The Inner Workings of a Chibi.

Sports fans have caused actual riots, but people still take sports seriously. Boy band fans scream at concerts, and suddenly they’re “a spectacle of the natural world.” Things that are made for women, particularly young women, are automatically given less respect. Girls who get interested in comic books or video games or science fiction get called “fake geek girls.”

Magazines and television and advertisements tell teenage girls that they should like certain things, and then other magazines tell girls that they’re stupid for liking those things. Then magazines publish articles and TV shows run specials wondering why teenage girls don’t have better self esteem, like they didn’t make it that way.

There’s nothing wrong with teenage girls being enthusiastic about boy bands or (heaven forbid) having sexual feelings about the boys in boy bands. There is something wrong with the way that other people react to teenage girls and their interests.

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Boy Bands and Sexism: Can We Stop Hating Teenage Girls? (via brute-reason)

Real talk, the sports fans thing is so true. I grew up in Chicago and I remember the Bulls winning those six championship games. The amount of chaos on the streets was insane. Cars honking, people screaming, it was crazy. And it felt like it was literally the ENTIRE CITY. Like the entire city of Chicago decided to stop what they were doing to scream outside over a basketball game.

This is why when people point the finger at geeks for being “weird” to me it’s like, “Really?” I mean yeah, we stand outside for midnight launches but those are at least organized. It’s not typically common practice to stand on the sidewalk, have EVERY CAR IN THE CITY start honking while people shout POKEMON at the top of their lungs. Then have a giant goddamn festival at Grant Park like the president is coming to visit.

Same with concerts. At least that’s an organized setting. Or even if a celebrity visits a mall or something. It’s organized. The moment after the Bulls won the game? BEEP BEEP BEEP! That was the most disorganized shit ever. There’s a reason why we didn’t actually go into the city when that happened. We stayed by my mom’s apartment for a reason. There’s a huge difference between, “OMG THIS CELEBRITY IS COMING TO MALL OF AMERICA THE MALL IS GOING TO BE BUSY AS FUCK,” and, “THE BULLS WON LETS SHUT DOWN THE ENTIRE CITY AND DRIVE AROUND AND HONK OUR HORNS AND PARTY!” I’m not over-exaggerating. The entire city. As a whole. No matter what part you were in you were screaming.