Note: This post contains cussing.
The post I wrote a couple of days ago, about wanting women to embrace their awesome, does not exist in a vacuum, and thank whatever you hold holy. Largely unbeknownst to me at the time, a Claim Your Awesome movement has exploded.
YES. It is about goddamn time.
Yesterday, I discovered Kate Harding's post on an encounter with a friend where they both accepted compliments without modesty, aware of how radical this was. Today I read synecdochic's post on modesty as a dirty word, which includes a number of other links, some of which celebrate women claiming their awesomeness, and others that criticise the movement as encouraging vanity.
But even unaware of these contributions, I did not write that post independent of other women. I had read Sady fucking Doyle claiming her incredible awesomeness in the face of a moronic fauxminist dude, and then noting that of course that she had received backlash for that. Women aren't supposed to acknowledge or revel in their own power, accomplishment and authority, or state that they are good at things without demurral or qualification.
What Sady wrote stuck in my head, and I noodled on it, and then my friend Sarah, of whom you have heard tell, pointed me to a post (which I won't link to because I don't think this person needs the possibility of the internet dumping on them) where someone bemoaned the state of women in fiction. The writer noted that there are very few fictional women who openly claim their awesomeness without being punished. I was nodding along, until the poster concluded (and I paraphrase) "and I think that's why I write men in my fic."
That's how badly the world let her down.
I sat up straight in my chair.
"WHAT?" I said, out loud. The sound of my voice in the empty house startled me, but I said it again, louder. "WHAT? That is IT. I have HAD ENOUGH."
And that is how I started writing that post, which I did in five minutes of finger flying fury, until it got to the part where, I knew, I would have to note my own awesomeness as an example to all.
Then I slowed right down.
This is how that paragraph looked originally - in my head, not on the screen. I remember it very clearly, because of the shame and anxiety that attached itself to saying, "I am great, and here's how".
Patriarchy: in my brains, killing my awesome.
I know I was not alone in hesitating, in having to fight very hard against those qualifications, the dreaded "even thoughs" of "I am great BUT NOT THAT GREAT please don't think I am bragging I am sure most other people in the world are way greater than me please don't hate me for being such a boastful wench." I know several people had trouble posting on that thread, because they said so - and then they did it anyway, because they are AWESOME.
Saddest of all, I have seen people respond to the claiming of awesome movement by protesting that truly awesome people don't need to claim their awesomeness. Truly awesome people are so awesome that they can be humble.
Well, I am a truly awesome woman who does need to claim it. Because I need the reminder.
There is basically no chance that I will ever forget that I am not perfect, that I do many things badly, that I have made terrible decisions and failed at many goals. I don't need to practice humility; downplaying my achievements is my default state.
But, despite the, I say with no modesty whatsoever, overwhelming evidence in favour of my awesomeness, I forget that I am awesome all the time.
Long live the Claim Your Awesome movement! For as
ayamizuno notes in the comments to my first post, "this many ladies knowing that they are awesome, and even saying it in front of other people, is the equivalent of dropkicking patriarchy in the face."
And that? Is awesome.
The post I wrote a couple of days ago, about wanting women to embrace their awesome, does not exist in a vacuum, and thank whatever you hold holy. Largely unbeknownst to me at the time, a Claim Your Awesome movement has exploded.
YES. It is about goddamn time.
Yesterday, I discovered Kate Harding's post on an encounter with a friend where they both accepted compliments without modesty, aware of how radical this was. Today I read synecdochic's post on modesty as a dirty word, which includes a number of other links, some of which celebrate women claiming their awesomeness, and others that criticise the movement as encouraging vanity.
But even unaware of these contributions, I did not write that post independent of other women. I had read Sady fucking Doyle claiming her incredible awesomeness in the face of a moronic fauxminist dude, and then noting that of course that she had received backlash for that. Women aren't supposed to acknowledge or revel in their own power, accomplishment and authority, or state that they are good at things without demurral or qualification.
What Sady wrote stuck in my head, and I noodled on it, and then my friend Sarah, of whom you have heard tell, pointed me to a post (which I won't link to because I don't think this person needs the possibility of the internet dumping on them) where someone bemoaned the state of women in fiction. The writer noted that there are very few fictional women who openly claim their awesomeness without being punished. I was nodding along, until the poster concluded (and I paraphrase) "and I think that's why I write men in my fic."
That's how badly the world let her down.
I sat up straight in my chair.
"WHAT?" I said, out loud. The sound of my voice in the empty house startled me, but I said it again, louder. "WHAT? That is IT. I have HAD ENOUGH."
And that is how I started writing that post, which I did in five minutes of finger flying fury, until it got to the part where, I knew, I would have to note my own awesomeness as an example to all.
Then I slowed right down.
This is how that paragraph looked originally - in my head, not on the screen. I remember it very clearly, because of the shame and anxiety that attached itself to saying, "I am great, and here's how".
I am Karen Healey and I am awesome. Today I helped out friends who needed help with movingeven though I left before a lot of my friends and I feel bad about being so lazy. I came home and made a cake with a fantastic rum-chocolate ganachebut the cake itself was pretty dry and I should have paid more attention to the recipe, I'm an idiot. I then sat on the couch and read a bookinstead of doing all the work I have lined up. I am very proud of my reading skills. They are excellent, and so am Iwhen I am not lazy, dumb, prejudiced, boring, offensive, and scatty.
Patriarchy: in my brains, killing my awesome.
I know I was not alone in hesitating, in having to fight very hard against those qualifications, the dreaded "even thoughs" of "I am great BUT NOT THAT GREAT please don't think I am bragging I am sure most other people in the world are way greater than me please don't hate me for being such a boastful wench." I know several people had trouble posting on that thread, because they said so - and then they did it anyway, because they are AWESOME.
Saddest of all, I have seen people respond to the claiming of awesome movement by protesting that truly awesome people don't need to claim their awesomeness. Truly awesome people are so awesome that they can be humble.
Well, I am a truly awesome woman who does need to claim it. Because I need the reminder.
There is basically no chance that I will ever forget that I am not perfect, that I do many things badly, that I have made terrible decisions and failed at many goals. I don't need to practice humility; downplaying my achievements is my default state.
But, despite the, I say with no modesty whatsoever, overwhelming evidence in favour of my awesomeness, I forget that I am awesome all the time.
Long live the Claim Your Awesome movement! For as
And that? Is awesome.
- Current Music:Can't Stop - Maroon 5

Comments
This post is so awesome, it needs a
(though i respectfully disagree that the original poster of that other post meant to say "that's why i only write men!" though obviously if that's how multiple people took it, then the point stands on its own. and clearly lots of other people have made it before, even if not then. SIGH. )
(I may have had rather too much coffee and too little sleep. But this topic really does excite me.)
*Although I suspect that may be because she's genuinely more awesome than everyone else, and not purely for patriarchy-kicking purposes.
As the daughter of a feminist academic historian, I approve :)
Who created this word, because they are awesome?!
(Also so's your original post, to which I didn't respond due to a) lack of time and energy and b) that same ingrained "be modest!" thing which meant that it would take a while to overcome my internal editor's complaints about how I was phrasing my awesomeness. But this is how awesome I am: I've just cooked my third proper dinner in as many days and have practised my singing about 5 days in the last week and held up despite being the only soprano in the choir two weeks running and at work am clawing my way up from lack of energy due to the Evil Change Proposal. Also am plugging away at the Annoying Revision. And other stuff of awesomeness but I have to go catch a bus now.)
I am awesome because I sent my draft dissertation to my supervisor yesterday and it has some cool ideas in that are entirely mine and I am awesome because I looked after my friends who were working out that they weren't going to date, while still having an AWESOME time at the ball we were at at the time. And I am awesome because I danced in the street on May Morning and I am awesome because I had the guts to ask to change my tutorial time so I could spend the bank holiday having quality with my boyfriend.
That was still really hard to write. I feel like such a fraud, because it was not pure awesome at all. I think I need to Claim my Awesome every day to encourage myself into positive thinking.
I found writing my tag incredibly hard, but also very empowering. And I was so pleased that a couple of people replied to it, endorsing what I had said. It made the day that little bit better.
Thinking about it, I don't think I got the "No girls can't revel in awesome!" beatdown growing up because I was too depressed to acknowledge any sort of awesome in myself in the first place. So now I'm on meds and I can crow all over the damn place. (Other than in aforementioned creative endeavours, where my desire for Nothing Less Than Perfection leads me to never feel awesome. >_>;)
OK THAT'S MY AWESOME LIFE STORY
Secondly, how serendipitous. Yesterday someone asked what I was doing that afternoon. I replied that I had critiques to do for my writing group, which is a lot of work but I like it, and I'm really good at it. And everyone at once said, "wow, and humble, too." And I made noises and looked embarrassed, and then later, on my own, I suddenly sat up. I AM good at it. I am HELPFUL TO OTHERS. I am SKILLED. I have worked hard to hone my critiquing skills. Why should I be ashamed of claiming that for myself? I spend enough time feeling inadequate. When I KNOW I'm good at something, when I know I did something well, I'm going to goddamn say so.
Thirdly, YOU ARE AWESOME. In many ways, but the one I wanted to mention was that I used to follow your Girls Read Comics blog, and it is why I started calling myself a feminist. Also why I started reading comics. Both are joyful and infuriating things. So thank you.
And a good critic is amazing. Thank you for adding that to the world - we need more awesome people like you!
It gave some good examples of backhanded compliments:
"You look great -- for a fat guy."
"That dress looks better on you every year."
And also of hearing compliments wrong. One woman mistook "I would never have guessed you were pregnant," (not a great choice of compliment in the first place) as first, "You thought I was just fat?" and then "Wait, does that mean I'm not big enough?"
So...
Ms. Healey, you have written a most interesting book, which I plan to review once I have read it a second time. I also plan to lend it to my 13-year-old niece.
I hope the above was not uncomfortable to receive. It was certainly a pleasure to give, AND true!
(Because a thank you and a raise are two very different, but both very important, things that awesome people deserve.)
[BONERS.]
i actually think i can sing not only pretty well to maroon 5 (which you had listed as your current music) but to just about anything.
i took the SAT for the first time, as a 14 year old, and tested in the top ten percent.
i totally rocked out to Queens of the Stone Age earlier today, and know i can dance.
and then i baked cookies. they're really yummy, like all my cookies.
a couple nights ago, i did a hundred sit-ups in a row. i've never been able to do that before.
i also did a hundred push-ups, and don't care that i can't yet do them all in a row: i can still do them.
i may have my hair in a bun today, but it's a pretty color of brown, curly, and goes down to my belt.
i don't care if the style is short and sleek.
i like my smile, and think my crooked teeth give my mouth personality; i don't want the same mouth as everyone else.
i know who i am, and like what i see in the mirror.
i don't care that your sexist, shallow patriarchy wants to make me apologize for my smarts, or my deep voice, or my pretty form, and try to fit myself into the constraints of what you see as an acceptable woman.
because i am not acceptable.
i am awesome