Prompt me as many times as you want, as I am bored and opinionated. Prompt, prompt, prompt.
Prompt me as many times as you want, as I am bored and opinionated. Prompt, prompt, prompt.
I've also been watching Grandma's House, which is a comedy about a fictionalised Simon Amstell coping with life post-Never Mind the Buzzcocks. I'm adoring it because I over-identify with Simon Amstell (fictional character). I have never been even slightly famous but in a lot of ways he's one of the few characters on television who really approaches what my personality is like. This week's episode broke my heart a little bit -- I would like to write more about it but I'll refrain, partly because I don't think anybody [in the entire world, literally] is watching this show and partly because I think it would be just a little too revealing of my psychology. Recommended if you like Simon Amstell or if you're the same person as me.
I think at some point between "This Animal Collective song sounds exactly like that one Kesha song," and "I like 'Tik Tok' a thousand times more than 'Poker Face'," I decided that I secretly love Kesha -- maybe in an ironic hipster kind of way (if that will preserve my credibility), I'm not sure. Either way, love or hate her: you need to listen to this mash-up. It's insane.
"Climbing Up the Walls" (slow) by Radiohead
I don't know why the slowed-down Justin Bieber song which has been going around already feels like old news, but I slowed down "Climbing Up the Walls" by Radiohead (by a factor of five, not eight). Turn on the lights before you listen to this.
In other news... ( Minor casting spoilers for Smallville. )
I'm starting to feel like the maggot incident has scarred me for life. I had a dream the other night that I had to kill thousands and thousands of maggots -- and every time I killed one thousands more would reappear, and worms, and slugs (neither of which I have any issues with in real life, but as a component of an oncoming maggot horde I found them pretty troubling) -- and it was just horrible; it actually got to me more than the dream I had last week about being chased by Weeping Angels commanded by Hitler.
I watched the first season of Veronica Mars and vastly enjoyed it, but I have been told not to watch any more. I have also been watching Covert Affairs, which is something I've so far been remiss to mention; I'm not desperately in love with the show but I enjoy it and I have to say that Annie, Auggie, and Annie/Auggie are certainly doing it for me. Part of the reason I haven't felt like posting about the show is because I'm not invested enough in it as a whole to care what happens as long it delivers on the aforementioned; my one real hope is that both Annie's ex-boyfriend and Peter Gallagher's character explode in a ball of fire. (I sometimes feel like I have the kind of insta-hate for male characters that most people seem to have for female characters.)
Also, Benedict Cumberbatch, I don't even know what to say to this:
For all these thrills, a part of him is also anticipating disaster. This is not innate pessimism, but the legacy of a violent carjacking he suffered in South Africa in 2004 while filming To the Ends of the Earth. He was beaten, bundled into the car boot and thought he would die. “I knew my mother was going to get a call either from me or someone else, and the difference would change her life.” Just before the tyre blew out, forcing them to stop, he had been listening to Radiohead, blissfully relaxed. “It was one of the best times in my life. Then bang. Every time I’m feeling really good, a bit of me is waiting for that bang.”...That sounds really traumatic.
Maggots. There were maggots in my kitchen. I couldn't believe it. I spent about fifteen minutes wringing my hands about what to do, then I boiled the kettle, poured hot water over them all (I had to boil the kettle five times because some of them just wouldn't die), scooped them up onto a dustpan, and left them in the garden. Then I left my mother a note to tell her that I had done this -- partly in case there was a nest which needed to be dealt with but mostly because I just killed a bunch of maggots and it was totally disgusting and I could do with some props. Ugh.
» I ordered the White Noise EP An Electric Storm and a CD of BBC Radiophonic music by the likes of Delia Derbyshire, and both came the other day.
» bewarethespork has made a community for people to post and read meta about Doctor Who and its various spin-offs without -- as much as can be prevented by a team of conscientious moderators -- having to deal with the racism, sexism, etc. of the wider fandom, which is wonderful: metatardis
» Thinking about all the things this series of Doctor Who is (still): I keep realising and then forgetting that it is also Drop Dead Fred; I also keep realising and then forgetting that Amy Pond is indeed Beauty and the Beast's Belle:
"I want much more than this provincial life.
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere;
I want it more then I can tell,
and for once it might be grand
to have someone understand
I want so much more then they've got planned."
» While I was thinking about that, I discovered that Beauty and the Beast is finally going to be released on [Blu-ray and] DVD (for the first time in eight years!) this winter. You can tell that the Disney vault system works, because I am too excited right now to care that the only reason I'm willing to pay £16 for a DVD is because I know it will only be available for three months or so before being taken out of print again until I am no doubt in my thirties.
» I watched Jean Cocteau's La Belle et la Bête the other day. I will never decide which I really love the most between this and the Disney version, except that I will no doubt always tell people that it is this version.
» Thinking that if it turns out that the only way I can resent my UCL IS password is by visiting the university in person, at least maybe I will be able to make a day of it and arrange to hang out with glammetalkitten and mskatej. (Hopefully?)
» Deciding that I am absolutely, almost definitely going back to university this autumn, regardless.
» I tidied my room today; it is less of a depressing hole now.
» All of my wonderful friends. ♥
If you think that a female character has been treated misogynistically by the writers, it is not feminist to duplicate that misogyny in your so-called "feminist" criticism of the character — that means that if you're talking about a character you think has been objectified, it's not feminist to then objectify her again in your use of language: don't call female characters who you think have been objectified "rubber dolls", "T&A", "nothing but a pair of boobs/legs", etc. Just don't do it. You can say that you think they have been objectified and give examples of that objectification, but there is no fucking reason to use that kind of language to speak pejoratively about a woman, fictional or otherwise. Because when you do? You're the one objectifying them.
If your "feminist criticism" of a character makes other women feel like terrible people or terrible women for identifying with them then you are doing it wrong; if your "feminist criticism" of a character deems her 'unrealistic' because she is "too smart" or "too insightful" or "too witty" or etc. then you are invalidating the lived experiences of real women who are smart, insightful, witty, etc. and you are setting a standard of realism for female characters which just does not exist for male ones. In fact, if your standard of anything for female characters differs from your standard of the same thing for male characters "for feminist reasons" then it's not actually for feminist reasons. Like, I just don't get why it's perfectly all right for Matt Smith to get more naked in "The Lodger" than it is for Karen Gillan to get in any episode of Doctor Who — and yet the fact that Amy goes around on average wearing, um, about as much as every other female companion is horrifically sexist and Matt Smith flashing almost every part of himself passes without comment.
I don't think that a woman can practise sexism by the mere fact of her existence, fictional or otherwise. I think that female characters can be sexist stereotypes, but it's overwhelmingly more common for female characters to be treated misogynistically by the narrative than to be misogynistic in and of themselves by virtue of the fact that they exist and have a particular set of character traits. I find it more than slightly problematic when dissection of a female character centres entirely on how everything about that character is an affront to all women everywhere rather than taking the text as a whole, including the way other characters treat that character (but then I suppose nobody wants to accuse their favourite male character of behaving sexistly towards a female character they dislike) — because then it's less like, "Hey, let's talk about the problems this text has," and more like, "Hey, let's talk about how much this one character fucking sucks and what a perfect feminist utopia the show would be without her. I suspiciously have no problems whatsoever with any of the male characters."
( Spoilers up to 'The Pandorica Opens'. )
I'm going back to sleep.
...so, hey, this is a post all about how the fifth series of Doctor Who is really Michael Ende's The Neverending Story in disguise. Well, no; it's about the commonality of particular [awesome] themes and ideas to both Doctor Who (the original neverending story, let's be honest) and The Neverending Story. I have focused mostly on the book rather than the film, but both are relevant to this post. Obviously this post contains spoilers for The Neverending Story (book and film), and Doctor Who up to "The Pandorica Opens". I also mention the title of the next episode although there are no spoilers for that episode contained in this post.
( the more you try to erase me, the more that I appear )