Now, being very visually anglo saxon and X-chrome inclined, I'm far from the epicentre of this but even I'm nauseated by this sort of stereotypical depictionizing (yes, that is a proper word. Stop challenging me, dammit). It's offensive, of course, even when unintentional, but it's also extremely lazy. You know: sloppy writing.
The problem I find, as far as my reading goes, can be summed up by Charles Bukowski (of all people):
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”By which I mean, the non-minority authors who might best challenge, invert and, ideally, help to destroy identity stereotypes are often too scared, too well-meaning and too big hearted to go anywhere near the zone, while the idiots are gonna moonwalk backwards all over it whilst singing their heads off, treading on land mines and human casualties alike.
Is there a solution? I like to think so, and the first step involves casting away fear at all costs. Bravery is knowing the exact capabilities of a machine gun post and charging at it anyway.
But doing so intelligently. With caution and respect. Researching, asking experts on the ground. The sort of things you as an author should be doing about everything you write about anyway (Trust me, I'm not just mouthing off here. I've just spent the last two hours reading about dragonfly brains for something I may well not write anyhow). You may well fail, perhaps you've even set yourself up in a tactical position where no other outcome is possible. But at the very least it will be a noble failure. As Tacitus said:
"The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise."
So caution, patience: yes. Fear: no. We're writers, speculative fiction writers, no less. We didn't get in this game to avoid risk.
And, er, that's all I've got to say, really.