wow i am so pissed right now it’s not even funny.
be forewarned, this is something i feel super fucking strongly about, and if you don’t already, by the time i’m done here, you should. at least, that’s my goal.
so here we go. (also, if you want to get super pissed with me while reading this, listen to the skate park punks playlist on spotify)
if you know me at all, you know that i am a full-blown fangirl. like superwholock obsessed, harry potter loving, fanfic and headcanon writing fangirl. if you just sit and have a simple conversation with me, you will walk away with absolutely no doubt that i am a fangirl. it’s simple as that.
i love letting people know what i love and trying to find a common ground with them so that we can have cool and interesting conversations about the things we love that we have in common. if i find out you’re in my hogwarts house, (represent, ravenclaw!) or we have the same favorite doctor (nine appreciation, anyone? nope? okay then), or we both obsessively love categorizing tv characters into mbti types, i will want to talk to you because that’s just what i love! i am a very passionate person, and when i love something, believe me, you will know it.
that having been said, i also feel very strongly about respecting other people’s ships and opinions on their fandoms or, in general, just what they love and are interested in. i do try really hard to respect what people enjoy and their opinions on it because being told that what you love sucks is rough. trust me. on a side note, if you insult my la dodgers, be prepared to fight me. the only time i will hate you for what you love is during baseball season and/or spring training.
this leads into my number one pet peeve: “fan cred”
if you tell me to prove my fucking fan cred or nerd cred to you, i will walk away and never speak to you again you disgusting human being.
“oh you’re a whovian? name all thirteen doctors in order, including the war doctor.”
“oh, i really only watch the new series, sorry, i don’t know the newer doctors. i was about to start the classic series when netflix removed it, so i don’t really have the opportunity to watch the older ones and i also don’t really know the older doctors either. i can name the war doctor-12, though! john hurt, christopher eccleston, david tennant, matt smith, peter capaldi. i know troughton and hartnell and pertwee were the first three but i don’t know what order… i really need to watch those!”
“oh, you don’t watch the classics and you can’t name all thirteen? i guess you’re not a real whovian then, sorry. you should really stop calling yourself one.”
so you’re telling me that i spent two years of my life watching a few episodes a day and occasionally marathoning to finish a season and be able to call myself a whovian because i’ve seen every episode of the new series for nothing? that because i haven’t spent the time and money to watch the classic series i am not a real whovian? um, no. that shit took time, that shit took grades, that shit took emotions that i am still not prepared to deal with. that shit left me emotionally crippled and unprepared to deal with life and i am not a real whovian because i can’t name all thirteen doctors? get the fuck out.
wait so i can’t call myself a real heroes of olympus fangirl because i can’t name all the cabins and their patron gods and occasionally forget the names of some minor characters? but i’ve read all ten books and hate the movies… why can’t i call myself a cabin 10er? (10 is aphrodite, btw. yes i know, i’m a daughter of aphrodite and a ravenclaw. chill out it’s not that big a deal. i ship literally everything, what else would i be?)
wait so i’m not allowed to be a true sherlockian because i don’t know all the trivia? but i’ve seen every episode and know all the fan theories about moriarty and have my own!
wait so i can’t be in the marvel fandom because i don’t read the comics? i wasn’t raised on comics, i don’t have a comic book store anywhere near me, and i’m not really very good keeping up with that sort of thing… i’ve seen every single one of the movies, though, and i can tell you the names of all the actors and their characters’ real names. like hawkeye is actually clint barton, played by jeremy renner. i still can’t? okay then.
i’ve noticed this happens mostly to us girls, as if our gender has anything to do with our interests and how we spend our time. i am just as much of a fan as you are, pretentious-ass fanboy insulting my fan status. get the fuck out and go die in a hole, you creep. i don’t have to justify myself to anyone, no matter whether i’ve seen every episode or a single season, read every book or seen every movie or just one or two. i. am. a. fan. i am a fan and you will like it. i am a fan and i don’t have to prove myself to you.
and the same goes for music and sports and whatever else you’re interested in. like i mentioned before, i’m a huge dodgers fan. got me a sweatshirt and everything. i don’t have the time or energy to go around memorizing the names of every player on the team! i check my box scores, i know the pitchers, i know my favorite players, that’s plenty enough. i don’t have to know every little detail about my team to love it. in general, my rule for whether i’m a fan is this: if i know enough to form an opinion about what i love, i’m a fan. no fancy shmancy triv knowledge or fun facts or anything. if you have a good opinion about what you love, you’re a fan. simple as that.
again with music. i listen to a lot of music, and i prefer to just love it as it comes to me and not really get super obsessed or high and mighty about it. yeah, i know the names of my favorite band members and i know album names and i have opinions on obscure songs when i’m really into a band, but i don’t judge my music knowledge based on whether i know the name of the substitute bassist who occasionally plays in recordings. if i love a band or an album, it’s because i love that band or that album, not because i can name every member of the band and tell you exactly what year this song was released and if it’s the original recording or not. i know people like this, and i am in awe of their capabilities, but at the same time i feel like it takes the fun out of music. if you want to memorize the order of albums and when each of them was released and what kind of guitar the lead singer has in each of them, go ahead. i prefer to let music sink in and just enjoy it without the stress of all that random knowledge.
so here’s what i leave you with. recently, i read this passage on pinterest that is an excerpt from the book the fangirl’s guide to the galaxy. this passage has changed my life. i want it written on everything- my mirror, my walls, my notebooks, just everything. because i’m not really into some of the fandoms mentioned in the original passage, i edited it to fit me the way i sit in the fandom world. here is my version, and i would really encourage you to take it to heart and find the original/create your own version of it.
i am a geek girl and i am a feminist
i embrace the word “fangirl” with open arms. i don’t have to prove my nerd cred to anyone, ever. whether i’m an mcu nube, or a fic writer typing up my next chapter, or a hardcore netflix binger who sometimes forgets to sleep (not that i ever do that), no one gets to decide whether i do or do not belong.
from superwholock to book, bandoms, or the phandom, i accept all fandoms and ships as equally meaningful and important in our geek girl lives. even if your otp is my notp, i will still like you (even if i can’t read any of your fic or appreciate your art).
i can wear makeup and tardis mini dresses or a snarky tee and a pair of ripped jeans, and the world has to deal with it; because a geek girl feminist looks however she wants and doesn’t apologize.
i will support empowering, lady-created media and amazing female characters that make me feel like i could be black widow if i wore all black and learned to do a backflip.
i’m river song, not just another companion; buffy, not bella; nobody’s sidekick, love interest, or token female. i’m driving this impala. i am hermione, piper, felicity, charlie, or whoever i decide i am.
i am a fangirl, feminist and a force to be reckoned with.
in conclusion, don’t take any shit from people telling you that you’re not a “real fan” because they say so. you are a fan if you decide you are a fan, and no one can tell you otherwise. love what you love, be who you are, wear your vintage band tees and your tardis hair bows with pride. no one can decide for you whether you’re a fan or not, so go out there and kick some pretentious “real fan” ass.