Wenn männliche Autoren ihre weiblichen Protagonisten beschreiben, kann es mitunter tragisch werden. Nicht umsonst gibt es den „Bad Sex in Fiction“-Award, der jährlich an Autoren vergeben wird, die besonders schwitzige Erotik-Szenen in ihren Romanen untergebracht haben. Der geht zwar bisweilen auch an Frauen, aber die überwältigende Mehrheit der Preisträger ist immer noch männlich.
Auf Twitter erzählte die Schriftstellerin Gwen C. Katz vor einigen Tagen, wie genervt sie über eine Online-Diskussion von Männern zum Thema Diversität in der Literatur war. Einer von ihnen habe die Notwendigkeit der Repräsentation von Autorinnen mit dem Argument abgelehnt, ihm persönlich sei es schließlich absolut möglich, eine Geschichte aus der weiblichen Perspektive zu schreiben. Und dabei so authentisch zu sein, dass man quasi keinen Unterschied zur Arbeit von Frauen erkennen könne.
Katz postete daraufhin trocken einen Ausschnitt aus dem Oeuvre des Menschen, und naja, wie soll man sagen... es ist eher unwahrscheinlich, dass eine Frau sich jemals in ihrem Leben so beschrieben hätte.
Zunächst hatte sie vermutet, es handle sich dabei um einen alten Witz, den sie einst auf Tumblr entdeckt hatte.
Die Twitter-Userin Whitney Reynolds machte aus diesem Trauerspiel das einzig Richtige: eine Twitter-Challenge. Sie forderte den weiblichen Teil von Twitter dazu auf, sich so zu beschreiben, wie es ein männlicher Autor tun würde.
new twitter challenge: describe yourself like a male author would— Whitney Reynolds (@whitneyarner) 1. April 2018
Unzählige Frauen folgten diesem Aufruf und die Ergebnisse sind unfassbar lustig. Die Frauen fanden die allerblumigsten und -obstigen Worte für ihre Erscheinung, mit besonderem Fokus auf Hintern und Brüste. Und Haare. Und Lippen. Da beben die Lenden!
She had wide eyes that seemed to take in the world like she was waiting for an explanation, petite and fragile, with a short crop of dark hair and bright purple lips. She hummed to herself with her headphones in and he decided to take a chance and ask what she was listening to.— miss shelly the dragon wrangler (@ShellyOneida) 1. April 2018
Carolyn was old. Not sure how old, doesn’t matter, too old for the likes of me. And fat. Wore glasses. No makeup. It’s like she gave up trying to be attractive for men. Or women. Whichever. I’m not sexist.— LJ Breedlove (@LJBreedlove) 1. April 2018
She may have won a Nobel in her day, but she sure was nothing to look at.
Let me see that— jae poupon (@jaevalerio) 3. April 2018
little lacy blue number, that graced her tanned, slim hips. The thin fabric disappeared between two immaculately-shaped globes of flesh that he couldn’t wait to worship, if she only knew how much he wanted to. He merely stared from afar and hoped she noticed him.
She had a mane of dark curls and an ass shaped by a loving god, but the faint lines around her eyes and the bourbon in her hand spoke of complication and baggage beyond his abilities. His attention shifted past her to the 25-year-old blonde two seats down.— yet another Sarah (@solidbee) 1. April 2018
Her face was a different story. It was that of the nerdy, but sarcastic best friend. It was hard to reconcile a body for upstairs behaviour with a face made for sharing jokes & quips about Mystery Science Theatre 3000.— YourFavBlackAuntie (@greendoondoon) 1. April 2018
She caught my eye in a peripheral sort of way; just enough that I noticed her form in the background. Upon inspection, her tight frown and standoffish demeanor invited me to skate my eyes away from her in discomfort. Moments later, she was completely erased from my memory.— Alicia Mestre (@aliciamestre) 1. April 2018
She had ham hocks for arms. She looked as if she could tear appendages off if improperly inspired. I only peeked surreptitiously at her reflection like one might spy on a gorgon. Pretty but intimidating she made my testicles shrink at the thought of direct conversation.— Gabrielle-illuminati High Priestess (@Minervasbard) 1. April 2018
When I looked at her I saw a woman who had once been beautiful. I could tell by gazing into her eyes that she, too, mourned for her lost youth and the promise her beauty afforded her. It makes sad to see an older woman. They've nothing left.— (((Lisa Solod))) (@lisasolod) 1. April 2018
She stood in front of the mirror & ran her hands down her naked body. She could be beautiful. If only she was ten years younger, twenty pounds lighter, & had larger breasts. She sighed. She should have paid for a boob job instead of all that ice cream. But it was too late now.— Isla (@Isla_McMahon) 1. April 2018
She had never taken any steps to be attractive to men. In fact, she dressed with the practical flair of a middle aged man. Her car and other choices would have put her firmly in that demographic. Nevertheless, she claimed to be a heterosexual, despite her refusal to conform.— Siobhan Lydon (@SiobhanLydon) 1. April 2018
"She was adorably clumsy to the point where I was starting to question if she actually knew how to walk, but because her well rounded, apple shaped, perky yet dangling breasts jiggled while she tripped for the 30th time that day, I knew... I had to have her."— Shelby Young (@shelby_young) 1. April 2018
"Her hair was the color of sunshine, and her eyes were as dark as her soul. She was small, but what she lacked in height she made up for in the cleavage that dipped beneath her button-up flannel. She was a lesbian, of course, but maybe I could change her mind."— Skye Yvonne. (@HeySkyeYvonne) 1. April 2018
She Isn't beautiful like women in magazines, but her Eyes and her Simple Smile tells the story in her heart. Her way of listening like you were the only person in the room. She is beyond beautiful.— Lacie ChainD #FBR (@ChainLacie) 1. April 2018