I was a geek, I was a weirdo, I had rainbow hair. Hence I decided to turned my passions into my life's work. To preserve history and its products for the future. Showing how myths from the past are used to express our current frustrations. Promoting the work done by the women that went before me. I am the daughter of the feminist movement, a child of the '80's, and the victim of it's economic policies. I was raised to believe that the world would become a place of equality, through the consumption of sci-fi and fantasy. I am not define by my sex, but that does not mean I do not enjoy it. Through my eyes, something once used to objectify, can now be seen as an exercise of control of female sexuality, to which I think Betty held most dear. Despite current attitudes, I continue to believe and always will hope. I dream of Clara Bow, dance to Stevie and Tori with Rhiannon and the sidhe, headbang to Lacuna Coil, and cry with Patsy Cline. I envy Dita and sometimes pretend to be her. Waterhouse fills my vision, making myths truly immortal. Though my student loans may ever be my downfall, when I fall, I shall crawl.
“It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation.”
― Jack Kerouac
