That was a actual comment left on one of Felicia Day's videos just last week that she herself read, posted to her Tumblr, along with as calm, composed and thoughtful a way of saying "What in the flying fickle finger of fuck is wrong with men?" as could be expected. And apparently, this gentleman of fine tastes and acute standards was not alone in saying "No, I demand I be physically attracted to the people in my intertubes to allow them to entertain me, and so I bid you good day." And the straw that broke the camel's back was her new hairdo (never minding, the fact that she's had the chopped locks since the end of November).
At least Felicia's in good company. Jennifer Lawrence took a lot of the same shit when she lopped off her tresses a few months back too. Granted, it's not going to stop anyone from seeing the next Hunger Games, and it sure as hell isn't going to stop your average internet basement dweller from throwing down $13 to see Days of Future Past, but you have to wonder, deep down, how many of the folks in the audience are silently tuning out anything that comes out of that wonderful girl's mouth, because she decided to go short, in favor of brain-jacking it to the memory of when Jennifer Lawrence was, in their eyes, a female.
They already shouldn't and won't, though. I know Felicia Day still probably takes it harder than she lets on about anybody who stops watching or reading her stuff because of something she said or did, judging from her blog on the matter, but her hairdo wasn't something she did to entertain us. It was something she did because she suddenly felt the need. She did it for herself, because SHE thought it was a grand idea. Whether someone is more attracted to her or not because of it is a fringe benefit, if even that. It's not a political statement, it's not an attempt to be a man, it's because long hair is a bitch to deal with and sometimes the change is nice. Maybe it's because her hair was detracting from the rest of her face, and she wanted to give it time to shine. Maybe it's just hot outside. What it is not, however, is any of my god damned concern, or any of yours. Your job is to keep whoever and whatever it is you're attracted to to yourself unless its relevant to the conversation. If that's the topic on your mind when *you* play co-op Battletoads, whether Wil Wheaton's your co-pilot or not, you have a serious fucking problem.
It's a problem a lot of men have, apparently. Which is why I love Bayonetta.
It becomes clearer looking at the game from a distance. It's probably THE most unabashedly cis-gendered girly game in recent memory, excepting maybe Gone Home. She doesn't bleed, she emits flower petals. Most of her moves are tinged in pink or butterfly wings. Her badass theme music is a europop cover of Fly Me To The Moon. The game's end credits include two dance numbers: One, a jazzy, early-90s Janet Jackson routine with enemies as her backup dancers, the other, a slow, balletic fully-clothed pole dance to the Brenda Lee version of Fly Me To The Moon that feels like it would be more at home at a high-end burlesque joint that some place that hasn't changed out its one Motley Crue record since 1987.
But more than anything else, the accident this game is in that pixie cut. The first Bayonetta already introduced the core mechanic of her long hair being used to form devastating attacks, and conjure up demons to smash bosses into mulch. And now she's gone ahead, shorn her locks, and it hasn't even caused her a moment's hesitation. Her hair is still a weapon. Whether the player or any passers-by thinks she looks more mannish or not, her womanhood is never in question, never belonged to me, and it being catered to is a complete accident.
That's mostly a long winded way of saying I hope Felicia and anyone else considering the pixie cut keeps it just the way it is. As far as entitled jackasses like the Tuthmosis guy who wrote the original article and his MRA sycophants go, it's not their body, their hair, and if they're not attracted, their fucking loss, for finding a woman, or for knowing one who's not going to laugh straight to your boner's face when you ask about playing Mass Effect instead of watching X-Factor. their opinions are invalid, and we don't even NEED to know what kind of haircut they have to know that they're useless. The fact that one of the few headlining female heroes in the medium has gone for it may be slightly muted by everything else that goes with it, but she does exemplify just how much power a woman's hair actually has, and she earns even more hero points by nature of simply not giving a fuck.