Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Babylon 5 that (thankfully) never was: Intro and Season 1

In 2008, Cafepress released a 14-volume limited run of books collecting the J. Michael Straczynski-penned scripts for Babylon 5, a show with which I have always been mildly obsessed. (It is probably my favorite live-action show, though there were six or seven years ending a couple of years ago where that was Doctor Who.) As a bonus for collectors who bought all 14 books, they produced a 15th volume as a "free" gift. Included in this volume was a seven-page treatment outlining the full run of the series, written sometime between the production of the series pilot, "The Gathering," and its first regular episodes roughly a year later. (This should not be confused with the 22-page treatment written in 1988 and sold by the Babylon 5 Fan Club as a collectible.) It is, in other words, a snapshot of what the series would have been if not for cast changes and the natural alterations that any long-form work goes through in the process of writing.

This outline is now basically impossible to find. The book containing it is long out of print. Synopses and summaries of it are ubiquitous, and the book containing it can be purchased, used, for about $150, but literally no one has transcribed or scanned the outline and put it out on torrents or download sites. Cafepress produced a "highlight" book of the script collections a couple of years ago, but vetted its contents with a "fan board" of jealous collectors, and those assholes stipulated that the new book could not include any content from volume 15 and only very limited content from the other 14 volumes, presumably so that they can continue lording their possession of the book over "lesser" collectors and charging hundreds of dollars for them online.

Nonetheless, what synopses are available make something very clear: the common claim (including frequent statements from JMS himself) that JMS had a five-year plan for the series which he, at least in broad strokes, succeeded in getting on screen? Absolute bullshit. The series that aired starts similarly to the treatment, but rapidly diverges, and not simply for reasons of cast changes. The final couple of seasons are almost unrecognizably different from the series that aired, and in particular JMS' claim that he knew the final shot of the series from day one is very clearly completely false.

So, then, because I cannot help thinking obsessively about this, I present to you the beginning of a six-part series: The Babylon 5 That Thankfully Never Was. Why thankfully? Because, frankly, as near as I can tell the series that JMS envisioned when he started writing Season 1 was a vastly more conventional and vastly less interesting narrative than what eventually made its way to the screen.

I will break up these posts by season, and then within each season I will first present what is known from synopses of the treatment and comments made by JMS, then add my own speculations on what this means. For synopses of the treatment, I will use two sources:  The Hidden Evolution of Babylon 5, and Synopsis of JMS's synopsis of the "original arc for B5". The comments by JMS I cite can all be found on The Lurker's Guide to Babylon 5.

Season 1

Known differences: Comments by JMS state that, had there been no cast changes, Lyta would have remained as the station's telepath, and grown slowly closer to Kosh and away from Psy-Corps by "a different route" than Talia. In addition, Laurel Takashima would have been the mole who helped Knights One and Two kidnap Sheridan and shot Garibaldi in the back, rather than Garibaldi's second. Finally, Ivanova would have existed as a background/minor character, a junior officer who worked in C'n'C and reported to Takashima. The season as described in the treatment is largely the same as what aired, with one major difference: the treatment has no mention of Psicops or Bester.

Speculation: Presumably, Carolyn Sykes would have continued dating Sinclair and taken Catherine Sakai's role, including the Sigma 957 incident or something very similar. The "different route" by which Lyta draws away from Psy-Corps and toward Kosh is probably to do with her scanning him; the lack of Bester and the Psicops suggests that they were created specifically for "Mind War," so that Talia could encounter Ironheart as her equivalent to Lyta's scan of Kosh. This would explain why Psy-Corps seems rather less of a police organization in the treatment than the series; likely they were originally intended (as seems appropriate for telepaths) to be sinister in a "shadowy manipulators with lots of intel" way, rather than a "jackboots and black gloves" way.

Continued next week...

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Been reading Vaka Rangi...

Josh Marsfelder, like me, was inspired by Phil Sandifer's TARDIS Eruditorum to do something vaguely similar with a show he loved. He started about six months after me and has been doing something much more Eruditorum-esque with Star Trek. I'm actually only on early season 2 of TOS, his third month of blogging, but I can already tell he's way better at this than I am.

Anyway, if you like Star Trek and read this blog, you are virtually certain to get a lot out of Vaka Rangi. Go read!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

I've had just about enough (Three's A Crowd)

Trigger Warning: Discussion of abuse tactics, gaslighting, isolating of victims

And then Twilight gets to set a literal boundary.
At least, it's closer to the color of her magic than Cadance's.
It's January 25, 2014. The top song is still Pitbull and Ke$ha with "Timber," and the top movie is still Ride Along. In the news, protests against the Ukrainian government (which have been going on since November) erupt into riots, which will help fuel the Ukrainian Revolution of 2014 and subsequent Russian annexation of Crimea later in the year; a polar vortex strikes the U.S. East Coast, creating dangerously cold conditions across a significant swath of the country, and scientists at the European Space Agency detect water vapor on the dwarf planet (formerly classified as an asteroid) Ceres.

On television, we have "Three's a Crowd" by Megan McCarthy and Ed Valentine, which much like "Castle Mane-ia" before it is what might be called a stealth arc episode. On initial viewing in sequence, it has little to do with the season's arc, but in hindsight it sets up two important elements in the story: Fluttershy's task to monitor the migration of the Breezies, which will lead directly to acquiring her key, and Twilight Sparkle's evident dislike of Discord but apparent unwillingness to outright reject him as a friend, which sets up her segment of the quest for the keys in the season finale.

The bulk of the episode is spent on that latter point, and so once again the show misses an opportunity to assert that friendship is not transitive--that Discord's friendship with Fluttershy does not give him any claim on Fluttershy's friends. Instead, the episode appears for much of its length to be treading into Friendship Is Mandatory territory, with Twilight Sparkle appearing to accept Discord's claim that they are friends even though she has never been shown to say that Discord is her friend or to be friendly toward him.

I have discussed before why the notion that everyone can and should be friends with everyone else is toxic, and will not rehash that argument here; instead, I will note it is particularly disturbing when Discord is involved, because as in "Keep Calm and Flutter On" he is openly abusive toward his "friend." His abusive behavior begins almost from the start of the episode, when he first brazenly lies by claiming that Applejack and Rarity agreed to nurse him, then manipulates them into reluctantly agreeing after all. This is a variant of the abusive technique known as "gaslighting," in which  the abuser persuades the victim of something they know isn't true, undermining the victim's confidence in their own judgment and increasing their dependence on the abuser.

This action also puts them in a position to be infected by the (nonexistent, but that's unlikely to stop a being of Discord's power) blue flu, which together with the departures of Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy earlier in the episode render Twilight almost completely isolated, allowing Discord to pursue what he implies through denial at the end of the episode is his main project, isolating Twilight from her friends, particularly Cadance. There is no evidence of any particular scheme past that, so his likely motivation is simply jealousy and possessiveness--again, common traits of abusers.

He then spends the bulk of the episode forcing Twilight and Cadance to serve him with the goal of preventing them from enjoying their time together. He makes a series of absurd demands with the justification that they are small requests necessitated by his illness--again, trying to undermine his target's sense of reality in order to substitute his own framing--culminating in the canard about the giant worm-guarded flower.

In the end, Discord claims this was all a test of Twilight's friendship, which is again a typical abuser thing to do. He reframes his malicious and cruel behavior as an achievement on Twilight's part, a way in which she can redeem herself for being a poor friend (when, of course, she is not his friend at all). He even tries to claim that he expected Twilight to enjoy being tested because she likes tests. This is both an attempt to excuse himself from blame for the events of the episode, and an attempt to establish dominance by positioning himself as someone who has the right to test Twilight the way, say, her mentor Celestia does.

So Discord is again thoroughly vile, and again the series refuses to acknowledge that Twilight has the option to choose not to be his friend in response. But nonetheless it is able to somewhat redeem itself by doing exactly what "Keep Calm and Flutter On" didn't: hold Discord accountable for his actions. Twilight is rightly furious when she learns Discord was faking being sick, and tells him so. More importantly, his efforts not only fail, but backfire: Cadance has a great time fighting the worm with Twilight, and then Discord becomes actually sick as a consequence. As Rarity says at the episode's end, he got what he deserved. Fluttershy is of course much kinder to him, but it is not enitrely clear that Fluttershy has a concept of "deserves."

Although the episode does not quite go far enough, it does at least ultimately acknowledge Twilight's right to set boundaries by having her tell off Discord and leave him to the care of someone who might actually want to help him. It further highlights this as a positive action by punishing Discord with real illness, acknowledging that he deserves it, and rewarding Twilight by having her day with Cadance go well after all.

This episode also serves to clarify Discord's behavior in "Princess Twilight Sparkle," placing both episodes in the context of "Keep Calm and Flutter On." Specifically, in both episodes Discord is still just as malicious as he has been since his introduction, but proceeds more subtly than in "The Return of Harmony." In both episodes he provides a cover story that makes his cruelty deniable, positioning himself as a trickster mentor rather than the trickster villain he actually is. In "Princess Twilight Sparkle" his cover story is that he is nudging Twilight toward understanding that she needs to work to maintain the same relationship with her friends as she had before her ascension; here it's that he is insecure and needs to prove Twilight cares about him. In both cases, however, his goal is simply to sow chaos in Twilight's life, most likely as revenge for the events of "The Return of Harmony."

It's becoming very clear that Discord needs a friendship lesson of his own, and of course Twilight providing him one--modeling for him how to be a good friend, making him (at least partially and temporarily) recognize how utterly self-centered and terrible of a friend he is--will be the crux of the season finale. It's unfortunate that, in setting this up, the show created the impression that Twilight is in any way obligated to teach him to become a better friend; it is dangerously close to the "I can fix him!" attitude that can so easily increase one's vulnerability to toxic and abusive people.

Next week: Some singer the target audience has never heard of. Heck, most of the bronies were born after his heyday. No, this one's clearly for the parents.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Kill la Kill Liveblog Chat Thingy!

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Friday, September 26, 2014

Autobiographical Story About Time Travel and Fairies

I put up the first part of this story quite a long time ago. I have made minor edits to that, and written the rest of the story, so this post is the full text.

I put aside the soldering iron and sat back to survey my work. It wasn't the neatest job I'd ever seen, but then, I'd never been much of a modder. Oh, just like everyone else I'd modded a PlayStation to play import games, but that was almost twenty years ago now, and I hadn't exactly done the neatest job back then, either.

The point was, it was finished and would probably work. If, of course, the website I'd ordered the mod chip from wasn't a hoax. I'd been burned before with seemingly legitimate websites that turned out to be much shadier than they looked, most recently picking up an HDMI to VGA adapter which turned out to be (a) illegal and (b) almost completely non-functional.

I was pretty certain the mod chip I'd just installed in my new camera wasn't illegal, because the tech was too new to be banned yet. I worried anyway, though I could no longer tell how much of that was due to legitimate concern and how much due to the inevitable jitters engendered by three days of high caffeine and low sleep.

Regardless, I put the back of the camera back on and screwed it into place. It was time. I turned the camera on. For a moment my heart froze in my throat, where it had decided to take up new residence, as the camera's screen stayed black a little longer than I expected, but then it booted up normally. I selected the little icon of the clock in a crosshairs and carefully picked my date and location. Then I pointed the camera and took a deep breath.

"Are you really sure you want to do that?" asked a high-pitched voice like the tinkling of tiny bells.

I looked up and around. A soft pink ball of light was hovering outside my window, where the sound had come from. As I stared, it tapped against the window pane with a gentle tink.

I blinked a few times. It was still there. Tink!

I walked slowly over to the window and bent down to examine the pink thing more closely. As near as I could tell, it was just a fuzzy pink ball of light. Tink! Tink!

"Will you let me in?" the ball demanded. "It's cold out here, and I think it's starting to snow!"

For lack of any better ideas, I opened the window and the thing darted inside. It darted about the room a few times, then zipped up into the air in the middle of the room. I got the sense it was trying to orient itself.

Then: "Aha!" went the bells, and it floated over to my desk, where it settled down next to the camera. The light began to fade, to reveal a slender woman about five inches tall, with mauve skin, a triangular face, and a large (for her size) shock of pink hair. A pair of antennae protruded from high on her forehead, and four iridescent dragonfly-like wings from her back. She could not be anything but a fairy.

"Great, I'm hallucinating from lack of sleep," I said.

"Quite possibly," she answered, "but that's not why I'm here. The Hallucination Fairy is a completely different division. I'm the Continuity Fairy."

"...the what?" I might as well play along. It's not like you can make hallucinations go away by ignoring them.

"The Continuity Fairy. Well, a Continuity Fairy, anyway." She pulled a tiny little index card out of--well, out of nowhere I could see, actually--and read from it. "We have detected a probability nexus resulting in retrotemporal distortion originating from this location in approximately twenty minutes, most likely resulting from abuse of a ThioTime (tm) brand future-sensitive camera. As the Continuity Fairy, it is my responsibility to ensure that such distortions do not occur." She smiled brightly and put the card away wherever it had come from. "So: don't do it, okay?"

"Um," I answered.

"Something the matter?" she asked.

"If you're the Continuity Fairy, how come you needed to read that off a card? Haven't you been doing this for millennia or something?"

She pouted. "If you must know, I'm on interoffice loan. I'm normally a Parking Fairy."

"A what?"

"You know, I cause open spaces in crowded lots, that sort of thing."

I pondered this a moment. "You must not be very good at your job."

She put her fists on her hips and leaned forward. "It's not my fault!" she tried to yell, though it came out as more of a squeak. "We've always been understaffed, and now with you, you... you mortals running around inventing Time Cameras and Time Tunnels and Time Machines,  half of us have had to move over to assisting the Continuity Fairy! Poor thing is so overworked her antennae are drooping!"

I held up my hands to ward her off. "Sorry, sorry!" I sat back in my chair and studied her a moment.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"Well, will you promise not to go back in time and muck up all our paperwork?"

I sighed. "Sorry," I said. "I have to."

"But why?" she pouted.

I sighed and looked at my workbench, meaning of course my living room, i.e. only, table, and at the camera sitting on it. "Things to fix."

She groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Of course," she said. "Look, try to understand this from our perspective, okay? These Time Cameras already have us overworked, what with you lot suddenly starting to photograph the past, forcing us to fix glitches you never would have noticed before. No, that's not enough, you have to start figuring out how to break the safeties and photograph the future, too! Yeah, to you it's just lottery numbers and TV spoilers, but to us it's total continuity violation, glitches everywhere, you have no idea how hard it is to fix!" Her wings vibrated angrily. "But the worst, the absolute worst, are you people turning them into time machines and gallivanting into the past to--wait, how did you even know how to do this? I thought we got that site shut down!"

I shrugged. "Wayback Machine. Didn't keep the diagrams, but it took maybe five minutes to find them on Pirate Bay."

"Dammit," said the fairy. "Look, what are you even trying to fix? It can't be that bad."

"My father died when I was thirteen," I said, flatly factual. Perhaps I should have been dramatic, angry or sad or bitter, but it's hard to get that worked up about something that's been true for two thirds of your life.

"Oh," she said. "Some kind of accident, or violence, and you think you can--"

"Cancer," I said.

"Cancer," she said back. "You're going to go back in time and cure cancer? Are you even a doctor?"

I shrugged. "No. But it was lung cancer. He was a smoker. I figure if I go back far enough, convince him to quit--"

The fairy sighed and folded her wings. Her antennae drooped a bit. "You never tried as a kid?"

"Well, yeah, but--"

"So you think some random stranger he doesn't recognize will do better? You think there's any chance he'll believe you if you claim to be his son?" She spoke softly, but there was an edge to the words. Her folded wings weren't vibrating, but the air around her seemed to be.

"I have to try!" I snapped.

The fairy made a sweeping gesture with her arm, as if to gather in my apartment, its tiny spaces, the mess, the shelves packed to overflowing with books, the tiny inflatable mattress on the floor. "Why? Because you blame his death for this?" Her voice rose. Despite its high pitch, there was no longer anything cute or small about it. "Because you think if you go back and make him not dead, you won't be alone? Won't be stuck? Won't live in a dump? You think you're the first person who thinks they know where there lives went wrong?"

"No!" I shouted back. My anger was the opposite of hers. As always, when I got angry, my voice got squeaky and my eyes stung. Anger made me feel as it always did, small, and vulnerable, and tired, and that just made me angrier. "Because he was my dad, and I loved him, and he was terrible! Because he was the gentlest, kindest, most loving man in the world on his meds but he never loved us enough to stay on them! Because I was terrified of him when he was off, and just as scared when he was on because he might go off! Because we were living in poverty and filth when he died and his insurance money was the only reason we got out!"

The fairy looked up at me curiously, her head tilted to the side, one antenna raised. "I don't understand," she said, soft again.

I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself. "Dad did more for me by dying than he ever did alive. I could never have gone to college, I'd never have my career, if he had lived." I couldn't hold it, the squeak and volume rose again, a physical pressure in my throat and behind my eyes. "What kind of son is better off without his dad? All this crap," I waved my own hand around the room, "is the best of all possible worlds, and that's wrong." I forcibly plopped back down in my chair at the workbench and reached for the camera.

"Wait!" she cried, flying over to me and hovering in my face, wings beating invisibly fast, like a hummingbird. "Listen! Don't you think this is what he wanted? For you to have a better life if something happened to him? Does having a good father make you a bad son?"

I shook my head. "You don't get it," I said. "He wasn't a good father. He was a well-meaning father who sucked at it for reasons outside his control, and knowing that is what makes me a bad son. I have to put things right."

"Please," she said. "Think about this. If he were here, would he want this? If you're doing this for him, think about him! And then, if you can honestly say to me that this is the right thing to do by him, the right way to honor him, then..." She sighed and settled down on the table. "Then I won't stop you. You can go ahead and change history and my sisters and I will just have to deal with the cleanup." She stepped aside and gestured to the camera. "So, can you? Can you truthfully say this is what he'd want?"

I picked up the camera and thought about my dad.

At least, that's what I'd like to say. But that'd be a lie.

The truth is, I picked up my camera and thought about thinking about my dad. I thought about missing my dad, and hating him, and being scared of him. I thought about the person I was and the person I became and the long, ugly road in between. I thought about what I owed him. I thought about how much worse my life would be if he were still around, and how much I loved him, and how much I hated thinking this way.

I thought about the things that live in us, wear our skins and smile with our faces, speak with our voices and think with our thoughts.

But I don't think I ever, in that long moment that stretched out between me and the camera and the small purple insectomammaloid, actually thought about my dad.

But I put down the camera. "I can't," I said.

The next day I visited dad's grave for the time since. He wasn't any less there than anywhere else, but the symbolism felt right.

I have had this story, its concept, its beginning and ending, in my head for the better part of a decade. In that time, I have written its beginning many times. This is the first time I have made it to the end.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Support for, concerns about #HeForShe

Edit: So as universalperson points out in the comments, Hugo Schwyzer is seriously awful an referring to him as a feminist ally is pretty inaccurate. On the other hand, I still stand by saying that he's the strongest one Good Man Project had--he talked the talk while acting horribly in private, as opposed to actively attacking feminism and feminists. 

So, you may have heard about a speech Emma Watson gave at the UN recently, in which she went out of her way to emphasize the ways in which patriarchy hurts men and invite men into the feminist movement. Part of the purpose of the speech was to announce the launch of a new UN campaign, #HeForShe, encouraging men to pledge to speak out against instances of sexism and misogyny in their communities.

And this is, net, probably a good thing, which is why I have signed the pledge. Plus, you know, I was doing it already, and, as I said on Twitter, if Emma Watson and Lauren Faust are telling you to do something, it is probably worth at least checking out.

But at the same time, I'm a little cautious. I remember when the Good Man Project sounded like a great idea, a way to help repair the very real damage patriarchy and kyriarchy do to men and, in the process, help gain men as allies against the kyriarchy.

It didn't work out that way. The year after its founding, the Good Man Project posted a series of anti-feminist articles by one of its founders, leading to the resignation of the strongest feminist ally among its regular contributors and resulting in its present state, a site where an article about the pain of being in "the friend zone" can share front page space with an article about using the pain of losing a friend to make one a better CEO, parenting and dating tips, but not a trace of politics, not a mention of, say, the behavior of men in creating #GamerGate or the moral obligation to not touch stolen nude pictures of celebrities or, I don't know, the launch of #HeForShe? The entire site is predicated on the notion that it is possible to be a "good man" in isolation, that men's issues can be separated from gender issues--that, in short, one can become a better man without thinking about women. And that's when it's not just being the watered-down diet version of the Men's Rights movement.

Because that's the thing: Yes, the patriarchy hurts men too. Hegemonic masculinity pressures men to avoid cultivating emotional intelligence, makes it difficult for them to form close friendships or seek help when in need. Male rape victims suffer the consequences of rape culture just as women do. Because the kyriarchy constructs masculinity as being about power, and particularly power over women, trans men are falsely seen as "starting as women" and barred from accessing that power or asserting masculinity; gay men are seen as unmasculine and threatening; men who do not particularly relish displays of power are seen as unmasculine and dispensable. Men are poisoned with false narratives and expectations about relationships, their place in the world, the source of their identity, and the nature of gender.

But all of this is collateral damage.

Supporting feminism because kyriarchy hurts men is like getting upset over a terrorist bombing because the resulting traffic jam made you late for work. Yes, that's a negative effect, but focusing on it is self-centered and narcissistic.

Women are the targets of misogyny and sexism. They are the ones who face it day in and out, who see all of it, not just the bits that happen to men. They are the ones who can see the enemy, who know the enemy, who have no choice about being in this fight, because they are the ones being directly attacked.

We men are necessarily on the sidelines. So we can help. We can support. We can take action, discuss theory, even, if invited to do so, offer advice. But it must be women that lead, because a feminism that forefronts men's concerns makes as much sense as a movement for racial equality that focuses on making whites feel better or a labor movement that emphasizes keeping managers happy; it's inherently self-defeating.

If you want to see what a movement looks like that primarily focuses on the ways in which patriarchy hurts men, look no further than the Red Pill on Reddit, if you can stomach it. Men feel as if they've been robbed of something they're entitled to, powerless, lost, purposeless, isolated because they've been taught by the patriarchy that their role is to exercise power, that certain emotions are "unmanly," that women are their property and birthright. They feel powerless because they expect power, lost, purposeless, and isolated because they are emotionally stunted and unable to form healthy relationships, and robbed because they've been lied to about what they're entitled to.

These are all problems that feminism can solve, because they're all collateral damage of the war on women: all stem from a system of gender relations that defines "man" as "wielder of power over women." But focusing on these problems puts the emphasis on the feelings of powerlessness and loss, pushing toward a "solution" of seeking to give men still more power over women. The result is to make the feeling being robbed worse, to stoke anger and resentment and hate. The result is MRAs and PUAs and, ultimately, rapes and mass shootings.

The focus, instead, needs to be on the underlying causes. Where feminism focuses on helping men, it needs to be about tough love--about helping men shed their entitlement, their expectations of power. Where feminism focuses on recruiting men, it should be about encouraging self-policing, about teaching men to teach men to be less entitled and to reduce unrealistic expectations of power. Then and only then can men work on healing the damage of patriarchy, after they've worked helping take it down.

And most importantly of all, men need to learn to help, not save. This is a theme I've hammered again and again in my analyses this past year, because it's important. There's a reason there's a degree of controversy over whether men should even call themselves feminists, whether it might not be better to refer to themselves as feminist allies, and it's because of the savior problem. Far too many men walk into feminist spaces because they want to Save the Women, imposing their own ideas--necessarily based on incomplete information, because no man experiences the entire reality of sexism as experienced by women--of what needs to be done, all in service of their own ego and self-image as a Good Person who will Rescue Those Poor People. It is a profoundly self-centered approach that infantilizes and dehumanizes the people one is seeking to save.

No, the proper role of men in a feminist movement is as helpers--our job is to say "What do you need?" and then either provide what's asked for or get out of the way. Not because of any fundamental difference between men and women, but because that is the moral way and only really workable way to get involved in another person's problems: to offer one's resources and then allow the person in need to decide how to use them.

And helping isn't easy. Trying to help is harder than trying to save. It means surrendering power and control, opening oneself up to rejection, and putting one's own feelings and wants and ideas about what's helpful second to the expressed needs of another person. Which is why, ultimately, I worry about #HeForShe in the long term. Getting involved in someone else's equality movement to benefit oneself seems like very much the wrong reasons. A man who supports feminism to help himself, or to feel better, or to get praised, is pretty much guaranteed to be doing it wrong--and an entire international movement of people doing it wrong could do real damage.

So yes, I signed the #HeForShe pledge. And yes, I do encourage other men to do it as well. But I also encourage you to focus on the ForShe part. This isn't HeForHe, isn't about our egos and our needs. To return to my rather strained earlier metaphor, this isn't about stopping traffic jams, it's about stopping bombings. If the traffic jam is what it takes to get you involved, so be it--but the traffic jams cannot be priority one. They cannot be a priority at all; you're just going to have to trust that the side effects will naturally fade as we tackle the core problem.

I don't normally do this, but I feel this is an important conversation that needs to happen as part of #HeForShe, so: Please consider reblogging, sharing, and linking to this post.