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Who wants to play Evolutionary Neuro Cognitive Research FAIL?

Let’s all imagine that we’re cognitive neuroscientists and we want to do some “research” about fanfic (why fanfic? nobody knows!) and see if we can get a bunch of womengurlz to support our pet theories about “the unified fabric of human desire” (whatever that is — ilithiana says plaid). Because you can totally tell stuff about brain function from hacked-together surveys on Appspot.

What will we put on our survey? Here are my questions.

1. What sex are you?
a) Man. 100% manly man. GRRR.  
b) Female. *teehee*  
c) Confused.

2. Which statement do you agree with? Choose one:
a) I love cock!
b) All men are heterosexual.
c) One day my prince will come, and he will be Edward Cullen.

3. Which best represents your fanfic reading habits?
a) I fulfil my personal fantasies by inserting myself into fictional scenarios.
b) Because of my sexual inexperience, I read fanfic as research about boys.
c) I read fanfic because I am into depraved kinks like homosexuality and bandom.

Jonquil (who, incidentally, is kicking bottoms and taking names on this one — check recent entries on her journal) suggested via IM:

4. Will you please tell me about your sexual practices? With pictures?

If you need inspiration, check out this transcription of the 70-question survey. Remember, nothing you suggest will ever be reviewed by an IRB, so you can ask anything.

See also: Ten steps to a perfect fanstorm at Hoyden About Town, unfunnybusiness roundup, linkspam roundup on DW, high-larious Ogi/Sai badfic slash (NSFW).

Photo credit: innocentsmith @ dreamwidth

Credit: innocentsmith @ dreamwidth

In conclusion: fandom, I love you. You are smart and funny and don’t take shit from anyone — especially not cave-dwelling neanderthals posing as scientists.

quick hits: enterprising women (see what i did there?)

One of my formative geek experiences was watching Star Trek with my Dad, so when the reboot came out this summer I watched it with a huge mob of friends and a childlike glee. That moment where a young James Tiberius Kirk looks out over the Iowa cornfields to what will become the USS Enterprise? The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Zoë Saldaña’s kickass reinvention of Uhura was another big part of that delight. I was a bit surprised to find that not everyone shared my neo-Uhura love, and greatly relieved when Rebellious Jezebel and Rawles laid out strong arguments in favour.

Much more problematic (=bullshit) were the characterizations of Kirk’s and Spock’s mothers, both swiftly consigned to refrigerators to give Our Heroes matter on which to brood. You may imagine how much I appreciated Latropita’s open letter to Winona Kirk: “Who wouldn’t want to hear your stories?” That plaint inspired a whole LJ community, Where No Woman, dedicated to those untold stories.

In her provocative and memorable meta-fic, Bravecows reminds us that however shiny our future may be, our stories will not all be the same.

“Don’t think I don’t believe in Starfleet,” said Sharanjeet. “I think our kind of job is very important also. But a lot of you young people just come in thinking about all the holo-movie you see. You think you’re going to have adventure like all the starship captain you hear about. You don’t really know what to expect. But you know, when you come onboard a Starfleet ship and the computer cannot understand your accent, you really have to start to wonder.”