Hi, folks. I know that there’s exciting new Sherlock trailers out there, but I’m choosing not to watch them. I’ve taken the step of blacklisting not only sherlock spoilers, but the whole #sherlock tag.
However, this only works if you tag your posts. So, you know, please tag your Sherlock posts. I don’t want to have to stay off Tumblr entirely for the next half-month.
I really need to just write this godsdamn paper. Yes, it’s a fucking ridiculous assignment, but I still have to do it, and if I would just do it, it would be done. I have been writing stupid-ass papers for something like 2 decades now. I can write one more. I mean, really.
my favorite thing is reading fanfic from before series 2 and it’s like “the pool blew up!” “a sniper shot moriarty!” “john and sherlock are hospitalized b/c moriarty tries to drown them!” and then in the actual series 2, staying alive starts playing and it’s just like, yeah, didn’t see that one coming, did ya?
Which really makes me wonder about Empty Hearse.
Eyebrows, antennae, or skull parasite?
I have tickets for Monday, and no access to BBCA, so I’ll be off Tumblr till late Monday or Tuesday.
Have fun, everybody!
I often wonder if I should have been born in another time.
My senses are unusually — well, one could even say — unnaturally keen. And ours is an era of distraction, a punishing drumbeat of constant input. A cacophony which follows us into our homes and into our beds, and seeps into our souls. For a long time, there was only one poultice for my raw nerve endings and that was copious drug use. So in my less productive moments I’ve given to wonder, if I had just been born when it was a little quieter out there, would I have even become an addict in the first place? Might I have been more focused, more fully realized person?
I was so tempted to go on Twitter and ask the writers how far into drafts of the script they had “1895.”
(Source: kcvmh, via jenesaispourquoi)
college campus squirrels are like their own species and I think they’re all planning something I don’t trust them
They’ve been auditing courses for generations, so they Know Things.
No, this is not going to be me making an argument that White Face is equivalent to Black Face (or Yellow, Red, etc.). But when people bring up that movie, I always recall that it makes me uncomfortable. My issue with White Girls (apart from it being so far from up my alley that it has a different area code), is not the “White,” but the “Chicks.” Pondering this led me down a path that I have made stops on previously, but never pursued fully.
So, my question (and this is an honest question which I would like to hear discussion on), is this: Are there comparisons to be made between black face and comedic drag?
A caveat: I am specifically talking about comedic drag here. This is Monty Python/Tyler Perry’s Madea/every-comedy-where-the-matriarch-is-played-by-a-dude-in-a-dress that I’m talking about, not To Wong Foo, any of RuPaul’s work, and certainly not characters who are trans women, or—just to cover all our base—Eddie Izzard and his horrible, horrible fashion sense in the 90s. And I’m not entirely sure where I’d put White Chicks/Bosom Buddies/Some Like It Hot on the dichotomy/spectrum. And then there’s Tootsie. But I’m getting off topic for my caveat.
I posed this thought to a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless unless she outs herself. She pointed out that men playing women’s roles has a long history (she cited Shakespeare, to which I would add pantomime) and said that it isn’t like women were being oppressed by not being allowed onstage. To which her husband objected that yes, they were. And I would extend that, in fact.
It is much, much harder for women to “make it” in comedy, although there are signs that it is becoming a little easier in the past few years. From community theatre to the stand up circuit to Hollywood movies, funny women have hard going. And, yet, this caricature of women by male comedic performers is remarkably wide-spread. I’m going to save everyone a rant about how attractiveness is by default non-optional for female performers. Go find your favorite iteration of that rant and then come back. But this is a real and on-going thing: Look at the casting of Mrs. Trunchbull in the Matilda musical, the recent Broadway production of The Importance of Being Earnest, or the entire Big Mamma/Madea genre
So, we’ve got a group of people who are being excluded from/limited in presenting their own voices while people outside of that group are donning transparent facsimiles and stereotyping their appearance/behavior/etc with pretty standard tropes for comedic effect. I mean, that sounds the same to me. Am I wrong? If so, how?
October 26: Favorite quote or one-liner?
Not funny, but, still:
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
This speech kept running through my head at the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, and I made my wallpaper a photo of one of his Sunflower paintings because of it.