With the official release of Hedonistic Hops just a week away, I participated in an author interview yesterday... and subsequently kicked myself for one of my answers.
The question was something like “If you were stranded on a desert island, what 3 books would you want to have with you?”.
Without hesitation, my reply was “A book on tropical plant identification, a book on survival skills, and a book on primitive boat making”.
Hours later, it hit me that I may have answered the question, but managed to miss the spirit of the question - that they were likely framing “what are your favourite books” in a whimsical manner. I guess I was so focused on the idea of being stuck on a desert island, I went straight to the most logical answer... rather than indulge in whimsy.
I fussed about it a bit online: I categorized it among “social missteps”, which - as an Aspergian adult - I’ve been trying to be better about. My friends were very nice about my gaffe, making comments about how they appreciated my literal interpretation, etc. A comment was made about “Spock level logic”.
How fitting it is that just a few short hours later, September 8th hit - the 50th Anniversary of Star Trek.
As everyone I know seems to be pouring their hearts out about what Star Trek has meant to them, I figured I should do the same!
My introduction to Star Trek came from an unexpected source: non-geek bullies.
Though I wasn't diagnosed till my mid teens - and there wasn’t even a name for it in my early years - my Aspergers didn't go unnoticed by the other kids I went to school with. When I was very young, the other kids called me "Spock". I had no idea what that even meant, until I watched Star Trek. Though it was used in a pejorative sense - as a slur against my being "different " - I took it as a compliment. This was a character I could relate to!
There was no representation of people like me in the media in those days. While he may have been a pointy eared alien, Spock was the very first "person" I was ever able to relate to - on screen or otherwise. I guess that him being an alien is appropriate enough, having always felt like I'd been dropped off on the wrong planet! (Which I now know is a common feeling with Aspies).
I have no idea where to even start with describing what that's like. There was no social media back then, there was no one "like me" in my elementary school, no one like me on TV... Except Spock. Kind of a little glimmer of hope that I wasn't a complete freak, I guess? At the time, I rationalized that... Sure, he may be a fictional character, but SOMEONE came up with him. One way or the other, the Spock character gave me how that there were other people like me out there. It was a BIG DEAL... one that I can't accurately put into words.
On the subject of “representation matters”, I always appreciated how diverse Star Trek was. I appreciated that there were all these characters of different backgrounds, races, even SPECIES... just working together.
As I grew a bit older, I came to notice and appreciate that the diversity I so loved about the show was so... organic. That it was written so naturally, and not in a “Look at us! We’re being so EDGY!” kind of way. I appreciated that this show - one that was almost a decade and a half before my time - put this vision of the future out there. It was... hopeful.
|As I grew older yet, I met my “tribe” in the Geek community - many of whom are Trekkies. I have friends that I met as Klingons first, and “Klingon” is how I think of them. I suppose some of them might feel the same sort of way about Klingons, as I did - and do - about Spock.
I met and married a man who not only agrees that going to see “A Klingon Christmas Carol” is the only really acceptable holiday tradition for us, but was RIGHT there with me when Leonard Nimoy passed - leaving work early and instituting “grief sushi” as a thing. Nimoy was the first and only celebrity passing either of us cried about, and we were both pretty traumatized by the surprise meeting of Spock Vegas just a month later. (Though he seems to be a lovely man!)
Oh, this is getting dark. I guess it’s hard for me to talk about Star Trek without the fixation on Spock- and Nimoy, by extension. Neither one of us are what you’d consider “Trekkies” - we’re casual fans, in general. We haven’t seen all the series, though we enjoy the movies, and enjoyed TNG as children. We enjoy the enthusiasm of our Trekkie friends, for sure! (I will admit to having been SO pissed off at how they killed of Tasha Yar, that I stopped watching. LOL)
Anyway. In the past years, autism has come to be slightly better represented in the media, so I am very happy that kids of today have non-alien, “real” characters to look up to: Gary from “Alphas” (Ok, he’s a mutant, but STILL), and Connor from “Degrassi” (The most accurate representation I’ve ever come across), for example.
... but I will always be thankful to Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry, and Leonard Nimoy in particular for giving me the gift of Spock, and the gift of ... relating.
I’m thankful they’ve given that same gift to other friends of mine, whether as Klingons, as women, and/or as people of colour. It’s a beautiful thing, and definitely a show - and milestone anniversary! - to be celebrated!
So, Happy 50th, Star Trek! May you continue to Live Long and Prosper.
PS: Also, thank you for making William Shatner famous. That man is a national treasure.