A Geek Girl’s Prayer
the confidence of a Deadpool cosplayer,
the swagger of a X-Wing pilot,
and the acidic tongue of GLaDOS herself,
by which I can crush under my shoes,
be they Converses, combat boots, Jimmy Choos, or jelly sandals,
any dudebro who assumes I am not what I claim to be.
Protect my sisters-in-costume from con-creepers, body policing, and unsolicited photography,
arm them against men who corner them and demand they recite trivia,
and make them strong and proud in the face of Tony Harris elitism.
Put women in positions of power in the industries of comics, video games, films, television, books, and music,
so that which is not demeaning but encouraging may flourish,
so that every fan may see herself represented.
Impress into the minds of the less-than-enlightened, the misled, and the dickish alike,
that those who identify as women are valid, content-producing, and money-giving members of this culture,
that we may go forth unafraid of harassment and condescension,
into the light of a new golden age of geekdom.
Bless those that already see our value and treasure us as equals,
our brothers that support us and still let us fight our own battles,
let their example lead.
Please retcon from our cultural hivemind the gratuitous Carol Marcus underwear scene,
and let more works of fiction pass the Bechdel and Mako Mori tests.
Grant us monetary restraint, so we can someday afford to go to SDCC like we say we will every year.
Protect us from hot glue burns.
And will you please do something about the Bronies? It’s creeping everyone out.
Amen.
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