Harassment policies are becoming all the rage at science fiction conventions. There's a risk of overdoing them, and killing off conventions altogether.
Did you hear about the caterer who was so self centered, he thought that parties were a place of business?
No?
Well, there are apparently a lot of writers who think so. Because
science fiction conferences are – for them – a place of business and a
must-attend, they think that they are the same for everyone else.
....
I think my colleagues have lived so long in fictional worlds that they think rules prevent things from happening.
I’m not for harassment (who is?) and I’m not even against rules. Some
basic, enforceable rules are useful. Say “don’t bring up pron on your
computer in a con suite with children playing around.” Or say “Don’t go
feeling up people, or cornering them and trying to feel them up. And
don’t try to get into their rooms.”
Why, yes, that later has happened to me, (no, I wasn’t doing it,
sillies. Well, I do this stuff to my husband — groping, not pron — but
he doesn’t mind.) I fail to see in the situation what a rule would
have done about that, since the first instance (trying to corner me and
feel me up) was done by a — then — powerful editor, late at night, in a
semi-deserted corridor on the party floor. Quite frankly, what he was
trying to do was already against the rules — civil society rules. I
believe forcibly stopping someone and trying to grope them is assault,
right? Unfortunately, I also wasn’t carrying a handy policeman in my
pocket. I was carrying a knife (I usually am) but you know how con
hotels are about blood stains on the carpet.
One of the problems I've noticed when it comes to harassment is, unless the victim is willing to make a formal statement to someone in authority (security, or probably best yet, the hotel Loss Prevention department), nobody has anything to act on.
It never even occurred to me to report it, because a) he was a
powerful editor. b) I was a newly published writer. c) No one saw it.
d) He was more than three sheets to the wind — and probably wouldn’t
remember it in the morning.
Note that C is the killer. It would be he said, she said, and no
matter how many rules there are about it, and no matter that it was I
saying it, he should be considered innocent until
proven guilty. And I couldn’t prove him guilty. Had I been able to
prove him guilty, I wouldn’t have bothered the con com. I’d have gone
straight to Tor. (Yes, him. Though I only figured that out recently.)
And in a recent "debate" with a young lady, I was told the notion of "presumption of innocence" is part of "rape culture". Go figure.
And right now you’re thinking “But if you had that happen to you, why
would you object to a few sensible rules against harassment at cons?
Even if the rules don’t stop it, wouldn’t it be good to remind the
troglodytes attending that there are rules?”
The most important part of my objection is this. ... To most people — to the fans, the people that make a convention a convention — a con is this: [PARTY!!!]
This means that a set of people who are so far from average they can’t
see it with a periscope use conventions as a means of meeting potential
mates; of talking to friends they haven’t seen in years; of — sometimes
the only time in the entire year — letting their hair down and being
themselves. I know that I keep a running check at the back of my head
not to freak the mundanes. If I’m talking to someone at church, or in
the park, or when the kids were little at school, I have to remember not
to use sf references or the geek jokes that are the language of our
people.
So if people now have to mind their every word and be very careful what
they say and do at a con, suddenly it’s not a place to go and relax
anymore; it’s not a place to have fun. Suddenly it’s: [BOOORING]
Or depending on the rules, and on the rule creep, and on how much
credence it’s given to “she said” versus “he said”, it becomes: [SCREAM]
Of course, we don’t have to worry about this, because there are no
people in science fiction and fantasy (either professionals or fandom),
so exquisitely messed up that they suffer from pre-emptive ptsd. PRE
traumatic stress disorder, you could call it. That is, there
are no people who freak out at the mere thought of someone maybe,
possibly, saying something that could, might, offend them, at a talk
they can attend or not, as they prefer.
Because in an assemblage of geeks and outcasts, we never have anyone who
either been stomped on so hard, or been raised as such a precious
little princess (particularly the guys! ) that they think the right not
to to be offended is a basic right. And we NEVER have people who
completely misinterpret someone else’s actions and think they’ve been
“harassed”.
[Consider that most people go to conventions to party, and are bringing their usual fannish social skills, ] How many guys are going to have what they think is a perfectly
respectful come-on mistaken for harassment? How many geek girls are
going to take offense at the fact that he is — let’s face it — often
lame and think they were abused? (I should add here the only cases of
SERIOUS sexual assault I know of at cons, and the ones that go largely
unpunished/unreported are guy-on-guy.)
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So I look at all these “rules” being put in place by people who think
the world can and should be made safe for them, people who believe that
not just sticks and stones, but words can break their bones, and I think
of the royal families of Europe, when their kids were hemophiliac,
trying to save the royal line by putting cushions around every tree and
bush to keep the kids from hurting themselves. It didn’t work for
them. For us… Knowing how overworked, tired, uncompensated the few
people people willing to serve on con committees are (I put one on long
ago, not in sci fi. Trust me) I predict what they’re going to get is an
avalanche of complaints from booth babes that some guy looked at them
wrong.
The good news is that though rules can’t make a con safe — they can
make the con com nuts; they can make everyone uncomfortable; they can
create spectacularly involved he-said, she-said situations — people can
make a con safe.
You need one rule: Jim Baen’s “Don’t be a butthead.”
And you need a bunch of people ready to enforce that rule. You also
need women (and men) who aren’t fainting flowers and, in the last
instance, stand ready and willing to defend themselves.
Because no matter how many friends you have, or how many fans ready
to defend you, they can’t always be with you at all times — for the same
reason you can’t carry a policeman in your pocket – if you do this: [HAVE THE VAPORS]
You’re only giving the butthead power he shouldn’t have. RULES CANNOT
STOP BUTTHEADS. And there is a hair-fine difference between buttheads
and nice guys with zero social ability — which are abundant in our
field. Complaining about the nice guys will just make them run away and
hide in the basement for the next fifty years.
So, be prepared to do this: [SLAP!!!]
Because that’s something that both the buttheads and the misguided geeks
will get and learn from. And recover from — far more quickly than an
involved, disciplinary “he said/she said” bureaucratic mess.
Rules that turn normal party behavior into a bureaucratic mess could wind up killing off conventions.
From the comments:
Rape culture is on the rise, and the same people that are supporting new
rules at cons are supporting the rise of an Islamic rape culture. It
boggles the mind.
Another point: Consider the people who get to enforce policies: another comment...
American Mensa does a number of Regional Gatherings that are close
cousins to cons with many of the same issues and complaints. A large
percentage of long term members are poorly socialized odds so much the
same problems arise. When I was active I worked our local RG either in
hospitality or security. As I recall most issues revolved around
underage drinking, misunderstandings over badly handled flirting
attempts, or the occasional free range buttheads. It is worth mentioning
that most RG committee members rarely served more than two or three
years running before burning out to the point that they withdrew from
even local events. Eventually you run through everyone willing to work
their butts off for a hell of a lot of work and precious little
appreciation but a raft of complaints.