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Today was a day in which finding to good was really difficult. Sometimes, anger and frustration can overwhelm interactions. Vague post is vague to protect the not-entirely-innocent. However, it suffices to say, it’s a rare day where I jump in a pool fully clothed, not to save a life.

However, in these moments of anger and frustration, I learned some valuable lessons.

First, to everyone who has ever blamed a child’s actions on those of the parent, please note: Children are people. They have their own minds. They have their own personalities. They make their own decisions, and sometimes, these decisions are not their strongest ones. Blaming the parent for the child’s decisions is something that happens every day. We can teach, as parents. We can enforce rules, as parents. Our parental responses are what is important to note. And yes, I’d rather be the parent jumping into the pool when my child disobeys my orders than be the parent whining and negotiating with a four year old. In that moment, no matter how frustrated or angry I was, I reinforced our boundaries.

Second, parental anger is a distinct animal. It rears its head, roars, then hibernates. This kind of anger is the type stemming from feelings of inadequacy and embarrassment. It stems from the sense of loss of control that comes from being responsible for the actions of a distinct human being. Remembering, once the moment has ended, that the anger no longer exists, even if the disappointment/humiliation/frustration have not subsided, is the lesson to take with me today.

I cannot control others. I can only control myself. I can overcome anger by identifying the true emotion causing it. Yes, these are the positive moments of the day. Why? Because sometimes, I need to remember that another person is not always a reflection of me. Because sometimes, I need to be able to let go of the anger in order to resume my life. That is a valuable lesson regardless of its cause.

Filling the Gap

Today, at the end of class, a student comes up to me with a worried look. She gave me a worried look, then explained that she’s concerned that she won’t be able to write enough to meet the word limit.

I looked at her and said, “You’re an art student?”

“Yes.”

“OK, so, draw a picture first. Then explain the picture and find the supporting evidence to support the point you’re making in the picture. Think about how you’d have to explain your artwork to someone in a gallery.”

For the first time, her eyes lit up and the look on her face brightened. “Yes! I could do that! I can talk about pictures easily. I just can’t come up with the words on their own.”

“Feeling a little better?”

“Yes.”

The Pros of the Cons

As SDCC and the local Massively Multi-Genre Convention, ConnectiCon, draw to a close, a niggling thought keeps appearing in the corner of my mind, hiding there, whispering and slinking around. The thought is prompted by a single comment from a young man today (although it was just one of many comments passed to us). We brought Monster to ConnectiCon since it’s fun and he’s interested in comics and video games. A group of teens were playing Rock Band, and after one of the songs, I asked if Monster could just play the drums for one song, that was all he’d sit through but he wanted to play. The young man very sweetly agreed saying he had to go anyway. As he stood up, he turned to us and said, “I just want to thank you for bringing him. I really wish my parents had done something like this with me. What you’re doing is awesome.”

Someone, a young maybe 14 year old boy, thanked us for bringing a 3 year old to a Sci-fi/Horror/Gaming/Comic convention. Something about the way this young man said it, with a hint of sadness and a glint of true appreciation, made me realize that there is something special about these kinds of conventions for a lot of young people.

ConnectiCon is local, predominantly New England, even more predominantly Connecticut and Western Massachusetts. It’s small, compared to its peers like SDCC or NYCC or Anime Boston. However, it’s getting bigger. Significantly bigger than last year, the organizers seemed to have a hard time keeping up with the crowd. Pre-ordered ticket sale lines were easily an hour long wait after 8am Friday morning. One panel got so crowded that the organizers did not know how to clearly set up the line for the panel and had to do some public relations damage control asking the speaker to come back the last day for an impromptu panel in the Main Hall. Efficiency did not necessarily seem to be one of the main fortes of the weekend, and we overheard conversations about people being so upset that they wouldn’t come back next year. One of the comments passed included, “This has been a small con for the last few years, but it has a lot of potential and it’s not clear if the organizers are prepared for what it could be.”

A lot has been said here and elsewhere about the “rise of Geek Culture”. A short, undetailed summary of reasons includes rebooted shows done well (Dr Who), huge comic based movies (The Avengers, Spiderman, Batman), and the combination of the need for what previously were considered “geeky” skills (computers, engineering, math) to excel in a global society and the connection of previously socially disfranchised individuals through social media. Add all of these factors together, and you a perfect storm of factors contributing to this “new” culture, or at least its social acceptability.

Meanwhile, when reporting on ConnectiCon, a local news outlet started its newscast with “No, it’s not Halloween.” This aside, while innocuous, pertains to the niggling thought creeping in the corner of my mind. Some locals complained of all the teenagers meandering the streets of Hartford. Some locals made comments about the costumes or wondering what anyone would see in this. Adults, teens, and small children all engaged in cosplay throughout the weekend. In a lot of ways, it’s kind of magical to walk around, not as a voyeur, but as someone engaged in the process. Monster dressed up all three days – Captain America/Dr Horrible on Friday, Thor on Saturday, and Ironman on Sunday. Given his excitement, he talked me into joining him as Black Widow on Friday morning and (a modified) Loki on Saturday. Watching people’s reaction to a tiny kid dressed up, engaging in their world and their culture, and welcoming him in the warmest way? That is the pro of cons. People stopped continually to talk to him and several “cosplayed” with him in impromptu “fight skits” allowing him to “kill” them and playing to the crowd. Some of the organizers, dressed as Avengers, even mentioned that they had noticed him, had been looking for him yesterday (when he was home with his grandparents while we geeked out alone), and had put together a small certificate for him for his cosplay. They then encouraged us to enter him next year in the Juvenile category (“He doesn’t even have to go on stage if he doesn’t want to”) because no kids ever enter it. The shadowcasters, RKO Army, saw Monster in his Dr. Horrible costume watching the show and were willing to let him meet “Dr. Horrible.” Even more impressive, Monster saw “Captain Hammer” who was taking down the cameras, and said, “I want to meet Captain Hammer”, and the actor stopped what he was doing, ran to the back, got his gloves, and posed for a picture.  People not only welcomed him, but they included him.

This inclusivity is the Pro of the Con. Here, no one is weird. Here, even if you’re new to the crowd, a lot of times the crowd will accept you. I watched as adults engaged a three year old to help him get into character. On the last day, we arrived around 9:00am, and a group of ‘tweens/teens were standing around dancing. Monster’s eyes lit up at the music and dancing, and he walked over. They not only spoke to him, but they engaged him. They cosplayed little fight skits with him. One was so thrilled that Monster knew what a sonic screwdriver was that he hugged Monster, looked at us, and said, “he’s mine now! He’s coming home with me! I love this kid!” It was a moment wherein these young kids, whom everyone demonizes as immature, showed a maturity level beyond their ages. They not only welcomed him; they truly embraced him as one of them. They recognized themselves in a younger kid. They spoke to us and told us their stories of the weekend until their panel started. They explained their costumes in some cases. They allowed Monster to dance with them. They included him in a way that, perhaps, they do not feel included by others. They did unto others.

People outside of the con went to view and see the spectacle. The spectacle of cosplay is a large part of the con. Underneath that spectacle, however, lies a dedication to the art of crafting incredible costumes. People take pride in this work. In some cases, they included lights or other technologies to enhance their costumes. This dedication melding with creativity and engineering belies the idea of it being Halloween-like. These are people – young and old – engaging in hard work that gets recognized. They put hours of heart and soul into some of these costumes, wearing them only to a place where those around them are willing to and open to appreciating them. They recognized, for example, the homemade quality of Monster’s Dr Horrible costume (granted, it was put together with hem tape and glue…but the “attempted craftsmanship” was appreciated) or took a moment to ask how I made my Loki horns (knitted, with wired and non-wired glittery ribbons, horns covered with mod podge to keep them stiff). People appreciated the art of the craft, not just the spectacle of the costume. This appreciation of others and others’ work brings people together in a way that is part of the love of the genres. People came together because they love the genres, then they give homage to the genres by re-enacting them by spending hours painstakingly recreating them. Then, they come together to accept and encourage all different handiwork. This sense of community through craftsmanship is one of the hidden beauties of the con. Inclusion through shared interests and effort defines the experience.

However, lest people think these young kids are simply loitering dressed as a bunch of fictional characters, the dedication of the true convention attendees is seen in their commitment to attending the panels. The panels range from music to art discussions to meeting celebrities in the genre to discussing feminism in the comic and sci-fi/horror cultures. When we arrived on Sunday at 9am, the group of ‘tweens/teens abruptly stood up and migrated toward the escalators to go see a panel. Sure, they’re dressed as fictional characters. However, in an age where young people are zoning out, these kids were awake, dressed (some in detailed costumes), and motivated to LEARN. They engaged their brains on a summer Sunday for a reason not required by the formal education system. As a society, we yell and scream and do much tooth gnashing that our youth is disengaged, is refusing to analyze, is spending more time watching television or playing video games than reading. However, on one bright Sunday morning, a group of like-minded young people were off to listen to a lecture (or, as I put it for the three year old, “go to circle time”) simply to…learn more. Yet, society still assumes that these cons are about dressing up in funny costumes simply to cavort in an imaginary world.

This is where that young man’s appreciation not only for how we’re raising our kid but for how we’d accept whatever he’s interested in makes me vaguely sad. Society assumes that if something is not productive then it has no purpose. SDCC and NYCC are so large and have such commercial focus, complete with the inordinate collections of celebrities in the genres, that people forget the basic principles for which they were created. They were created to bring people together to share and discuss and educate themselves in a community that supported their interests. Throughout the weekend, young men and women – in their teens/twenties – congratulated us or told us that when they “grow up” they want to be like us. Some thanked us for encouraging our kid. We allowed him to be himself (in what was, sometimes, a rather embarrassing feat of crowd playing). We understand that there is spectacle to a con. However, we also see that the community, the acceptance, and the inclusion that form the foundation of the greater cultural structure support that glittery (or light uppy or makeup encrusted) facade. There are many pros to the cons.

Having a preschooler inevitably ends up meaning that when the said small person finds something s/he loves, the parents get sucked into watching it repeatedly or listening to it repeatedly or reading it repeatedly. So, I very carefully choose the things to which I introduce Monster. A few months ago, I sneakily snuck Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog onto the old iPhone we let him play with. Last week, he discovered it and …let’s just say, if there’s going to be obsession in my house, it might as well be from the Whedonverse.

In the afternoon, Monster started running around with one of his Star Wars blasters (which DOES look like the freeze/death ray) saying, “I’m Dr Horrible!” How can a Geeky Mom refuse that? No. Really? She can’t. When he asked for his swimming goggles, I had a brilliant idea.

First I found these:

These are the goggles from his construction worker costume. Hey, goggles for a 3 year old are goggles.

Then, I found two toilet paper rolls and used duct tape to attach them to the goggles thusly:

After attaching the toilet paper rolls, I covered the whole thing in duct tape to make it silver.

And we had the beginnings of a Dr. Horrible costume for the three year old.

However, Dr. Horrible doesn’t wander around with a Captain America shirt. Also, we have ConnectiCon, the local comic/video game/geek central convention coming up. Monster has several costumes. I’m going in costume. What fun are cons if you don’t cosplay? This year though…THIS year…there will be live performances of Firefly/Buffy/Dr Horrible. HOW awesome would it be for him to dress as Dr. Horrible and WATCH IT LIVE? I KNOW, RIGHT?

Thus began the search for the costume. Now, I am a LAZY person. So. Very. Lazy. I would rather purchase something like this any.day. However, after three hours of searching and several search terms (Dr Horrible, led to Mad Scientist – which has an adult costume but no kid version – led to dentist led to smock led to chef coat), none of the options appealed to me. I know, he’s a little kid. What does he know? Well…this is a kid who told his grandparents that a Harry Potter doll was a DOLL not an ACTION FIGURE because the knees didn’t move. So. Yeah. It’s got to be similar enough to look right to be worthy of his attention.

So…I started thinking, I’d need to learn to sew. But WAIT! Mentioning this on Facebook brought up a comment that I could just use iron on hem tape. What?! What was that? NO SEWING? Well, THIS I can do. And, so I did.

Materials:

Hem tape

Fabric (he’s a kid, I chose the $6.97/yd white cotton cloth at WalMart)

Velcro

Buttons

Glue ( I told you, I do NOT sew…not even buttons…)

First of all, I’d like to thank the nice lady in the fabric department at WalMart. She noted, based on the picture, that for a kid’s costume, I could easily just fold the fabric in half, tape it down the sides, and VOILA! costume. Well, it took me a few days to get what she meant entirely, but it made sense as soon as I saw the fabric up against Monster.

1) I laid the kid flat on my bed and traced his outline. This probably accounts for a lot of the issues I have with the final product…I obviously didn’t leave enough ease. Also, one arm is shorter than the other. See how that title says “Uncrafty”? Uh huh. If you’ve got the time, effort, and energy to go a-measuring, force be with you and do it. I’m too tired, lazy and…did I mention lazy?

2) I assembled all the goods. I laid the hem tape along all the edges to seam it up. Following the directions was easy. Note to self: next time add about 3 extra inches to the outline made on the fabric to account for what gets lost. D’oh.

Also, those armpits ended up being a little scrunched up in the end. Upside is, they’re kind of hidden.

3) Now come some of the details. At the neckline, I cut an extra slice so that there would be ease to fit it over the kid’s head. His noggin’ is pretty small, but still, it seemed a good idea. The goal was to make a flap so that I could attach Velcro on either side so that it would close up. This actually worked out pretty well. I laid out a piece of fabric the length of the extra cut. I cut it wide enough that I could put two pieces of tape in the middle and then fold over pieces from the top and bottom. Sadly, I did not photograph this portion of the crafting show. Imagine a piece of fabric shaped as a rectangle, with two strips of hem tape in the center and two flaps to fold up onto those strips. There you have what I did. Once attached, it looks like this:

4) The collar. Dr. Horrible’s collar is sort of a mandarin collar. This was the tricky part. What I ended up doing was cutting a piece of fabric in a rectangle. Then I used some of the hem tape along the edge, like this:

I folded the top over and glued it together. Then, because both edges need to be clean and it needs to stand up, I did the same thing again, like this:

From there, I used three pieces along the neckline to attach the front collar. It’s messy looking. I’m sure if I had done this before or thought more about what I was doing at the time and planned better, it wouldn’t be. However, he’s 3. At this point, it’s close enough.

4) I glued buttons along the Velcro and at the side of the collar. They look like this:

After thinking about it, I might just leave the collar on the front of the costume. It’s hot here this week and using the iron in the unairconditioned kitchen is…not the most pleasant. However, I still have to attach a pocket at some point probably…maybe…

So, how does it look? Well, this picture is before the Velcro close it up nicely and before the buttons but…the preschooler seems happy enough.

Yeah, that’s a happy face. Mostly. It’s also the intense Dr. Horrible face. Which triples as the “Please stop taking my picture mama” face.

Other than knitting, I don’t craft. I fear sewing machines. Apparently, the Christmas cookies I’ve baked for Monster are so horrifying that he reads a book about a kid trying to snitch cookies and asks “Why?” However, my Tiny Avenger got on a Hawkeye kick. Sure, Target sells a $25 Hawkeye toy. I’m totally ok with buying premade toys. However, 1) I forgot about this and 2) active 3 year old + foam arrows that shoot + 2 dogs = bad bad plan.  After making one bow that got broken, I decided he needed something longer term. Given that he’s rough in his play, I took up Home Depot on their long-lasting products. 

After wandering the aisles, I figured out how to make what I wanted.

First, I picked up some plastic plumbing pipe, a package of 36″ bungee cord, and some Gorilla Glue. I thought of shortening the pipe a little bit, but when I held up the length of cord to the pipe, it worked out. Given my lack of general crafty, the less I have to use real tools, the better. The sign on the piping said that they were easily cut with a saw. Since I fear all things sharp, mainly because of personal clumsiness and potential finger loss, I decided to go with “as simple as possible.” So, this Avenger assembled the following:

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Yup, that’s duct tape. Really, anything can be made with duct tape. It’s kind of fascinating really the many uses of it. People joke, but it’s my go-to. So that would be scissors, plastic plumbing pipe, 36″ of bungee cord that has hooks (or not, that was just what I found), Gorilla Glue (which proved fairly optional), and duct tape. The glory of all crafty toy making.

So, here’s what I did. I hooked the bungee into the tube of the piping, complete with a big dollop of glue.

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Yeah, somehow I got glue all over my hand as well as the sink. See that part about not being particularly crafty? Yeah, um, if you missed it, go back and review. I’m pretty sure the squealing “HAWKEYE! HAWKEYE!” in the background wasn’t so much helping my concentration. But, there you have it.

Assuming that Monster wouldn’t wait for the glue to dry, I decided to hedge my bets. So, what I did next was:

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Wrap everything in duct tape. Ok, it ain’t pretty. He’s 3. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care about the aesthetic if he can pretend to shoot arrows at imaginary super-villains. If you wanted to make it prettier, black electrical tape might/would do the trick. Which, thinking about it now, I’m pretty sure I have. See? Told you I’m not that crafty. It’s really just about securing the hooks to the tubing to make sure that everything stays in place for some heroics. Repeat on the other side of the tubing.

When you’re done, the final project should look something like this:

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Nope, not that pretty. Yup, I probably could have done a slightly better job designing it. However, when you’re at Home Depot at 9am, with a 3 year old, who doesn’t want to stay still, even if you’re explaining to him that you’re buying things to make him a Hawkeye bow? Yeah…pretty isn’t in the mix at that point. However, I won’t lie – the final result would be joy.

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And…a Tiny Little Hawkeye.

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Over the last year, the Internet has spewed righteous indignation over pink toys, shirts decrying being too pretty for homework, boys in clothing catalogs wearing nail polish, boys dressing up as Daphne from Scooby Doo for Halloween, and, if I may insert a bit of personal commentary, the ugliest little Lego figures I’ve ever seen. Yeah, Friends. I’m talking about you there. I’m sorry – you’re not minifigs and have the weirdest cartoonish proportions I’ve seen in a long time. I hate to sound all Mean Girl about the way another girl looks, but you, Friends, are some mighty ugly little toys. There. I said it. And, y’know, it felt good.

The gender discussion has become one in which both sides feel they are being treated unequally. Girls don’t like certain toys because the toys don’t focus on their interests. Boys feel uncomfortable with all the pink they see in stores and their inability to identify with a favorite female character. Little girls are still made fun of for loving Star Wars. Little boys are outcast for modeling their behavior on their mothers’ behavior. These societal designations are further dividing a new generation of child while parents are forced to figure out how to negotiate the intricate morass of self-identification, trying to allow their children to be themselves while recognizing that their children often understand that not everyone is as accepting as their parents. In seeking gender equality and equal access to self-identification, the overarching media argument ignores an issue greater than social acceptance – literacy.

Literacy in this country has become ensconced in gender. Education has become ensconced in gender. Whether these are conscious reactions to women’s ongoing fight for equal education and workforce representation or an unconscious assumption based on gender interests, American children as a whole are losing in this fight. The education gap in this country is not just one based on economic status but on sex. The data surrounding education contains frightening statistics. Many of these stem from institutional issues, such as the requirement that children sit quietly in order to absorb information necessary to excel on tests under NCLB. Boys tend to be more kinesthetic than girls and so these sit quietly requirements cause them to fail socially in the classroom leading to academic failure. However, one of the most frightening statistics is that “For every 100 tenth grade girls who read for pleasure one or more hours per day 81 boys read for pleasure one or more hours per day.” Reading for pleasure is the key to engaging all children – boys and girls – in the lifelong process of learning, whether in a school or on their own. Joy of reading is not linked to an X or Y chromosome, at least science hasn’t proven that yet. So, then, why are boys 19% less likely to read than girls?

This question, and many observations in my local library, led to some startling research. Starting with the counter argument, a study published in 2011 argued that there was a gender gap in books published between 1900 and 2000, with a majority of the main characters being female. Although this study indicated that the gender disparity nearly disappeared by 1990, “with a ration of 0.9 to 1 for child characters and 1.2 to 1 for adult characters, it remained for animal characters, with a “significant disparity” of nearly two to one” (see linked article). Of course, the main logical issue here is the longitudinal nature of the study. Female literacy levels were lower than male levels until the mid-20th century. If you talk to librarians or those in the publishing industry today, books that appeal to boys are harder to find than books that appeal to girls. Jon Scieszka, children’s book author and teacher, addresses these issues on his website Guys Read. Scieszka advocates several points to engage boys in reading, including:

2. Expand our definition of reading.

Include boy-friendly nonfiction, humor, comics, graphic novels, action-adventure, magazines, websites, audiobooks, and newspapers in school reading. Let boys know that all these materials count as reading.

3. Give boys choice.

Motivate guys to want to read by letting them choose texts they will enjoy. Find out what they want. Let them choose from a new, wider range of reading.

Children tend to like characters with whom they can identify or stories they can recreate in their heads placing themselves in the story. With this in mind, I engaged in some research and discussions with the main branch of my local library.  Controlling for the Juvenile literature category and Book format, I ran a search of the local library system based on characters that tend to be popular with boys and girls in the preschool – mid-elementary school age ranges. Granted, the characters searched are based on personal anecdata – conversations with kids, my own kid, listening to other parents talk about books their children read and love. The local library catalog has 15 Superman books, 14 Batman books (although some appeared to be repeats from the Superman search), and 1 Ironman book. They do have a huge collection of Star Wars (26 by search). Conversely, they have 29 Fancy Nancy books, 29 American Girl books (these were just the ones that are the spin offs, not the original girls and not all originals were located in the search), and 16 Eloise books. Further research indicated that there are 25 Dora books and 6 Diego books in the catalog. This is approximately a 1:4 ratio of the available boy:girl oriented books, although admittedly a lot of boys like Dora. On Amazon, 705 Dora books are available and 253 Diego books are available. This means that there is a 1:3 ratio of available boy oriented books. These disparities are one of the keys to the literacy problem. No, books should not be gendered. Action heroes should not be considered soley for boys nor should Fancy Nancy be considered solely for girls. Little girls should be encouraged to conquer the world with their super powers or their ability to manufacture robotic bodies. Little boys should be encouraged to dress themselves up to feel special or have tea parties. It’s not about keeping kids from reading books within their interests; it’s about making sure that all interests are equally represented.

Boys and girls think and act differently, for the most part. Go to a playground and watch children generally unencumbered by social norms play. Boys are more likely to throw sand and mulch. Girls are more likely to want to swing in the swings. Boys tend to pick up sticks and battle with them more, even at younger ages before social stigmas and beliefs can drain them of their natural impulses. Yes, there are calm boys sitting in the sandbox. There are girls throwing sticks like nunchucks. It’s not universal, and it would be reductive of me to argue that it is. As the tree climbing, superhero loving, daredevil girl, I would never do that. However, I will also say that my behavior was often not considered appropriate for my sex and that there were few girls in my elementary school who chose She-Ra or Transformers over Barbie and babies. We can argue that there are no differences between the sexes. However, for those arguments, I suggest watching a playground of one year olds play. The boys are more likely, though not exclusively, climbing up the slides and running screaming around the playground. The girls are more likely, though not exclusively, sliding down the slides and playing more sedately (though, as one year old are wont not always neatly) in the sandbox or on the swings. Denying these differences denies equal treatment of those who do not fall into the generalities.

What about the little girl who dreams of being a superhero? If books about superheros are considered less worthy, is that little girl being forced to sit on the sideline? Is she losing engagement in reading? Yes. However, if a little boy is interested in braiding a turtle’s ears or write with a pen with a plume, there’s a character for him. Those boys have the resources. Those girls don’t have the resources. Assuming that one set of characters or one set of plot lines is more appropriate for readers than another assumes that there is a “right” way to read.

By limiting what’s available to boys, we are limiting what is available to all children. The interests of equality are not served if those who identify with a certain gender feel left out. If we dismiss graphic novels or comic books or action oriented plot lines, we are not just disfranchising boys from reading but girls who may be interested. The goal of any library should be gaining readers. Perhaps boys buy fewer books because the books available are not interesting. As a female, I would not want to have access to 29 Fancy Nancy books and only 1 Ironman book. Ironman built his own superhero armor for goodness sake. If that’s not the ultimate in accessorizing, I don’t know what is. These books appeal to all children, regardless of sex. However, by genderizing literacy, boys find themselves less engaged and girls who identify with masculine imagery feel even further left out of the culture. This genderizing of literacy goes beyond harming boys alone. It harms all kids who identify with imagery or literary styles that do not match the societal literary norm of “feminine.”

Availability can be nullified, in part, by accessibility. In my local library, there is a Guys Read section. I love this. I love that there are books that are available with masculine themes and characters displayed. If the availability of these books is low, then the accessibility needs to be addressed. However, simultaneously, there is a wall of American Girls books as well as a Girls’ Books section to match the Guys Read section. Again, in theory, there should be none of these at all. At the end of the day, however, when the feminine themed books are more available, the accessibility can make up for that. Maybe a library cannot locate enough masculine themed books to match the feminine themed books. However, when availability means that there are more feminine books on the shelves, then making masculine themed books accessible needs to become a priority. If a child walks to the stacks, browses the books, and for every four books finds one of interest, that child becomes discouraged, especially with not-so-focused preschoolers. If numerically, there is less of one theme in a collection, then the way to balance that out is to make that theme easier to locate. Basic logic applies to this. No, it shouldn’t be that “boys” have more things handed to them. It should be that all children interested in these themes, generally considered masculine but not always male, should have equal access to these themes. Assuming that children who can’t read on their own will undertake detailed searches and seek out books that interest them when those books are fewer in number and more difficult to locate is illogical and insulting.

Our gender oriented society is hurting the literacy of our children. Empowerment for all should be the goal. Empowering girls who love dressing up in tutus and feathers is considered socially acceptable. Encouraging boys with the same interests makes them outcasts. Encouraging boys interested in superheros or MMA is considered borderline acceptable. Empowering girls with the same interests is generally considered radical. The goal of literacy should be encouraging early reading, regardless of thematic quality. When young children read, they become hooked on its power and magic. They become their own intellectual superheroes. Society, publishers, teachers, librarians, and parents should be raising a generation of intellectual superheroes, when in reality they are forcing children into sex and gendered boxes keeping them mentally and emotionally caged. All children should be encouraged to dress up – whether it’s all kinds of fancy or with capes and masks. Intellectual curiosity is dying with our current generations. Enabling early reading through medium unencumbered by adult prejudices is the only solution. Readers Assemble!

Geek culture has exploded in the last few years. A lot of people have pointed to the rise in technology allowing the geek to inherit the earth. A lot of conversation discusses how all the formerly-socially-unacceptable-activities such as gaming and comics and sci-fi have been more accepted as those who love them gain socio-economic power through the rise of tech culture. Let’s face it, without the geeks, there would be no iPhone, Android, or (insert favorite tech toy here).

Over the last few years, I’ve reclaimed my geekiness. It’s not like I ever lost it. It’s not like I never embraced it. However, I sort of forgot the things I loved as I got caught up in life. I’m the kid who begged to stay up late to watch Max Headroom. I was the six year old girl who’d jump from couch to chair in my parents’ basement pretending to be Batgirl or Catwoman to save Batman and Robin (old school, 60′s, live-action Adam West style) because they could never take care of themselves…idiots. I watched so many episodes of Lost in Space as a kid that I still pop out unconsciously with “Danger Will Robinson!” even when no one else knows what I’m talking about. I was the kid who’d become so engaged in a period of history that I’d read all.the.things. I was the kid who begged her parents to play the violin when I turned eight and music lessons were available in school because it seemed awesome to make music on something. I didn’t choose the guitar or some other cooler instrument. I chose the violin, which while it’s an awesome instrument and difficult to play well has…well…a stigma. In high school, I helped organize a chamber music concert at a Board of Education meeting to protest potential budget cuts for the arts because concerts are totally civil disobedience at its best.

In the 1980′s and early 1990′s, these types of obsessions were the secret guilty pleasures that no one talked about in public. Well, ok, by 1990, Max Headroom was off the air, but the general idea is that loving these kinds of intellectual or non-mainstream activities were considered a social taboo, especially for a middle school or high school kid. With the rise of social networks like Facebook, Twitter, and, dare I say it, Tumblr, and the more interactive MMOG games that paved the way for gaming technology like Xbox 360, these previously considered nerdy activities are now not only socially acceptable but also socially prevalent.

So, then, what is the great difference between the Nerd and the Geek and why does it matter? Well, it kind of does. As people willingly reclaim the title of Geek, they also staunchly seem to negate any connection to Nerd. It’s ok. In a lot of ways, it’s understandable. For instance, several definitions of Nerd and Geek exist in recent popular literature.

Benjamin Nugent, in his book, American Nerd, defines a nerd in part as someone who is “passionate about some technically sophisticated activity that doesn’t revolve around emotional confrontation, physical confrontation, sex, food, or beauty”(6). He also notes that “nerds” are often “seeking to avoid physical and emotional confrontation…favoring logic and rational communication [and are] working with, playing with, and enjoying machines more than most people do” (6). Today, much of this definition of “nerd” falls flat. A “technically sophisticated activity” isn’t considered socially outcast since the rise of different comic conventions nationwide that include gaming as an heroic event. Favoring logic and reason or playing with machines are becoming the pathways to wealth and socio-economic success, as discussed earlier. So, what still seems to define a Nerd as being different from a Geek?

The idea that Nerds tend to have issues with the emotional complexities of social interactions keeps popping up in the literature. Nugent mentions it as avoidance. Leslie Simon seems to hint at it in a particularly diplomatic way in her book, Geek Girls Unite. The book may have a Twilight-meets-Gladwell feel to it, but it makes an interesting distinction. She defines a Geek as “a person who is wildly passionate about an activity, interest, or scientific field…[who] does not necessarily sacrifice social status to participation…[but]…will often seek out like-minded peers….to connect, bond, and celebrate mutual love for this area” (3). Meanwhile, she defines a Nerd as “a person who excels academically….[who] may not possess the most advanced skills, but they are armed with a huge heart and an even bigger brain” (3). Simon reiterates this social awkwardness that comes with being a Nerd instead of a Geek. Geeks proudly use the technology or their interests to make connections with other people, to create a social network within their own subculture, in much the same way that sports fanatics or music fanatics do. Nerds tend to want a connection and make them, but they also, by implication of the text’s note that they “may not possess the most advanced skills,” have difficulty negotiating the complex emotional social world.

This emotional and creative difference defines the difference between Nerd and Geek. Even Chris Hardwick, a reknowned Nerdist, in his book, The Nerdist Way, notes the difference when he explains that “a Nerdist is, more specifically, an artful Nerd. He or she doesn’t just consume, he or she creates and innovates….Yes, we obsess over things, but we are also driven to produce stuff” (13, Adobe Ebook location). A Nerdist, compared to the traditional Geek or Nerd, is, in a nutshell, Simon’s Geek who obsesses combined with Nugent’s Nerd who tends to, outside of the definition and further discussed throughout the book, create things – be they rational imaginary worlds or new technologies or new music. The idea of the Nerdist is, in many ways, the overly self-aware Geek who sometimes finds it difficult to connect with him/herself on the emotional level because s/he is so busy rationally analyzing him/herself. So, in a nutshell, a Nerdist is like the creative person who has a hard time negotiating his/her own emotional world because of a focus on logic. That’s buyable. Although, it’s not entirely different from Simon’s definition of a Geek. A Geek seeks to use an obsession to connect while a Nerdist uses it to create, with no discussion of the ability of connection. So, a Nerdist could technically go either way.

Why do these words matter? Well, like all labels, they don’t for the most part. What does matter is the fact that the rise in Geek Culture leaves the socially uncomfortable Nerd out in the cold. Nerds are the kids who have a heart but don’t always understand how to use it. They’re not cold, unfeeling people. They’re not just big glasses with no heart. They’re the kids who have a desire to fit in but may question whether that social interaction at lunch was the appropriate response. For example, the Nerd is the kid who sits at the table with the other smart kids. Say, for example, these are the smart kids who play soccer or football but also do really well in school. Most likely, they’re more or less Geeks of some sort. They may be obsessed with football or baseball or Gears of War. They may obsessively check their fantasy teams, follow ERAs, or wait on line at 6am to buy a game. At the same time, they also use these outlets to connect with others. The poor Nerd in the corner is the one who might offer to give these guys his lunch but has a hard time saying “do you want to meet up after school to compare teams?”

In every Geek, I’d posit there’s always a little Nerd. Perhaps, that’s why we’re so quick to find a new word to describe ourselves. We connect, and we use our interests to connect. I’m a knitting geek, a Buffy geek, a Dr. Who geek, and probably some kind of weird writing sort of geek. I can buy that. When I’m with people with the same interests, I’m totally a social bug. I could talk about Harry Potter as a literary Christ Figure for hours (hey! look! sci-fi AND writing – two Geekdoms in one!). I could talk knitting for hours. Shove me into a social situation with people I don’t know well and who I don’t know are into anything similar that I am? Well, I become what I like to call “The Awk.” It’s my alter-ego. I say things, then I go home and let the potential social unacceptability of what I’ve said fester. Sure, it wasn’t insulting, per se. However, in my head, I always feel like it was. Perhaps the person didn’t really understand what I said and misinterpreted it? Perhaps the person didn’t understand that I meant the comment about how they needed a TARDIS to go back in time as a joke and instead took it as an insult? I’m fine in the situation. Then I go home and think, “Umm, so, I think Captain Awk came out…and now I want to hide.” In that situation, my Geek is far more Nerd.

Celebrating the Geek is great. In a lot of ways, it allows all of the obsessively interested types to find a home. However, as with any label, celebrating one over the other diminishes the other’s contributions. Yeah, I’m a Geek. But deep in my heart, I’ll always be a Nerd. And, both of those last sentences started with contractions. Maybe that was a social mistake?

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