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Not to begin every post with “so,” but....

So. Business cards.

A friend of mine (also a writer, but like a *writer*-writer, not a noob) has practically been giving glory to business cards since she bought a couple hundred of them last year. I didn’t believe in their usefulness, though, even after I bought a pack (and abandoned them at home, where they would forever be exchanging information with my countertop), until I was offered a job. A real, honest job offer for a writing gig by an acquaintance. Unfortunately, this job offer occurred at work five minutes before closing, and there was a whole rushed scramble for pen and paper that probably exposed me as the crazy person I am and ruined my chances at getting the job. Alternate business card-wielding universe? I would’ve pulled a card out of my pocket and handed it to him. Just like that. So smooth. So cool.

But the real question is: why didn’t Job Offering Acquaintance Guy have business cards?

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So, this week I went to a comic book store for the first time—despite having been a fan of graphic novels for the largest slice on the pie chart of my life—with a strange case of nerves. It’s a pretty well established fact that there is still discrimination against women in the graphic novel industry, especially when it comes to big publishers like Marvel, D.C., and Darkhorse. Nevermind the objectification of female characters (which is another Big Issue in itself), I mean the fact that women are made to fell unwelcome in the industry at every level, and are required, like some sort of secret password in the cliched childhood treehouse, to prove that they know every detail about their favourite characters, down to the colour and material of Batman’s socks when his parents famously bit the bullet, before being treated, well, worthy. Admittedly, there has been a lot of progress made in recent years, but for a casual (read: not obsessive, but still loyal) fan, it’s tough to fight back against the hopefully rare comic book store employee who manages to recommend every book with a female protagonist in a bubblegum pink catsuit, even though the store is dangerously stuffed from laminate floor to browning ceiling tiles with towers of print in every genre possible. He doesn’t talk or smile anymore when I go to pay for my copy of Straczynski’s “Superman Earth One, Volume Three,” I guess because I wasn’t swayed by his suggestion of the volume of “Gwenpool” in which the main villain is a kissing fiend. Oh, well.

Fashionable Brainiac did a really great post on their blog on the subject of sexism in the comic book industry:

https://fashionablebrainiac.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/sexism-in-the-comic-book-industry/

(No offense to any “Gwenpool” fans!)

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Hi, all!

I’m Bee, apsiring writer and thinker of thoughts—some of which I may even write about here! Stick around, and you’ll get weekly writer “noob” main course, with a dash of unwanted opinions about anything and everything.

Hopefully we learn something along the way!