The State of Linkin Park
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, March 29th, 2012 at 07:35 PM (3961 Views)
Sometimes being a girl in a predominantly male fandom rather and truly sucks. Being a girl with a fair amount of talent in a predominantly male fandom with predominantly male writers is just as worse. It seems lately I'm just getting attacked wherever I go because either because I have no luck or because of my gender.
For example we temp ban a member, who should have honestly been temp banded a while back, and I'm the one who gets called a Jackboot wearing Nazi on another forum. Then I get chewed out after I defended this person in the past because I had to make a tough call. The other three mods don't hear nary a thing, but me. The only female mod out of the bunch.
Then I state in the fanficiton contest (more on that pony show later) after the first round of results were posted that characterization should have had its own category in judging. After that I found out, from a source I trust far more than said judge, that a judge went back and knocked my original score down by half. Like right after I said that. Way to be fair.
The more and more I think about it, the more I wonder why I'm still here.
I mean, there are other girls in the fandom who are adored. Like Koto and Beam. So am I just that unlikable?
Do I suck that much?
After the past three weeks I'm starting to think yes.
Maybe I'm just over stressed. I keep getting mandatory overtime at work which gives me no time to do anything at home other than clean and laundry. Last weekend Lavender was visiting Roadbuster and I, and I had to forego a road trip to somewhere I would have liked to gone for the fact I haven't gotten to work on anything in weeks.
Maybe its the other people who are the problem. Like the petty gesture I just mentioned. Not to mention the utter and rank arrogance of a couple of people involved in the Pony Show known as the Beast's Lair Fanfic contest.
Or maybe I really don't belong anywhere.
I'm tempted right now to quit. Call a meeting of the mods and give my resignation. I'm not, yet, but I'm tempted to.
Or maybe I should go write something really self-indulgent and fun for me and say the hell with everything else.