh I also didn’t tell because of people saying stupid ignorant harmful bullshit like “Think before you accuse, so that the accusations that are true, and founded, and real make the impact they should.” Because I guess teens and children are supposed to be sure that the people hurting them are doing wrong things before they speak up. WTF?!?!?! ****)

But if we want to help children and teens be safe from the “big’ things, we need to make it worth it for them to share the small things as well.

And it doesn’t work to merely say “We do not want anyone to take our response as a sign that any person should not voice their experiences.”  You have to demonstrate that it’s safe for them to do so.

While Hank and John’s words from 2012 have me wondering what might have been, Hank’s words from 2014 and John’s words from this year have me wondering what is happening now that we aren’t hearing about.

ONE LAST THING thank you to Sarah Hamburg for helping me with links and to lots of friends for helping me clarify my thoughts, particularly Camryn, Jeanne, the other Sarah H, and both Liz B’s.

*The user in question has deleted her tumblr post. Which means that I have no idea of her age or gender, but let’s be honest neither do the adults who were chastising her for her comments on her own tumblr.  Neither do the ACTUAL NEWS OUTLETS who quoted her tumblr post.  Personally, I think we all should have erred on the side of caution, and her language and perspective suggests that she’s both female and young, so I’m writing this post under that assumption because I believe it’s a possibility that my fellow adults should have considered when responding to the post.

**ok obviously some of us did, but clearly not enough to keep this mess from happening

***If I had the relevant background knowledge, I would be adding several paragraphs up above about the fact that the police were called to that pool party in Texas by racist white women who were upset when insults and other violence were not enough to make the black teenagers leave, and so they called the police to do it for them, and the police were more than happy to oblige.  And how there’s a definite parallel happening here with the YA authors defending Green being largely white and middle class themselves, also women, and how it tends to be young women of color that are most targeted for abuse and least likely to be believed. And how maybe we should also be talking about and considering that.  Instead I’m just going to leave this here because I think it deserves some kind of mention, but I don’t really know enough to do anything more than point at it.

**** So apparently Uplift, a Nerdfighter/DFTBA related blog/org created in the wake of last years sexual abuse revelations, and the authors of that quote, has “decided to work on a set of resources to help work through this complex issue.” PLEASE DON’T. PLEASE STOP POSTING BULLSHIT THAT IS CLEARLY IGNORANT OF HOW MINORS EXPERIENCE SEXUAL ASSAULT, ESPECIALLY AT THE HANDS OF ADULTS.

cover image for The Fly on the WallFly on the Wall by E. Lockhart

Gretchen Yee knows that the way to fit in at her alternative arts focused high school is to stand out, but she can’t quite manage to stop getting noticed for the wrong things.  In fact, her problems just keep piling up: Boys baffle her.  All of them, really – but especially Titus.  Her drawing teacher is less than appreciative of the comic book style art she favors.  Then there’s the news that her parents are getting a divorce, and her dad is moving out.

In a moment of frustration, Gretchen wishes that she could be a fly on the wall in the boys locker room, to see what they are like when they aren’t around girls. Maybe then she could at least figure boys out.  Then she gets her wish. Literally.

I can’t overemphasis how weird this book is.  Because yes, it’s a remake of metamorphosis, set in an alternative high school in New York City.  It’s also fun and quite brilliant, tackles bullying, friendship, and of course dealing with crushes, lust, and hormones.

Needless to say, Gretchen spying on the boys is hardly an appropriate thing to do, but she’s a fly o the wall and therefore has remarkable peripheral vision and she’s trapped in the room – not peeking through holes in the wall.  Most importantly, Lockhart handles the situation really well, both in terms of Gretchen’s decisions and how the boys are treated by the narrative.

cover image for Our Only May AmeiliaOur Only May Amelia by Jennifer L. Holm

May Amelia is the only girl in her family, and she just so happens to also be the only girl among the pioneers who have settled along the Nasel River in the new state of Washington.  Being the only girl isn’t always easy, especially when her mother keeps trying to turn her into a Proper Young Lady, and her grandmother finds fault in everything she does.  But no matter how many scrapes she gets into, she’s still the only May Ameilia they’ve got.

May Ameilia’s voice is really what makes this book work as well as it does. Her syntax, phrasing, and perspective transports readers to a different time and place.  Inspired by a journal Holm found that was kept by one of her own ancestors, the novel is told in first person and covers a year or so in May Amelia’s life.  Solid and entertaining, Our Only May Amelia isn’t exactly groundbreaking, but it manages to be unique and memorable.

I also want to note that there’s not any significant discussion of the impact that pioneer settlement had on the people who were already living in the area when the settlers came, as it’s told from May Amelia’s point of view.  The narrative is respectful of the rare Native American characters in the book, but of course not everyone in the story is.  I didn’t see anything that makes the book inappropriate for youngsters (although I’m also hardly the best judge) but a follow-up discussion with readers would be appropriate if possible, especially considering how rare Native American voices are in most library collections.

cover image for Where Things Come BackWhere Things Come Back by John Corey Whaley

Nothing newsworthy happens in Lily, Arkansas. Families scrape by – or don’t, and leave their loved ones to grieve.  But reporters begin to descend upon the small town when someone claims to have spotted the Lazarus Woodpecker, previously thought extinct.  For seventeen year old Cullen the return of the Lazarus Woodecker is merely a source of irritation and occasional amusement.  Until his younger brother, Gabriel, disappears and Cullen is left wondering if Gabriel will ever manage to find his way back home as well.

Like a lot of coming of age stories of this type, Where Things Come Back felt like it was trying too hard to be clever and introspective.  Also, the split in narrators was confusing (I suspect it was partly meant to be) and the missionary’s point of view felt forced rather than authentic. I know a lot of people loved it (it did win the Printz award after all) but I was more than happy to send my copy back to the library.

My senior year of high school, I spent a good chunk of my spring semester doing what many middle class high school seniors with good grades do: I visited the colleges I’d been accepted into.

There were overnights in dorms and sitting in on classes and campus tours and social events.  The usual.

One such social event involved heading over to a dorm other than the one we were staying in and standing at an upper window while some of the boys at the school serenaded us from the ground below.  This was an annual event of some sort, the point of which I never quite figured out.  It sounded like not my kind of thing, but hardly an awful experience.

Until our host (it was was prospectives week, there were three of us staying with the same hostess that night) warned us that the year before it had turned into the boys shouting obnoxious, insulting, graphic, and profane things at the women they were supposedly meant to be complimenting.  Our hostess seemed cool about this possibility, she just wanted to let us know because it had upset some prospectives last year, so if we’d rather stay behind she’d understand.

I knew that if this happened just like she described, I would be pissed and miserable and either be seething silently the whole time, start crying, or start yelling back.  Or, more likely, start throwing shit down at the obnoxious assholes.  So I claimed I had homework to do and said I would stay behind.

Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with people that night, so when the rest of the women came back into the room, I feigned being asleep so that I wouldn’t have to answer any annoying questions about my decision.

Instead, it turns out, I got to listen to the other girls gossiping about me.* Not our hostess, I would like to point out. I don’t remember where she was, but she wasn’t part of this conversation, just the other two prospectives.  But it was clear from the conversation that one of the other applicants did not think much of my decision.  A topic that she went on about at length.  And while she has the right to her own decisions and opinions, just like I do, there is a difference between disagreeing and having a hard time accepting that other people make choices different from yours.  Especially when those choices involve them wanting to avoid having insults hurled at them.

Until this point, this school was my top choice.  They had also offered me a scholarship – it didn’t pay for everything, but it was a decent chunk of money.  The problem was that the woman who kept rudely talking about my choices was also talking about how much she really wanted to go there.  And then there was the fact that the incident that our hostess had warned us about had not only happened in the first place, but also hadn’t resulted in any effective discipline or changed peers expectations of each other’s behavior.

So, I suppose you could say that I disagreed with the school’s and student’s decisions, and made my own choices accordingly.

For me, in the end, it worked out all right. Because I fell in love with the school that became my alma mater, and they offered me even more money than the first school did.

But not every situation like this has a happy ending.  So I think it’s important to think about what it means for people “to make [their] own choices accordingly.”  Because I could have easily had to choose between a better school, complete with scholarship, and a school that was more expensive (for me) and not as good, but at least felt safer.

For Elise Mattheson,this kind of decision has meant an almost certain loss to her yearly income.** This is not a unique situation that she finds herself in, either, it just happens to be more well known than most.  (And I appreciate her willingness to talk about it, and Natalie Luhrs for linking to her post and keeping the topic on my radar.)***

For a great many readers and viewers and creators and fans of sff, it means not going to (certain) conventions, losing out on opportunities to grow friendships, network, make sales.

Making my “own choices accordingly” is not a decision without cost.  We need to ask ourselves: “who are we asking to make these kinds of decisions, and what are we really asking them to give up?”

* Yes, I realize that this is what one gets for eavesdropping.  But still, there is a difference between trying to eavesdrop, and these other women not considering that I may not be sleeping all that soundly and TALKING ABOUT ME IN THE SAME ROOM I WAS IN.

**If you would like to help offset this loss, she currently has items up for sale, and they are gorgeous, as always.

***And to Rosefox, for bringing my attention to this latest incident via twitter.

Here is the breakdown of the massive list I posted on Monday:

I read a total of 207 books last year.

bar graph of types of books read in 2013

Nearly a third (68) were young adult books, and another third were board books and picture books (25 and 45, respectively).  Middle grade novels (28) and adult novels and stories (35) each made up another sixth of what I read last year.  I also read a handful of easy readers and non-fiction books (4 each).

80%  (169) of the books I read last year were written by women, but only 14% (29) were written by writers of color.


I’m not terribly concerned that only 20% of the books I read were written by men; there are plenty of people with much more influence than I do that seem to read and talk about only male writers, so it can’t possibly hurt for me to read and talk up female writers.  In fact, it’s clearly still needed. Also, I’m probably still balancing out what I read when I was younger.

That 14% does concern me though, especially considering what I do.  My reading and talking about that low a percentage of authors of color doesn’t just impact my circle of friends and what they read, it means that when I do reader’s advisory, when I create book lists and displays, and when I order books for the library, the vast majority of the books that come to mind will be by white writers.  Even if I try to do searches and peruse recommended lists in order to make these all more balanced, the titles I find that way are not going to take emotional priority or stay in my head the way that the books I’ve actually read will. Which means that I’m not doing my job and that I’m failing the children I’m supposed to serve.

So my goal for this year is to double that percentage, for at least one third of the books I read this year to be by a writer of color.

I hope to eventually increase that number to an even larger percentage, to better match the demographics among children in the US.  But I also know that only 10% of the children’s books published in the United States are written by an author of color, and I don’t know at what point (if ever) that reality will begin to make such goals difficult.  And for this year (because of my time and budget) I wanted to start with a goal that I know is easily doable.

I have a confession to make: I’m quite sexist at times.

I blame myself when random men on the street harass me. I think I’m an awful person for being as fat and out of shape as I am. I wonder if I’m really any good at science and math. I worry that I’m wasting my talents working with children.

I think that what I have to say isn’t important or useful.

This is why I call out sexist assholes. Why I let my anger color my voice when I do.

I do it so that I don’t explode. So that the doubts in my head don’t take over. Because it’s a better choice than razor blades.

I don’t do it for them or for you, I do it for me. Because sometimes I need to hear the truth spoken out loud, even if it’s just me saying it.

I don’t use my anger to purge myself, I use it as an affirmation.

I don’t need to justify my anger to you. It doesn’t exist for your benefit.
It most especially doesn’t need to pressed, folded, and packed into a form that pleases you. It doesn’t need to be locked away so that you aren’t disturbed or frightened or “saddened.”

It’s not a weakness or a poison. It’s the stubbornness that keeps me going when people treat me like shit. It’s the sense of righteousness that placed twelve year old me between the bully and his target before I’d even realized what I’d done.

Most of all though, it just is. It’s there the same way that happiness is. The same way that I like pickles and geometry. Or the way my brain never seems to shut off.

I’ve had this temper of mine all my life and I don’t need you to teach me how and when to reign it in, I learned that from my parents. I don’t need you to show me how to make it work with me and not against me, I figured that out on my own while standing on the field in my cleats and giving death glares to the ref who missed my teammate being fouled. I’ve known how to use it to make myself faster, sharper, stronger for almost as long as I’ve known how to read.

I don’t need you to tell me what my anger is good for.

I don’t need you to tell me that I’m not being polite. That I’m not convincing you. That I’m only making myself look bad.

I’m not angry for your benefit. I do not exist for your benefit. When I speak, I do not do so for your benefit.

Except for the times that I do.

Not because I’m trying to convince you that I’m right dammit!, but because I’m trying to convince you that you are. That you are awesome and wonderful and please never stop being that way. When I’m letting you know that, as far as I’m concerned, all those sexist, racist, homophobic, ableist, classist, and transphobic assholes who even dare to imply otherwise can go take a long walk off a short pier.

The privileged may think that they’re always the center of every conversation that women have about sexism. They may be incapable of comprehending that they are not the focus of every discussion that people of color have about racism. But you and I both know that not every “you” is about them. That not every conversation has to include them, sway them, or plead with them in order to be productive.

That’s the fucking point.

Communities and conversations do not belong to them and them alone. They are not theirs to hold hostage when we misbehave.

They may think that we are the ones that turn everything into a battle. That we invade their world and divide it into groups to which they don’t belong. But we know that all we are doing is taking the war that has been waged on our bodies, our hearts, and our minds and forcing it back into the space we all share, where it belongs. Where it can be dealt with without tearing us apart from the inside. We know that we have always been here, just like them, and that it’s their choice to refuse to meet us as equals.
I don’t expect everyone to be perfect. I don’t expect people to never make mistakes. Goodness knows I make plenty of them myself.

What I ask is that you remember that there are all kinds of “yous” in this world and in our organizations. That you contemplate that just maybe you aren’t who I’m taking to every time I open my mouth. That you aren’t the person I’m primarily addressing when I point out hate and bias and stereotypes.

But most of all, that you not let the Bryan Thomas Schmidts of the world tell you that you aren’t. Don’t let them trick you into thinking that they are the only ones that need to be persuaded, as if we were merely humble petitioners. Don’t let them confuse you into thinking that I wrote this post for anyone but you.

Apologies for the radio silence, I’ve been a bit busy lately.

Class finished up last weekend.  The weekend before that I flew out to New York (state) for Pippi to Ripley, an academic conference on “the female figure in fantasy and science fiction.”

I presented on how the media talks about science fiction “for girls” and got to meet Tamora Pierce, who gave the keynote speech. Ms. Pierce was so very nice and spent a good deal of time with everyone who wanted her autograph, talking to them about her books and answering questions.

As you can guess, it was a great weekend.  It was also a friendly but low key conference; I strongly recommend it for fans in the area and/or other first time presenters looking for a place to get their feet wet.

However, I’m completely crap at taking notes at these things, so if you want more detailed information, I suggest heading on over to Kate Nepvue’s livejournal.  Be sure to check out her post about her own presentation as well, it was quite interesting and well done.