The Nine Hottest Reasons Why It's Not Hot to Make 'Hot' Lists
LatestI always assume, when strangers ask me extremely basic questions about objectification and entitlement and power differentials, that they’re just bozo trolls looking to get a rise out of me for sport and waste the grumpy feminist’s time. I mean, it’s 2013. Everyone knows by now why we don’t have a White History Month, right? Everyone knows why you can’t really be sexist against Donald Trump, or heterophobic against the Duggars, right? Everyone knows why it’s more problematic to objectify women in STEM fields than it is to do the same thing to men, right? Racism, sexism, homophobia—those terms might seem objective, if you’re privileged enough to believe you live in a vacuum, but they were created specifically to address imbalances. Using them outside of that context, to reinforce a dominant group’s power, renders them meaningless. This is obvious. Right? Right?? Well, maybe not.
When this whole “Sexiest Scientists Alive” debacle went down last week, the masses began clamoring for answers: “Oh, so female scientists aren’t allowed to be sexy?” “Oh, so I’m not allowed to find women attractive?” “Oh, so women are allowed to objectify men, but not the other way around?” Well, fine. In the name of mutual understanding and trust, I will take you at your word that these are legitimate questions, and I apologize for assuming that you were a complete ding-dong trying to purposely derail a conversation that covered this shit decades ago. I made an assumption, and in doing so I made an ass out of ump and tion. My bad. So let’s try to get to the bottom of it, together. And because I know everyone likes sexy lists, here are the Nine Hottest Reasons Why It’s Not Hot to Make “Hot” Lists.
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Let’s just start with the big one. For a long, long time, women’s primary utilities have been decoration and domestic work.
For girls in some parts of the world, trying to attend school is still an offense that can get you shot in the head. Millennia of history have conspired to subtly—or not so subtly—keep women out of professional fields. Sure, rich ladies could sit in parlors and titter about D.H. Lawrence or whatever, so it’s not considered totally out of the feminine sphere to write a fluffy novel once in a while—but even 21st-century record-shattering powerhouses like Joanne Rowling have to disguise their names because boys don’t want to read books written by girls. And that’s literature. For girls hoping to go into STEM fields, our culture’s collective skepticism is even more intense. So. To take women who have already dragged themselves through that sludgy forcefield and reduce them, once again, to their physical appearance, is profoundly insulting.
For men, there’s no forcefield. It isn’t unnatural for a man to be a scientist. Men don’t face rape threats (once again, a reminder that women’s essential utility is a sexual one) for rocking the boat in the tech community. Men are taken seriously by default, both by other men and by society at large. No one has ever said to a man, “Are you sure you want to take this class? It’s really hard, and you’re so handsome—you could just be a model!” So making a list of the sexiest male scientists—yes, men are included in the Business Insider list—it’s still objectification, sure, but that objectification doesn’t actively hurt men’s careers. So, who gives a fuck. It’s basically as arbitrary as making a list of “The 17 Most Jealous Ferrets in the Wetlands.” Like, okey doke.
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It is okay to make lists.
Humans like looking at pretty stuff. Sexual attraction is a good thing. Making a “hot” list of people whose job it is to be hot (like models)—or, even, just people who make a living off of their bodies, like athletes—is waaaaay less insidious than reducing women in a completely-non-hot-related field to their hotness. Even if you are also appreciating them for their research and field work and published articles, putting “hotness” at the fore just telegraphs the idea, one more goddamn time, that physicality is the most important thing. Personally, I don’t want my scientists spending a bunch of time worrying about being hot. I want them worrying about how to make iceberg lettuce taste like a Butterfinger. Or whatever.