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“Nothing is more alien to the present age than idleness. If we think of resting from our labours, it is only in order to return to them. In thinking so highly of work we are aberrant. Few other cultures have ever done so. For nearly all of history and all prehistory, work was an indignity.”
— John Gray, Straw Dogs: Thoughts on Humans and Other Animals (via exhaled-spirals)
One of my favorite things is modern adaptations that leave people with the same careers they had in the original material, because unless you’re a cop or a doctor that practically never happens.
Irene Adler’s an opera singer. We still have those! They don’t have the same subtext exactly, but nothing is going to because we aren’t the Victorians. She could continue to be an opera singer. I have never seen this happen.
Jonathan Harker can still be in real estate. That’s a job people have. A modern story that still involves Dracula contacting his firm to help him purchase property sounds amazing actually.
A modern adaptation of Dracula where you keep seeing Jonathan Harker’s face on bus stop bench ads for his realtor office.
#“This client doesn’t seem to exist online; a bit strange. But he’s elderly so it’s not that unusual” -Jonathan about to make a mistake – @capslockdoesntexpressmyjoy
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Admitting my star sign was a mistake.
“Oh, so that’s why you are they way you are. You’re two fire signs ruled over by water!”
Pretty sure it’s just the ADHD.
A fun thing to do whenever someone asks you your sign is to lie about your birthday. It still means listening to them attempt to explain your entire personality badly for a few minutes, but then you can undercut them as soon as it gets too annoying.
So, for a while I was doing mailroom/account followup work for a nonprofit, and on my firt day there, one of the ladies, “Debbie” asked me when my Birthday was. Assuming she was planning office Birthday parties, I told her.
The next day she came in with my ENTIRE star chart with personality tropes, life advice, predicitons for my future and so on. Now, I don’t go in for Astrology but I can tell when someone is making a well-meaning gesture and I can say “Thank you” and shut up.
Especially because I told her the Wrong Birthday.
See, my birthday is in the middle of a cluster of a whole bunch of family birthdays and growing up I used to have to share my Birthday with my older cousins and while that’s not really a big deal (even fun if you’re older) it kinda sucks when you’re five and none of your cousins share your interests.
So mom made a deal with me: We’d celebrate my “Un-Birthday” in January, when nobody else in the family has a birthday or anything else, and the “real” birthday would be my Cousin’s. I got my own birthday and they got a second party and it was fun.
As I got older, I just started using my Un-Birthday for everything except paperwork, becuase January is boring and bereft of holidays except the one that’s really part of Xmas these days. On paperwork, I put my real one, but I’ve been celebrating my birthday in the wrong month for over 25 years now, and didn’t think about it when she asked, and told her my Un-Birthday.
And for a few weeks everything was fine.
But Debbie had a RIVAL.
Another woman in the office “Sharon” was also big into Astrology and was convinced Debbie was Doing It Wrong, so when she was going over payroll, she saw my Legal Birthday, realized Debbie had filled out the chart wrong, and then proceded to drag Debbie on the company facebook group, and a bunch of astrology groups they were both in.
I found out when I came in three days later from a long weekend and Debbie burst into tears and sobbed “HOW COULD YOU LIE TO MEEEEEE???”
After an extremely garbled recounting by our coworkers, a talk with my manager about “Hey yeah I don’t think it’s Legal for Sharon to take my name and date of birth from Payroll and put it all over facebook?”, the manager had a talk about “I know you are all over 50 but this is NOT WHAT THE COMPANY FACEBOOK IS FOR”, Sharon was ‘removed from the premesis’ and I finally got to sit down with Debbie.
I explained the slip-up and how I sort of have two birthdays and think of the January Birthday is my “Real” one.
Debie looked up from where she’d been sobbing into her tissue all morning, realization dawning on her less like the illumination of the sun and more like a baby sea turtle headed in the wrong direction because of light Pollution.
“Oh!” She said “You’re TRANS-ZODIAC! You might have been born as an Aries, but you’re really a Capricorn!”
As someone who’s been hit by a minivan and gotten a minor skull fracture from it, I’m pretty sure hearing that sentence gave me more brain damage.
“Sure Debbie.”
You know, I had no idea where this ride was going to take us, but of all the outcomes I expected, that was not it.
What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck.
Listen. I think I just unlocked a new emotion.
You're a strange girl.
– La Belle et la Bête (1946) dir. Jean Cocteau
Sansa Stark by PlasticLamb
I have the highest respect for actors that have gotten over, or perhaps never gotten into, the pretentious mentality that certain roles are beneath them, and just go all in on shit they think will be fun
Like David Tennant is a highly skilled Shakespearean actor, who has every right to look down on Ducktales, but instead he said "I'm gonna play the fuck outta scrooge mcduck, and it's gonna be a good fucking time"
I mean. It helps that David Tennant is a highly skilled Shakespearean actor who knows that the correct level of seriousness with which to treat the work of William Shakespeare is often this:
For those unfortunate souls who don’t know, that is David Tennant as Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing
There are people who said that Sir Patrick Stewart was "slumming it" by being on Star Trek: The Next Generation. He responded by saying that all his Shakespearean experience was merely practice for playing Captain Picard.
Though it wasn't until six months into shooting that he actually unpacked his suitcase, because he thought the show wasn't going to be very good at first.
I adore Shakespeare, but the man wrote for the masses. It’s beautiful and wonderful and all that, but if you read a line a few times and don’t get it, it’s likely it’s a ye olde dick joke that got lost in 400 years of translation.
The we're probably really good dick jokes at the time too.
We're also pronouncing it wrong. At the time the English accent would have been more like rural Appalachian.
Bonus:
Oh, scholars know where the dick (and pussy jokes) jokes are, and they're good jokes, as these things go. Most of them are even perfectly comprehensible to the modern mind. It's just that most people don't know the expect them, so they don't look.
So you get things like Hamlet asking Ophelia, "May I lay my head in your lap, milady?" And played right, Ophelia looks scandalized, because she thinks he's talking about the little head, and they're in public. So she nervously says, "No, milord." Because even if they are sleeping together (which is a point of contention), you don't just say that in public. And he repeats, "No, may I lay my head," pointing at his skull, "in your lap?" And then she's like, oh, okay then.
Or from Twelfth Night, in which Malvolio looks at a letter from Olivia, and says, "these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus makes she her great P's".
C, U, ('n'), T, and yes that word was absolutely in use at the time, and thus she makes her P. Yep. I'm sure that one got a big laugh every time!
You left out my second favourite crude line of Shakespeare after that exchange between hamlet and ophelia
Do you think I meant country matters?
As in c(o)untry
DAMN I DID WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, that's the line that makes it.
When we studied Romeo and Juliet in high school, our teacher gave us the first act and told us that whenever the characters talk about “stabbing” people or running them through with a sword or dagger whatever, unless they are actively in the middle of a fight, they are not talking about actual metal objects. They’re using a euphemism for sex/penises.
I tell you, the class was a lot better engaged with the text after the teacher told us that.
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I dislike the intention behind most ‘penitent Magdalene’ art. Mary Magdalene was likely not a sex worker and her sinfulness is a misogynistic focus anyway.
But there’s something very cool about the image of her - a survivor of possession, one of the only people to remain with Christ during his crucifixion, and the first one he appeared to upon his Resurrection - contemplating the nature of life and death in solitary night, lit only by candle or moonlight. Often with a skull in hand, and wild hair cascading down her back.
Personally, I also find it interesting how, in Jewish culture back then, women “didn’t count” as witnesses. If you were to try and make your story or account of something sound reliable, the last thing you’d want to do is have a woman vouch for your credibility.
And yet, who does Jesus appear to before anyone else? Who ran to tell the others, even though they initially didn’t believe her?
Mary Magdalene.
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