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man i really hate that 'Cats is like ride the cyclone' / 'the cats are all competing to die' interpretation of Cats
regardless of how it works thematically or if its weird or whatever, it just doesn't make sense. Munk says explicitly that Old Deuteronomy is the one who makes the Jellicle Choice, 'just before dawn'. If each of the 'Cat Songs' is supposed to be that individual cat throwing their hat into the metaphorical ring, Deuteronomy would have to be there to witness the song. But Deuteronomy is only on stage for part of act two! If each cat is trying to make their case that they should be the Choice, then why are they doing it when Deut is absent?
2019 tries to explain this by saying each cat is rehearsing, but no other production wings it like that as far as I'm aware. In most productions, Deuteronomy only witnesses four Cat Songs between being absent and being kidnapped, and those are
Pekes (which is probably about an in-universe fictional character)
Gus
Skimble
Memory
And notably, Skimble doesn't even start his own song. Deuteronomy starts Skimble's song! By all definitions, the only cats who should be 'throwing their hat in the ring' are Gus and Griz. I don't know why the 'everyone competing to die' interpretation comes up so often, there's nothing about it that makes sense
ik no one wants to hear 'this infamous piece of media is about a bunch of cat people sucking and fucking while waiting for dawn to come about so the plot can continue' but i mean...
I’ve never seen a pro-life trans man (I’m sure there is one out there, do not show me them) we’re one of the most pro “abort that thang” demographics of people, much more so than cis men and women. Proud of us for that.
Religious: The stripper loves me because God intended it.
Athiest: A sequence of material conditions have led to the stripper loving me
Agnostic: No one knows why the stripper loves me
-> listening to a jaunty country style song -> hear the lyrics wrong -> pause. frown. go back a few seconds to relisten -> hears the same fucked up lyrics -> check the actual lyrics to see what it ACTUALLY says
-> oh!
of course you have blood all over you. and pronouns
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^^^ me when I’m trying to calm down my horse named “Website”
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"Websight" is a Valid Warrior Cat Name!
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it doesn't matter which country we're talking about here, if someone from any country in the world says "oh where i am from there is simply no racism", you not only shouldn't believe them, but you should actually never take them seriously about anything ever again.
People don’t even say w00t anymore.
This sux00rz…
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Look what my friend with no social media posted to the chat with the damning staggered timestamps of 1:11, 1:37, and 1:42 A.M.
College should be free and you should be able to study “useless” degrees just for the love of learning
Boss tries to fire me for poor performance but I punch the ground and spit out blood and say "No... this isn't how this ends" while my leitmotif plays
Boss fires me for my poorly-composed leitmotif
graffiti discourse is so stupid why the hell would I give a shit if people spraypaint their names or do some cool paintings under a bridge
sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses
my writing gland is purple and swollen
my friendship gland is black and shriveled
Nobody calls each other “terminally online” anymore. I think that’s because everyone is terminally online now. Jobless too. And ugly as fuck. Stains all over our shirts. Stupid as well
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