Men

Dear Men,

I've been sitting here for the past couple weeks trying to think of my greatest female role model so that I could write a fan letter to her. Well, I realized that I have very few female role models. Marti Noxon, Amy Sherman-Pallidino, Thelma Schoonmaker, Sandra Oh, and maybe a few others. I'm sure I'll get around to writing fan letters to these women, but every time I sit down to write I find myself writing to men.

Of course, there's the hotness factor to consider. Zachary Quinto's eyebrows, Neil Patrick Harris' voice, Jimmy Fallon's fake Boston accent. If those were clues on Pyramid I'd have to assume the answer was things that I think are hot. I may have immense respect for the talents these men possess, but the hotness could be, at least, a contributing factor.

Still, when I think about my favorite movies, books, television shows, theater, and songs, the creators are almost always men. I count as my heroes Joss Whedon and Aaron Sorkin, Tom Robbins and Ernest Hemingway, Pete Townshend and John Darnielle.

The feminist in me (which granted occupies a very small part of my psyche), wants to say that the talents of women have been suppressed by the hegemonic patriarchy. However, right now I'm reading Fear of Flying (Erica Jong), and I'm not really enjoying it. So, I have to admit that the ground was broken a while ago and that the feminist perspective seems not to appeal to me that much.

Of course, realistically, there are many women I admire and I will write letters to them as well. But for now I find I have to praise the opposite sex.

So, men, I'm a big fan. Really. Not only do many of you seem to have remarkable talents but without you the human race would probably have died out a long time ago. Keep up the good work.

Love,
The Fan