I’ll be honest. This is not my first attempt at writing a blog. The reason why it didn’t work out for me before was… Well, I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to talk about. My rants would usually be inconsistent, depending on my moods. The non-existing writing schedule would soon dissipate and after a while I would just move on with my life. New project, new idea, go. I do however, hope that this time will be a little different. Mainly because at 23 I have a slightly better idea of what I think about the world. I have no illusions, or maybe I have many. I know my knowledge is very limited, but if people I admire allowed lack of experience to stop them from doing what they wanted to do, some of the greatest novels might never have been published. And the world would be a little sadder for it. I also finally figured out that writing is something that I really wish to dedicate myself to. It wasn’t an easy decision to make. The writing industry is probably one of the most challenging ones to enter right now. With the increasing number of people writing and publishing, and a decreasing number of people interested in reading, the competition is fierce. Fighting for the attention, when the attention span of an average adult is 8 seconds, can get a little too intense. But maybe that’s why it is so important to try? I don’t want to live in the world where all stories are shared in 140 characters or less. Maybe it’s the fear of change. Change is supposedly good for us, but is all change great? I don’t think it is. I would like to see my kids (if I ever have them) grow up in a world where books are not only seen in museums. I don’t want my kids to depend on other people’s imagination to be able to see stories that are being told. I would like them to be able to use their imagination. Especially since I’ve seen a couple of shows recently released for kids and I swear they are trying to make the little ones completely incapable of any sort of thinking. I mean, have you seen „Titans Go!”?
There is also another thing. The issue that actually pushed me to try and get into this whole blog scene. Since I wish to be a writer, I know I have to write. That’s the easiest step, though sometimes it seems like the hardest. Blogging is good practice, at least. But that’s besides the point. The thing is: in my desire to educate myself on the subject, I started researching and looking for people to look up to. I typed „best TV writers” in my google search engine. The list was long, but what I noticed and what put me up to this, was the fact that it consisted predominantly of men. It’s no secret that Hollywood is still very much dominated by men. And it upsets me. I find it hard to believe that women have no stories to tell or no talent to do so. Of course, some ladies did make it to the list: Jane Espenson, Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey and some others. The imbalance between the genders really stands out though. I thought to myself: „maybe it’s just a TV and film thing? Maybe it’s just Hollywood?” I thought that, knowing I would soon find it wasn’t just a Hollywood thing. After typing „best novelists of all time” I saw a similar disproportion. The ladies that made the list were the classics we all know about: Jane Austen, Bronte sisters, Virginia Woolf. Here at least Jane Austen made number one on the list, although I am not sure what puts a name in the front listing in a google search. It went further. I looked for bloggers. Quick link: 10 most inspiring bloggers in the world. ALL MEN. Really? You’re telling me that there’s not one female blogger out there who deserves to make that list? Are we all only capable of writing about fashion? Are our opinions and thoughts not inspiring? And who makes those lists? I want to know who decided that out of the gazillion blogs written by women none are inspiring enough to make that list? No way! I refuse to accept that! Women are not just fashionistas and we don’t just want to talk about boys.
To summarize my point: I would like to hear more female voices in the world of storytelling, before the art of writing becomes a thing of the past. And I wish to be one of the voices, heard in the narrative. Women have stories to tell. Women have personalities, imaginations and beating hearts. Women are educated and smart. Women need to be heard. If the majority of stories we see and read are told by men, it’s no wonder why so many struggle to understand women. We’re not portrayed as human beings. Most of the time women are plot devices, love interests, sexual objects, and hardly ever real people. If the stories we tell are all about boys and never about girls, is it any wonder, that kids grow up thinking: it’s a man’s world? After all, we all seem to agree, it would be nothing… Without a woman or a girl.
So, here’s my attempt at contributing to that. I’ll write to the best of my ability and do my best to get my voice heard, take full advantage of the opportunity that was created by those, who fearlessly fought for equal rights.
In all of this, I would hate to be seen as a raging feminist, so let me put a little disclaimer right here: I don’t hate men. I love them. I have a dad, I have a boyfriend and there’s many men that I look up to in my life. And my main focus isn’t going to be an issue of feminism. My main focus is still: telling stories and telling my story. My story just happens to be one of a girl living in a world that still belongs to men, who wishes to live in a world, that belongs to everybody.
Please share your thoughts with me! I love a good discussion. Plus, if you comment, that means you made it through this whole post and that’s impressive!