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Easter, Schmeaster
Nothing like Easter to remind me why I left the church ASAP:
“Here, weird lil tomboy, put on this cute dress so we can go be festively reminded of our inherent shame & guilt incurred simply by being born. We don’t deserve grace or redemption but hey here’s some chocolate.”
What are you, the hot sauce police?
So I like hot stuff. I’m not like, a dick about it. I don’t brag because there are people out there that can handle waaaay hotter foods than me. It’s not a competition. So I’m at Tijuana Flats, a “mexican” food restaurant chain famous for their hot sauce bar. All in all, what they put out on the bar isn’t the spiciest stuff in the world, but you’ll find some delicious gems in there. I immediately look at whatever is marked black as hottest for the day (they change them) and immediately go to pump some into the little paper containers provided when… “Whooaaa, sweetheart you don’t want to do that,” I turned around and there’s this skinny guy in jeans and a logo polo. There’s another dude wearing the same shirt, so they must have come here from some sad IT job. I’m a little taken aback at this dude’s presumption that I am ignorant to what I’m doing, but I blow it off. ”Nah, man, it’s got the black label, I haven’t tried this one yet.” ”Are you sure? It’s really spicy.” ”I’m pretty sure dude.” ”I don’t think you should, because it was a bit much for me.” At this point I’m feeling patronized. I stare at him. “It’s fine. Really.” “Oooookay,” He says in this exasperated, don’t-say-I-didn’t-warn-you kind of voice. I get my hot sauce and sit down. Food arrives, I taste it with a chip first to test. It’s super sweet, actually. I dump the whole thing on my taco. I don’t know if he’s watching. I go up to the counter and ask the manager to ring me up a bottle of the sauce to take home. It was pretty delicious! Manager says he’ll bring it to my table. They bring it, I pay, and the server asks if I’m into hot sauces - of course I say yes. Hot Sauce Police is now watching. She brings me an assortment of sauces they do not serve at the bar because of liability reasons. One of them was rated at 1.5 million Scoville units. I bought all of them, signing the credit card slip as he watches.
I finished my meal. Then I looked right at him and licked the fucking paper container when I was done.
It’s the two year anniversary of the incident.
“I KNOW WHAT I’M ABOUT, SON”
- This woman, not letting others tell her what her own Hot Sauce Limits are
I'm gay and my glasses are dirty
reblog if you’re gay and your glasses are dirty
I'm so sorry to hear about the situation with your colleague. That's really awful, and I don't really know what to say to make you feel better. Just know there are a lot of people around the world that are grateful for your wisdom, kindness, and presence in our lives, even if it's not in person, but through the power of the internet. Sending you good vibes and love professor.
I don’t know who you are but thanks. That helps a little. I keep bursting out crying at random moments. I don’t know how I’m gonna go to work tomorrow. This is exactly what it felt like when my ex & I split up. And she was a terrible person. I love my colleague. He is a genuinely good, kind, creative, easygoing person & is so easy to work with & this sucks so much. Feels like losing family.
Got home from CC to find that the best colleague I’ve ever had, my right hand, my friend, my “work spouse” has taken a job at another university. He didn’t even tell me he was applying. We have traveled together, worked side by side for years. There was never a day I wasn’t totally happy to see him.
This is not just personally devastating. It ruins everything we’ve built together over the last 10 years.
It will be an uphill battle to get his position reinstated so I can hire someone new who wouldn’t be as good anyway. The university has been looking for places to do budget cuts. Here’s the perfect chance. Humanities = expendable
We just got a major curricular reform approved after 3 years work. Now I have no one to staff these courses. My program will tank. There is nothing I can do. Everything I’ve dreamed of creating since 2007 is now demolished.
This feels like the worst breakup / divorce ever. It feels like someone died.
Great way to return from CC. I want to fucking die now. I wanted to create something awesome & innovative for our students. Now it’s a pile of shit. No one will understand what any of this means.
Today in the worst things I have ever read, an author claims that his book is "not fanfic" for a variety of reasons that seem to coalesce in his need to quote literary theorists.
Some of you might have spotted this week’s kerfuffle about how it if was written by a dude it can’t be fanfic, in the guise of an interview with author Lonely Christopher, who claims not to have written fan fiction of Stephen King’s The Shining. The Mary Sue article covers it pretty well (and has a link to the original interview, should you be that way inclined), but we thought we’d highlight some Fan Studies research that could help Christopher put his work in the wider fan fiction context.
Here are a couple of extracts from the interview to get us started:
“LC: The book can be read as a self-contained “novel,” but it’s more than that. I used another text conceptually, structurally, and materially to generate a resultant yet original work. That’s what I mean by “source.”
The text that I was utilizing was the novel The Shining by Stephen King and the subsequent media iterations and interpretations and its cultural ubiquity. So I wrote my story in relation to another, more specifically on top of it. I took the basic tropes of The Shining and replicated and subverted them, and I also took chunks of language and interwove material pieces of Stephen King’s novel.
(…)
Interviewer: You’ve described this book as “intertextual.” Tell us a little bit more about this book’s relationship to other literature.
LC: The book is a concerted rejection of the standards of any type of literature, so in that way it is reacting to the formal elements it eschews, and interacting with readerly expectations as well as the history of the medium.
I guess the reason why this isn’t “fan fiction” is because, first of all, it’s not enjoyable in the same way and then it’s vaguely academic. Aesthetically speaking, it owes much to Stein, Beckett, Robbe-Grillet, and Bernhard. Intellectually, it has a relationship to Barthes, Foucault, Derrida, Debord, and especially Baudrillard. So it is having conversations with different texts in different ways.”
You may recall a couple of relevant articles, such as this one by Abigail Derecho on fan fiction as “archontic literature”. One of the really interesting points Derecho makes in it is how fan fiction writers will frequently repeat the same motif, explore the same scene, but with a difference. (For those interested in the “vaguely academic”, Derecho bases on Deleuze’s concept of “repetition with a difference”.) So we may look at something from a different character’s point of view, or take a group of characters and put them in a coffee shop AU, or try to work out what would be different if a character had made a slightly different choice. You know what that does? It plays with and challenges the reader’s expectations, and allows readers to make meanings from both the similarities and the differences between the two texts.
You may also remember this paper by Mafalda Stasi which looks at fan fiction as a “palimpsest” - the medieval practice of partially erasing and writing over past manuscripts, creating layers of text and meaning. Does that sound a bit like what Christopher is doung by writing his novel “on top of” The Shining? Maybe a bit.
Fan fiction and transformative work intellectual property law scholars like Rebecca Tushnet may also have something to say about Christopher’s taking “chunks of language” and “inter[weaving] material pieces” of King’s novel, and how ideas about this both among the fan fiction community and among rightholders of the commercial works we base our fan fiction on have evolved over time to a point where Lonely Christopher can do this.
This man’s word salad is next level
“how ideas about this both among the fan fiction community and among rightholders of the commercial works we base our fan fiction on have evolved over time to a point where Lonely Christopher can do this”
This isn’t any fucking pioneering, it’s nobody wanting to admit they’re taking fanfiction seriously because fanfiction is for the WOMENS and the GAYS and the WEIRDOS and it’s INHERENTLY BAD AND STUPID and therefore a cis man doing it and being successful must be something TOTALLY DIFFERENT
Christ on a cracker, first they feed people the line about fanwork being inherently worthless so hard that “it’s just fanfiction” and “it’s just fanart” is uttered in apology over every fanwork in existence, including pieces of unspeakable skill and beauty that are 10000% “academically correct”, then when it finally hits a tipping point of fanwork being so competent they can no longer ignore it as an art form, they try to go “no this is NEW and GOOD because a MAN invented it”
Guess what? Fuck you. Is there bad fanwork? Of course there is. There’s an equal amount of bad art and writing (or moreso) not based on pre-existing comics. There’s a woman in my fandom who draws comics so intricate that each panel is a full resolution painting and it’s “just fanart” because the idea of a hobby seen as inherently female is so threatening to the world that you tried to stomp it out for literally decades, to the point that it doesn’t matter how much hard work and emotion is put into something, if it has a pre-existing character it “doesn’t matter”. And now you’re trying to make it matter even less. How. Fucking. Dare. You.
I am aware I am ranting so I’ll stop but there is no boundary to my anger over this Jesus God
And here, my good Tumblrites, we see a rare example of a particular academic animal in the wild, of the genus Theoryboy. The Theoryboy is the particularly iteration of “insufferable fuckboy” that surfaces at least once in every English grad school cohort. Theoryboy has read Derrida and will casually allude to it in seminar. Often, this is by restating a female colleague’s point and then making an arcane reference to a theoretical text only he has read, thereby bringing all conversation to a grinding halt. Theoryboy is young, white and impeccably polished either in the elbowpatches-and-pocket-square or slouchy-jeans-because-professionalism-is-bourgeois way. Theoryboy is “mainly interested in theory” and “still looking for a text” even though he is in a literature ph.d. program. He will eventually become a Victorianist (cf. pocketsquares) or a postmodernist (cf. slouchyjeans).
Signal boost. (clutches head a bit and staggers off to have more tea)
Mofo will casually allude to Derrida at a party. No one likes him.
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I’m not gonna get bent out of shape over a quote.
Was it a bad judgment call? Yes. Should someone kindly let her know this wasn’t ok? For sure. Do we deserve an apology? Absolutely.
Do you have the inherent right to feel whatever you feel about what she said? Yes. Definitely. No question.
Does it deserve hatred, harassment, and shunning? No. That’s ridiculous.
If you said something ill-advised and offensive, would you want someone to help you correct your assumptions & behavior, or would you want them to assassinate your character and direct hatred at you?
We owe others the opportunity to learn from their mistakes, just as others owe us that.
Attacking allies rather than giving them a chance to come to a better understanding is not helpful to advancing the cause we all support.
You will read a lot about “big moments” at ClexaCon, but here’s one thing a lot of people may not know:
At the Cocktails for Change party an attendee had a panic attack, and Chyler Leigh, Kat Barrell and Dominique Provost-Chalkley all went over and helped calm her and talked to her so she wouldn’t miss experiencing her faves.
They are Genuinely. Good. Fucking. People.
i want to tell every butch in the world that they’re handsome
if you’re butch reblog this so i can tell u that ur handsome
gwen stefani was right when she said this shit is bananas
I have depression. And that's okay.
If you clicked on this post, I’m gonna guess you did because maybe depression has touched your life in some way. Either you’ve been diagnosed with it, think you might have it, or you know somebody who does and you’re concerned. Before we get into this, just to be clear, I’m not that kinda doctor. That is to say, I’m not a psychologist or psychiatrist. I’m a person who was diagnosed with…
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Someday. Every day. And now.
Another year of missing Lexa goes by and while I’ve taken my pain and sadness and channelled it into good work, I still wish she was alive (and being written by Javi or Emily Andras. ;)). The surge of pure joy and raw completeness I felt watching her on the show has changed me forever. I gained an awareness and confidence two years ago today that I hadn’t known I was lacking.
“Why her?” It’s the question everyone in the Clexa fandom has gotten at least once, I imagine, and everyone’s answers are different. For me, it was because she was the perfect embodiment of what I’d like to see myself as: a strong, protective leader, devoted partner, and a flawed, vulnerable, and adorable human - a hero.
We all deserve to see ourselves as heroes: to feel pride for solving the nagging math problem or carrying our neighbor’s groceries up the stairs. Similarly, in the fictional world, we deserve to see our likeness in strong and laudable characters in books, advertisements, movies, and on TV shows: Women are Powerful because we have Supergirl and Olivia Pope, Black is Beautiful because we have King T’Challa and Nova Bordelon, and Gay is Good is because we have Nicole Haught and Josh Rosza .
But on current American TV women, people of color, and queer people (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and gender-nonconforming) aren’t always written as heroes. Quite the opposite. On most shows in the 2017-2018 television season, for example, as in most shows going back to the beginning of television in the 1930s, the majority of heroes are male, white, heterosexual, and cisgendered (“cis”). Broadly, this trend exists because American society developed as white/straight/male and cisgender-dominant, and remains so today, and because writers’ rooms in which TV shows are created and written reflect this false societal “norm” by employing mostly white, cis, hetero male showrunners and writers.
And so, given this “norm,” it’s no surprise that people in all other categories - so-called “marginalized” communities - are predominantly written as villains, buffoons, dangerous, non-sexual, or mentally ill, and are often the first characters killed off if a death is needed to further the show’s plot. These narrative “tropes” - a common or overused theme or device (that relies heavily on established cultural stereotypes) - are so popular, in fact, that some of them have names: The Black Guy Always Dies First, and Bury Your Gays, for example. Both are tropes describing the frequency with which such characters die. It is the Bury Your Gays trope and it’s negative effects on vulnerable queer TV viewers that I will focus on in my upcoming documentary film, “Clexa Is Ours: On the Need for Balanced Cultural Representation in Television.”
This morning my girlfriend, knowing what day it is, turned to me and asked how I was feeling. While thinking I’d say something pithy to toss-off my swelling emotion I realized that was silly, so I responded: “You know what? Fuck it. It still hurts.”
Ste yuj, y’all. :)
I have depression. And that's okay.
If you clicked on this post, I’m gonna guess you did because maybe depression has touched your life in some way. Either you’ve been diagnosed with it, think you might have it, or you know somebody who does and you’re concerned. Before we get into this, just to be clear, I’m not that kinda doctor. That is to say, I’m not a psychologist or psychiatrist. I’m a person who was diagnosed with…
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The Utopian Masculinity of Queer Eye
The Utopian Masculinity of Queer Eye
Since I’ve been more “out” about my involvement in media studies the last couple of years, at any given time I get a lot of people asking me “What are you watching?” For the longest I’ve been recommending Wynonna Earp and the like. It’s still a very fun show, and I continue to advocate for it, but we’ve gotten a new crop of LGBTQ rep featured on network shows like Black Lightning (Stop sleeping…
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The Utopian Masculinity of Queer Eye
The Utopian Masculinity of Queer Eye
Since I’ve been more “out” about my involvement in media studies the last couple of years, at any given time I get a lot of people asking me “What are you watching?” For the longest I’ve been recommending Wynonna Earp and the like. It’s still a very fun show, and I continue to advocate for it, but we’ve gotten a new crop of LGBTQ rep featured on network shows like Black Lightning (Stop sleeping…
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What is this “doing things” business you speak of?
