Sexism in comic book culture. Sadly I find this completely relevant and the same applies to most of geek/gamer culture. It’s either as a woman in a comic/game/card shop you are sexually harassed to an insane degree or people won’t even take your money- they will just completely ignore you if you are alone. Or if you are with a guy they will assume he’s dragging you there.
Dear comic book and game store folks:
*I* am most likely the one dragging a guy to your store.
*I AM* interested in comics, books and games.
*I AM NOT* happy about being ignored because I’ve got some hooters. Take my damn money, give me good advice, good service and your freakin products.
As one of my tumblr followers said:
“DC’s Reboot has “3” Female creators (it’s actually 2 women, but one is writing two books); how this environment is beneficial to ANYONE is beyond me.
And it’s the same white/straight/boy story in every comic book shop. Stop hindering your audience, when you have people that GENUINELY are interested in you medium!
”Dying Industry”… more like “Suicidal Industry”. (Emphasis mine)
I highly suggest you read the full text; but here in an excerpt:
“The first time I tried to go into a comic book store without my boyfriend, I discovered that I had a superpower in the comic book world.
I was invisible.
I could not get anyone to acknowledge that I existed. There were guys behind the counter, yes, but they kept up their argument about Green Lantern while I stood in front of them. I had to interrupt, finally, to ask my question, and then I discovered my second superpower: I had a wall of silence surrounding me. They exchanged glances, gestured vaguely to the back of the store, and went right back to their argument. I left without finding the book I’d come for, but that’s just as well; I don’t think, based on future experiences, I could have gotten them to take my money if I’d found it.
I thought it was just that comic book store. Then I thought it was just that one and the next one, the one where I discovered that I could not force my money into the hands of the guy behind the counter; he walked away from the register when I approached with books in hand, then disappeared into the back of the store for, apparently, eternity. It was crazy; it was like I’d gone back in time a hundred years, and they still had Wolverine everywhere.
In the third store where my new superpowers came into play, I had what was, at that time in my life, an unaccustomed thought. Why am I doing this? I should not have to beg people to take my money. ”