I hang out in a lot of boys clubs. I guest on a few podcasts all comprised of male voices. I do stand up comedy in rooms full of dude comedians. I write for a few publications that feature articles written by men. I leave the house, bros galore.
That last sentence was a bit of a hyperbole. But I think you get the point.
What I’m trying to say is I often times feel displaced when I am doing stuff I love. I feel like a novelty. Like I don’t belong. A girl floating in a sea of boys. There are many aspects in my hobbies and extracurriculars that make me feel like there is so much more I can be doing to pave the way for other gals. It’s only been in the last year I’ve become aware of “gender gaps” and “misrepresentation” and “unfairness” in regards to women in our culture. I want nothing more than to smash the doors on all the boys clubs and make way for other women to come in and feel like they can come in and hang up their coat. But I’m not alone. My surprising companion in this endeavor? Salt Lake Comic Con.
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