In Which I Solicit Your Opinions On Fandom

Guess which fandom I belong to

More specifically, passing beloved fandoms down to youths (or, conversely, failing to do this! What happens when your fandoms just don’t TAKE? How does that make you FEEL?)

 

 

 

From my Facebook plea:

Friends! Nerds! Countrywomen! (and also dudes i ~guess~) ūüėČ

 

I’m writing an article for The Learned Fangirl on passed down fandoms, and I wanted to know if you’re interested in being interviewed! Doesn’t have to be your kid, just has to be *a* kid — your little sibling, your cousins, kids you babysit for. I’ll take any and all fandoms (right now I’ve got people for Doctor Who, Marvel comics, and Star Wars, but I’m into duplicates) and I just wanna know things like

 

  1. ¬†How did you get into this fandom (how old were you; if it’s a fandom that’s been around for a while, did someone you looked up to get you into it?)
    2. What was your padawan’s initial reaction to the show/movie/comic book (you see what i did there)
    3. How do you address the more ~problematic~ elements of a given fandom with impressionable young minds, particularly from a feminist standpoint? (Moffat’s fuckery on DW, the Leia slave girl bikini thing; the dearth of diversity and representation in general, WHY ISN’T THERE A FEMALE DOCTOR YET)
    4. Does experiencing your fandom with a newbie change things for you?
    5. What fandomy things do you do together? Cosplay? ComiCon? Do you write fan fiction together? Or write your own comics?

PLZ AND THANK U

Reach out to me at christinatesoro@yahoo.com if any of this appeals to you!

gyno horrorshow

Hey, look. I’m quoted in Women’s Heath Magazine!

Some other fun things that are cervix adjacent:

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Welcome to the Hellmouth

welcome to the hellmouthSo, as¬†some of¬†the nerdier parts of the Internet have been crowing, today is the 18th anniversary¬†of¬†“Welcome to the Hellmouth”, the first ever episode of my very favorite show¬†Buffy the Vampire¬†Slayer. It wasn’t the first episode I ever saw; that was “Hush” when I was in sixth grade, and I was so scared after seeing the Gentlemen floating around eviscerating people that I didn’t watch BtVS for a full two weeks after that.

But I couldn’t stay away long, and I spent probably the next two weeks yelling at my parents until they let me catch up with the rest of the show. (They thought it was too violent, and too sexy.) I’d been banished from watching Xena for the very same reason, and as a young and helpless eight year old, I’d played by the rules; I’m only now catching up on¬†Xena on Netflix. Buffy was already in Season 4 by the time I encountered it, though, and by then I was a teenibopper hellion; they would have had to pry BtVS out of my cold dead hands. Instead, my dad relented on the condition that we watch it¬†together,¬†which if you ask me is a pretty excellent parenting technique. I still don’t know if I ever want spawn of my own, but I can honestly say that watching¬†BtVS for the first time with a future daughter puts a pretty big¬†tick in the pro-column.

Look at this creepo.

*immediately runs off to read a horrifying birth story about calcium-leaching placentas and episiotomies*

YEAH NO.

ANYYYYYWAY. Like any true Scoobiestan, I have the entire box set of BtVS on DVD. I also have Seasons 1-4 on DVD, separately, because I started buying them separately with my allowance in high school, and then I got a real job like a grown up in college and was just like FUCK IT, why not have roughly 1.5 box sets.

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