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Stranger Genius Awards: Lit Showcase Reminder

Seattle! Just a reminder—in 2 weeks, I’ll be reading, confessing, telling amusing anecdotes, possibly crying, possibly dancing live on stage as part of the Stranger Genius Awards’ Literature Showcase at the Frye. Paul Constant is hosting. Click the title link to purchase your tickets!



Schedule Update

So I owe you guys an apology—several weeks ago, I decided I was going to have to skip SDCC this year (it’s the last 4 days of Ramadan, work and childcare schedules didn’t mesh, etc…the perils of celebrating off-season holidays and parenting small children). I told the organizers, but failed to inform YOU ALL! As a mea culpa, I am making this offer to those of you who were hoping to have stuff signed in San Diego: send whatever it was (up to 4 books per person) to Zanadu Comics here in Seattle, and I will sign it and send it back to you. (Via USPS media mail, unless you request something different.) Make sure to include a note if you’d like your book personalized.

Mail to: G. Willow Wilson, ℅ Zanadu Comics, 1923 3rd Ave, Seattle WA 98101

I will also be adding a couple of con dates in the fall: Rose City (Portland) in September and NYCC (Sat/Sun only) in October. I hope to see plenty of you there! Have fun in San Diego for me.



Chicks Dig Gaming: A Celebration of Gaming by the Women Who Love It

Very excited to join Mad Norwegian Press in announcing the November release of Chicks Dig Gaming, the latest in the Eisner Award-winning Chicks Dig anthology series, in which women discuss their experiences—good and bad—in the geek world. Essays by Catherynne M. Valente, Rosemary Jones and more! (In mine, I tell the harrowing true tale of how I came to love Massive Multiplayer Online games.) Click through the title link for details!



Free Comic Book Day Event: Seattle

Hello friends! This is a last-minute announcement, but I’ll be signing at Comic Stop (in the U District) tomorrow (Saturday, May 3) from 3-5pm. Come on by! I’ll have a few extra Carol Corps patches from the Emerald City Con event for sale too. 



Side Entrance

Whew! I’ve been on the road and/or at local conventions (hi, ECCC and Norwescon!) for most of the month, so I am late saying: Ms. Marvel #3! Out now!

If you were intrigued by the mosque scene in this issue, you must take a look at American Muslim activist Hind Makki’s amazing site, Side Entrance, which examines women’s spaces in mosques all over the world…the good, the bad and the ugly. Thanks largely to Hind’s project, the term “side entrance” (a reference to the separate and often unequal entrances for women in many mosques) has become shorthand for the complex gender dynamics at play in modern Islamic sacred spaces. (As someone who has had the privilege of exploring mosques in many different places, I have to say that North American mosques are—with a few notable exceptions—among the worst I have seen in terms of the access and dignity afforded to women. The best? Iranian mosques. By a LONG mile. The world is never as black and white as it seems…) 

We’ve been talking a lot about intersectionality in comics recently. I am consistently amazed by the similarities between conversations about gender representation/inclusion across cultural boundaries. Many of the debates about women’s roles in American mosques mirror those about women’s roles in American comics and geek culture. (Can men represent women’s interests in a sensitive and legitimate way? How much room do we need to make for women’s voices? What was wrong with the old way, if anything?) The same kinds of tactics—the idea that men, by virtue of an ages-old cultural monopoly, are more “authentic” practitioners (of religion, of fandom, of whatever) and women’s voices are therefore inauthentic and unnecessary—are often deployed by male gatekeepers in both cases. It seems like every day we get a fresh example of women in geek culture being “side entranced”—shut down by “real” male fans, sometimes with threats of violence, and told to accept the status quo. Ie, to stay on the girls’ side. The parallels are actually pretty striking. 

We are all pieces of each other. If there is one thing that writing Ms. Marvel has taught me so far, it is that. 



My 2014 Conference On World Affairs Schedule

Are you going to be in Boulder for the original, often imitated, never replicated, completely FREE and open to the public Conference on World Affairs? So am I. Click through the title link for my schedule. See you there!



Going to Emerald City Comic Con? Then come party with me and Kelly Sue the night before! RSVP now before the tix disappear!

Going to Emerald City Comic Con? Then come party with me and Kelly Sue the night before! RSVP now before the tix disappear!



NPR: What World Of Warcraft Can Tell Us About Race In Real Life

I just about die of happiness when I can read an ethnography of Azeroth on NPR.



In Defense (Sort Of) Of Randa Jarrar

Many of you may have read this incendiary piece by Arab-American writer Randa Jarrar that appeared on Salon this week, condemning white women who belly dance. It’s part of a series of essays by feminists of color curated by Twitterati darling Roxane Gay—and if you’re not following her, remedy that, because her reputation for 140-character wit is well earned. Jarrar’s piece is unabashedly—and to many people, perplexingly—furious, condemning without exception the white/western appropriation of raqs sharqi, “eastern dance,” the conglomerate of Mediterranean traditions we call belly dancing. White women, she says, should stick to their own art forms, and not attempt to achieve self-actualization “on Arab women’s backs.” 

This generalization is so bare of nuance that the The Internet took immediate offense. Various rebuttals have been published, pointing out that if everybody is required to stick to the artistic traditions of their own ethnic group, we’d have to take away YoYo Ma’s cello, get rid of all those fusion food trucks in LA, and tell Russian ballet dancers to hang up their toe shoes. (This response by Conor Friedersdorf in The Atlantic is probably the most eloquent; if you’d like a snapshot of the general reaction, I’d start there.) 

All these observations are true, and I myself am very wary of the ultraconservative, “everybody go back to their corner” attitude that has arisen recently in western postcolonial discourse. I understand why it exists, but it has the potential to cause great harm, not least because it operates under the false assumption that culture is a kind of science, and impure or problematic influences can be titrated out to achieve ethnic and cultural purity. This should be both familiar and alarming. (This attitude is, interestingly, more or less absent from the current postcolonial discourse in the Middle East—in other words, the very lands Randa Jarrar is talking about—where more globalist ideologies are taking root instead. The youth movements of the Arab Spring—which condemned western imperialist adventures while maintaining deep ties to parallel western youth movements—were a perfect example. But that’s another essay.)

However, and this is a BIG however, the criticisms of Jarrar’s article are themselves lacking in nuance. Arab culture is used and misused in very particular ways in the modern west, often to serve specific political agendas, so it’s dishonest to pretend YoYo Ma and a white belly dancer is an apples-to-apples comparison.

In 2007, when my husband and I moved back to the US from Cairo, where I had lived since the advent of Bush II, I was stunned, on a daily basis (yes, daily, that is not an exaggeration), by the level of anti-Arab sentiment in US media and pop culture. I assumed that things must have been getting better as we healed from 9/11, but in fact, they were getting notably worse. Arabic music in a movie meant that terrorists were coming. Arab women were everywhere—on book covers, as set dressing in films, milling around behind Intrepid Reports on location on CNN—yet they never spoke (though they sometimes wailed), their backs were always turned, and they were always covered up. There was nothing safe to watch on television. Even sitcoms that ostensibly had nothing whatsoever to do with the Middle East or Islam would use one or the other as a dig, a jab, the punchline of a joke. We finally canceled our cable subscription. We were essentially paying $50 per month for micro aggression.

Arab culture had become shorthand for barbarism. What is truly sad is that it seemed almost innocent—if you want to subtly cue a moviegoing audience for the entrance of a terrorist, of course you play Arabic music. We would never suggest that individual Arabs can’t be good people (of course not), but as a group, they are unredeemable. This was the message. It was so deeply embedded in the status quo that there wasn’t even any emotion surrounding it; it simply was.

The takeaway for Arabs in the west is that they should be careful about appearing too Arab. I have walked around in public with men wearing galabayyas and turbans; you should see the looks of sheer horror they occasion. In a thousand different ways, they are told that Arab culture is something to be overcome, not celebrated. So to wade into this psychological morass, extract one piece of Arab culture—belly dancing—and declare it clean and empowering, especially when you, a white woman, perform it, is indeed deeply problematic. I do not buy that the mainstream acceptance of belly dancing has somehow helped to normalize Arab culture as a whole. The very suggestion is laughable, if not insulting. I do not see how you could both own a television and hold this opinion. 

Does this mean white women should give up belly dancing? With respect to Randa Jarrar, I don’t think that would be fair or productive. But it would be great if there could be more awareness about where these lines are drawn, and what life is really like for Arab women (and particularly immigrant Arab women) in the current political climate. When you shimmy around a stage in a hip band and call yourself Aliya Selim and receive praise and encouragement, while the real Aliya Selims are shortening their names to Ally and wondering if their accent is too strong to land that job interview, if the boss will look askance at their headscarf, if the kids at school are going to make fun of their children, guess what: you are exercising considerable privilege. This is not an accusation or a judgment, it is a fact. You are not a bad person. But you owe it to the actual Aliya Selims to grapple with these issues in an honest way. Nobody is asking you to fix the world—just to look that privilege steadily in the face. That’s all. 



Updated Appearance Schedule

Look to the handy dandy sidebar on your left, and you will see a freshly updated slate of appearances for 2014. Live in Washington, California, Michigan or Colorado? Chances are, I will see you soon.