The spinster aunt is a science fiction fan with nothing to adore.
I’m all for tesseracting through the Omega Quadrant in a wisecracking talking ship (preferably one with a Holodeck), beaming down at warp speed to strange new worlds where no [one] has gone before, resisting even when it is futile, wearing silver spandex (or, if the strange new world is “primitive,” a burlap moo-moo, or if the strange new world is a dystopia, a grayish utilitarian jumpsuit ). But it chaps the Twisty hide when the only option is to do it under the auspices of militaristic, sexist, and theist paradigms.
So I languish alone in a speculative fictional desert on a horse with no name, a barren wasteland populated with insipid Luke Skywalkers, Six Million Dollar Underwear Models, throbbing Captain Kirks, pervy Jubal Harshaws, gun/man hybrid Robocops. The Twisty lip curls at the treatment of their straight chick sidekicks: second banana Scully, sexbot Seven of Nine (whose catsuit was separated at birth from the Vulcan hottie on that awful show “Enterprise”), token exotic Lt. Uhura, plucky fag hag Rose Tyler, one-dimensional brainiac Major Carter. They’re all stuck in obeisance to some Higher Celestial Power who is Good: The Force. Yoda. The US Air Force. The Commonwealth. The Federation. The Tardis. The Founders. The Asgard. And they’re all at war with absolute evil: the Dominion, the Dark Side, the Daleks, the Goa’uld, the Borg, The FBI/CIA, the Cardassians, the Cylons, the commies.
Why does speculative fiction — which could be about anything, anything, anything — revolve exclusively around battles, stereotypes, and reactionary politics?
I know I’ve asked this question before, and I really don’t expect another list of the 3 books ever written with slightly non-patriarchal themes. I mention it only to complain bitterly, and for no other reason. When I started writing this post it was only to share this mildly funny link with you. But I got to thinking about this other stuff, because the Darth Mojo guy who writes the aforelinked blog is a special effects dude on the show “Battlestar Galactica,” which show I had to quit watching because I couldn’t stand for another second that slinky dudefantasy sexbot Cylon with the red dress and pornulated phonesex voice.
ADDENDUM: I understand and sympathize with the blamer’s enthusiasm for Octavia Butler and Joanna Russ and Ursula K. If you’re interested, or if you missed it the first time, this territory was covered exhaustively in this IBTP thread from last year.