Being a Woman
I was starting to pull together the Friday Blog Roundup, and I was going to share a non-IF post there but decided midway through the paragraph that the post needed to be pulled out to stand on its own.
Because it’s that important.
Emily Short’s Interactive Storytelling has a post that has affected me deeply. It starts out about the game Her Story but don’t be turned off by her promise of spoilers. Yes, there are spoilers, but they’re pretty weak ones if you aren’t deep into the game yet. And you can skip ALL the spoilers if you jump 10 paragraphs down to the paragraph that begins, “So what truth did I see in all this? I think: the social mutability of self, which is something that everyone inevitably experiences.”
At that point, this post veers far away from Her Story into the most astute capturing of what it means to be a woman in certain situations.
I read it… and sobbed. Because it felt so immediately true. Because it put into words something I’ve experienced. Because it put into words something I’m grappling with right now. Because it is about being female in the work place and female at school and female on the Metro. Because even if you’re not a gamer, you will recognize the scenario she describes in some other context.
She writes, “And it’s also hard not to wonder, what am I doing wrong here? Women get told a lot – maybe men do too? – that people will treat you the way you let them treat you.”
It was a post I not only needed to read, but it came to me at the perfect time. Perhaps you will feel the same way about it, too.
It doesn’t offer a perfect solution. But somehow, reading someone else’s experience and thinking “me too,” was enough for this morning.