Unexpected
Mar. 16th, 2023 07:10 pmI'm doing a second half of March meme! It is begun!
glitteryv prompted me with "Unexpected fandom or piece of media you hadn't expected to enjoy" for today.
...so this is the least joyful answer I could possibly give, but: Men's Hockey RPF. It is the answer that latched onto something in my brain and refused to let go.
I grew up with ambient hockey culture all around me and did not get into hockey until I was older. There were a couple things behind that: I didn't grow up in a house that watched or played hockey and Don Cherry was a feature of every televised hockey game available to me. (Don Cherry is an obnoxious pundit employed by the CBC. He does commentary between periods.) I didn't successfully watch men's hockey - outside of international competitions watched socially - until streaming games became a thing and muting and avoiding Don Cherry was an option, and even then, it was a struggle. Getting into men's hockey involved a lot of processing how toxic masculinity manifests in Canadian culture and the way in which NHL culture utterly fails to protect the health of its players.
I'd watched The Sheldon Kennedy Story before I ever saw an NHL game in full. When I tried to look that film up right now with "abused Canadian hockey player film" I found two other more recent films instead. The extent to which men's hockey culture has been and continues to be a cesspool of terrribleness almost defies description.
But I got into Men's Hockey RPF anyway! People were writing wonderful tropey fiction and it was a delight. Hearing rural Canadian accents on television giving meaningless robotic sound bites was charming. It was fun to watch a play-off game and hear my neighbours cheering for one side or another. It was neat to feel a part of the mainstream culture.
I got real good at compartmentalising for a while and I had a great time. And then sexual assault allegations against a star player surfaced and it got harder to ignore the toxicity, so I stopped reading fic about that team, and the reports kept coming and spread to other teams and I stopped reading fic about NHL hockey at all. I don't read fic about NHL hockey anymore. For a while I still had a few players that were my favourites, that I held some distant affection for, like an old friend that you don't talk to anymore and you know is going through some stuff, but who you hope pulls through okay.
No more. This has been a year for hockey in Canada. Some organisations have been called on their bullshit and desperately mobilized to avoid having to do shit about their problems. It has been high level, there have been funding withdrawals. (I fully expect nothing to come of this, because I think that everything that is wrong with men's hockey is so deeply embedded in the culture as to be almost impossible to get out. It is a thing that is happening now, though, and a good thing. Maybe the bar will get moved a bit.)
This past year in the lead up to the anniversary of the École Polytechnique massacre one of those players I was attached to posted their support of a gun lobby organisation that had recently used "Poly" as a promo code. The team's response was that the player didn't know about the massacre. The player did know and he apologised, and that's, you know, good, but I no longer give a shit about any of them. I can't. All of the positive feelings I've had about men's hockey and players have been burnt out of me by the unrelenting dumpster fire that is every competitive level of the sport in this country.
It's changed my relationship with RPF. There's always been compartmentalising and an awareness of the separations between people, their public personas, and fannish characterisation. Engaging with RPF has felt increasingly like playing some kind of racist rapist roulette, though. They're not tidy fandoms - the borders are nebulous, the canon never finishes, and narrative arcs are largely constructed in post. Finding meaning or satisfaction in RPF is challenging. The canon is real, and you have to live with it on some level. That's a lot, and it can make escapism challenging.
I loved Hockey RPF. Being in that fandom was an unexpected delight for a while, but the amount of work needed to get into it was a warning sign, and not one I'm likely to ignore again anytime soon.
...so this is the least joyful answer I could possibly give, but: Men's Hockey RPF. It is the answer that latched onto something in my brain and refused to let go.
I grew up with ambient hockey culture all around me and did not get into hockey until I was older. There were a couple things behind that: I didn't grow up in a house that watched or played hockey and Don Cherry was a feature of every televised hockey game available to me. (Don Cherry is an obnoxious pundit employed by the CBC. He does commentary between periods.) I didn't successfully watch men's hockey - outside of international competitions watched socially - until streaming games became a thing and muting and avoiding Don Cherry was an option, and even then, it was a struggle. Getting into men's hockey involved a lot of processing how toxic masculinity manifests in Canadian culture and the way in which NHL culture utterly fails to protect the health of its players.
I'd watched The Sheldon Kennedy Story before I ever saw an NHL game in full. When I tried to look that film up right now with "abused Canadian hockey player film" I found two other more recent films instead. The extent to which men's hockey culture has been and continues to be a cesspool of terrribleness almost defies description.
But I got into Men's Hockey RPF anyway! People were writing wonderful tropey fiction and it was a delight. Hearing rural Canadian accents on television giving meaningless robotic sound bites was charming. It was fun to watch a play-off game and hear my neighbours cheering for one side or another. It was neat to feel a part of the mainstream culture.
I got real good at compartmentalising for a while and I had a great time. And then sexual assault allegations against a star player surfaced and it got harder to ignore the toxicity, so I stopped reading fic about that team, and the reports kept coming and spread to other teams and I stopped reading fic about NHL hockey at all. I don't read fic about NHL hockey anymore. For a while I still had a few players that were my favourites, that I held some distant affection for, like an old friend that you don't talk to anymore and you know is going through some stuff, but who you hope pulls through okay.
No more. This has been a year for hockey in Canada. Some organisations have been called on their bullshit and desperately mobilized to avoid having to do shit about their problems. It has been high level, there have been funding withdrawals. (I fully expect nothing to come of this, because I think that everything that is wrong with men's hockey is so deeply embedded in the culture as to be almost impossible to get out. It is a thing that is happening now, though, and a good thing. Maybe the bar will get moved a bit.)
This past year in the lead up to the anniversary of the École Polytechnique massacre one of those players I was attached to posted their support of a gun lobby organisation that had recently used "Poly" as a promo code. The team's response was that the player didn't know about the massacre. The player did know and he apologised, and that's, you know, good, but I no longer give a shit about any of them. I can't. All of the positive feelings I've had about men's hockey and players have been burnt out of me by the unrelenting dumpster fire that is every competitive level of the sport in this country.
It's changed my relationship with RPF. There's always been compartmentalising and an awareness of the separations between people, their public personas, and fannish characterisation. Engaging with RPF has felt increasingly like playing some kind of racist rapist roulette, though. They're not tidy fandoms - the borders are nebulous, the canon never finishes, and narrative arcs are largely constructed in post. Finding meaning or satisfaction in RPF is challenging. The canon is real, and you have to live with it on some level. That's a lot, and it can make escapism challenging.
I loved Hockey RPF. Being in that fandom was an unexpected delight for a while, but the amount of work needed to get into it was a warning sign, and not one I'm likely to ignore again anytime soon.