Some rando in my sip & paint session called me a “tryhard” lmao tf????
Imagine paying several American fun bucks for a tiny bit of joy in this recession and then fixing your lips to complain about someone else’s tipsy doodle. Incredible.
Comparing the rotations of objects in the Solar System. Just look at them lol.✨🪐
To everyone that's confused, the planet Venus rotates very very slowly, with a single revolution taking about 243 Earth days, and Mercury rotates slowly, but not as slow as Venus.
The Last Supper was actually a Passover Seder which means by the time they broke the food out, these guys were likely already drunk out of their minds.
dada was a largely european art movement that took place after wwi. this time and place is not a coincidence. let me explain.
dada art made no sense. the artists who made dada lived in a world in which nothing made sense - in which conventional logic led to the senselessness of a world war. so, making art that made no sense, making - well, you can’t really call it art, so making ANTI-art that rejected the conventions that brought about that atrocity in the first place - it made total sense. (if that makes any sense.)
so the artists did weird things. new things! putting things that were already made together and calling it sculpture, cutting up bits of pictures and putting them together and calling that something to frame - this site has some nice examples.
but from my perspective - there’s serious intellectual continuity between the absurdity of attaching a bunch of tacks to the bottom of an iron, rendering it useless, and say…. bath bomb posts. Put a fucking macbook in a bath. it’s useless now. Nobody fucking cares anymore. you want something funny? you want a punchline? gun. that’s your punchline. Take it. I am laughing
in a way it could be a method of venting some of the frustration and hopelessness and dissatisfaction that tumblr’s userbase (largely, disenfranchised millennials) feels in the modern day. I can’t really speak for anyone else, but… at least from a US perspective, there’s plenty to be disillusioned about. growing up in a constant state of questionably justified war, income inequality, an economic recession caused by the actions of a handful of wealthy fucks who didn’t even get properly punished, growing awareness of police brutality, being called lazy and self-absorbed by the generations that gave us these problems in the first place… I can’t help but think that these factors (and more) could produce a similar mindset to the one that precipitated the first dada movement.
so of COURSE we make nonsense jokes. it’s a coping mechanism for a world which doesn’t make any sense.
related: this isn’t by tumblr but I have to plug UCLA’s atrocity of a virtual gallery once more. it really needs to be experienced, but… it’s definitely also millennial neo dada. from the presentation (like an unplayable video game) to the content (THE DOGS HAVE ARRIVED), it is exactly what I am talking about. it is a fucking shitpost. and it’s high art, too! I love this
tl;dr: my generation is fed up with this bullshit, and the best way that we can express that is by shitposting. alternatively, dada was an early precursor to modern shitposting and we should all thank duchamp for signing a fucking urinal
I’d also say that while Dadaism was obsessed with the technological aspects of Modernity, of newspapers, of industrial mechanics and factory made clocks, neo-dadaism (of which shitposting but also the increasingly broad reach of the New Aesthetic and net aesthetics) is obsessed with the technological aspects of our time, or at the beginning of our time.
As just a comparison, the Clock in Absurdist and Dadaist art is both a symbol of the uplifting beginning of industrial relations (as one of the first complicated machines made by manufacturers, as the symbol of mankind’s ability to triumph and analyze nature and better ourselves) and as the deified symbol of horrific modernity (of demarcated time, labor hours, the oppression of the working class via managerial time), Neo-Dadaism/Absurdism has a similar relationship with early computers, which both symbolizes the utopian attitudes which we entered the digital age with, and the horrifying period we live in now, where the Digital is ever present and semi-deified.
My favorite dada satire is probably from Georges Grosz who takes the kind of robotic modernist tube people of folks like Leger:
and turns them into these mindlessly patriotic broken automatons chanting rote phrases:
And it’s so so funny to me that there’s all kinds of Gen X artists out there creating art about the millennials on their damn cellumar phones who think they’re the inheritors of this aesthetic but really it’s people who use the Madden gif generator to shitpost because they’re taking the technology meant for a coherent purpose for a particular narrative and they’re breaking it and turning it back on itself.
My grandmother took several classes on Dadaism, and I attended them with her growing up. Then I took plenty of art history when I got my BFA in Illustration.
This post is 100% legit in their observations. I’m seriously impressed.
Duchamp’s Urinal was one of the most famous, well known Dada pieces ever made, and he made it purely to prove that literally anything can be art. It was all about ignoring the Establishment’s rules of what art was and wasn’t, - this is exactly the same thing happening in real time.
Watched about 30 minutes of Diana on Netflix before cutting it off, but I did get to see it on Broadway the day before it closed. As suspected, the proshot didn’t do the show any favors, but it wasn’t that far removed from the “intended” experience either. The biggest difference? Dead air during built-in applause breaks vs. energy exchange with an actual live audience.
Beyond my polar reactions of "oh no, the lyrics" and "lmao who approved this," I humbly submit some additional thoughts:
Diana: The Musical could have worked. David and Joe wrote a musical with such LEGENDARY camp potential but stopped juuuuust short of delivering the goods. Sure, it’s not a particularly ~good~ show in terms of the book but SO WHAT. There are plenty of mediocre musicals out there that will get to live forever just off the strength of one or two iconic songs. I wish I could advocate for Diana to join their ranks, but...those lyrics...
The lyrics are distracting. There’s simply no getting around it. The melodies are passable, but one of the writers (or both, who knows) insisted on rhyming nearly every phrase.
It’s already been roasted so hard to the point of being removed from the live production, but “Harry, my ginger-haired son // You’ll always be second to none” cannot be overstated. That line doesn’t just live in my head rent-free. It chained itself to the radiator. It's claimed squatter’s rights.
The performers were fantastic, full stop!!! It was a joy to see them make the most of the material they were given -- especially the ensemble. The next shows they book will be lucky to have each and every one of them.
Wowwee, I dislike Prince Charles a whole lot. Mmhmm, yessirree. That is all I wish to say on that matter.
I hated that party scene where Diana and Camilla trade barbs while circling each other like two animals in a cage. Ooh, cat fight, let’s have a laugh at the two ladies fighting over one pasty, emotionally-stunted dumbass~ UGH. I just wanted them to turn on Charles and read HIM for the absolute weenie he was(is?). Most of all, I hate that I can’t blame the writers for anything other than including it since, in Diana’s words, a confrontation did happen.
The Looks(tm) were DOING THEIR JOB, YES MA'AM. I loved just about everything in Diana’s wardrobe, “The Dress” was the most fun I had during the whole show and the trench coats were SUPER fun to watch the ensemble dance with. Oh, and most of the quick changes caught me by surprise! Delightful.
I didn’t make it to the end of the Netflix proshot, but I hear that the end of the show was revised for the Broadway production. I really liked how it was done on stage and while I’m mildly curious what made it into the pro shot, I’m probably just...not going to see it lol. Maybe someone will include it in a video essay for me.
Still, I had a good time. I went with friends who like musicals (one of them went with me to see Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark so you KNOW she’s a ride-or-die) and we simply enjoyed being at the theater together after nearly 2 years apart thanks to COVID.
It also helped that the whole experience was massively elevated by fans that showed up for closing weekend. They were easy to spot -- decked out in merch, wearing tiaras and giving standing ovations for every song. There are so many shows I wish I could have seen in person before they closed so I really loved that for them.
WELL. That was a ride. I think it’s time we let that lady rest now.
I felt curious after watching Sarah Z's video about the Supernatural finale / Destiel, and now here I am scrolling through #nov52020 clutching my SIDES
Why does collective fandom trauma produce theeeeeee f u n n i e s t shit lmao
“gays go to hell” factoid actually just statistical error. average gay goes to heaven. Gay Castiel, who was sent to super mega ultra hellx1000 after confessing gayness, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
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