Women’s Magazines and Dystopian SF

I enjoy jokes about how surprising it is that hard-hitting Trump-era “defense of truth” journalism is coming out of women’s magazines. My favorite so far is the AV Club‘s recent comment that “the revolution won’t be televised, but it will come with perfume samples.”

However, I hope we’re winking hard, because this is exactly what we could have expected from women’s magazines – publications run by highly-educated feminists who manage ethnically diverse, multi-national staffs headquartered in New York.

Even if you don’t know about Cosmo‘s reproductive freedom campaigns in the 1960s, don’t remember when Vanity Fair revealed the identity of Deep Throat or eviscerated Roman Polanski or whistleblew on tobacco industry cancer coverups, and didn’t pay attention to Vogue editor Anna Wintour fundraising for Hillary, you could have picked up on this just by flipping through an issue in a waiting room any time in the last 20 years and noticing the pro-woman, pro-gay, left-leaning, globalist current affairs reporting in between the fashion spreads. Which was teased on the covers if you looked at the text instead of the airbrushed bodies.

On a similar note, “dystopian science fiction never prepared me for a resistance led by park rangers and teen mags” hahaha! I love it! But also, how did you miss the award-winning progressive SF that’s come out in the last 10 or 30 years? A lot of it is on the internet. We’ve had panel discussions at our conventions. I’ve thrown around the words “solarpunk” and “eco-futurism” a lot, if you paid attention.

Maybe you remember that you first heard about national treasure Chuck Tingle when he was nominated for a Hugo by proto-Deplorable (now in some cases actual Deplorables) troll groups the Sad Puppies and the Rabid Puppies, trying to discredit the “elites” who weren’t venerating the fantasies of straight white men the way they used to and were therefore not “fun” and shouldn’t count or be listened to. WE WARNED YOU ABOUT THESE GUYS.

Welcome to our boat. It’s a rough, leaky voyage, but we go places and see things and spear sea monsters.

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