Bridesmaids, Batgirl, and Bad Guys.
Diddly-dorking through Twitter is one of the things that helps me get my brain firing in the morning now. I can scan back through and see what the minds of the #GeekNation have seen fit to share in the last 12-18 hours or so.
Discussion of smart, funny movies about women:
I may have to start following @critcondition. @sarahkuhn is a pretty strong reference, and she finds him enjoyable.
I may be outing myself here a bit, and I hope I don't get my Chick Card revoked, but I like men. I find them enjoyable. This isn't in a "Sex in the City" constantly-prowling-for-cock way, I just find them funny and engaging and entertaining in ways that women aren't sometimes. I spent most of my years in Undergrad running around with a knot of male friends, shooting pool and drinking beer, rather than joining a sorority and trying to conform to a set of norms that seemed (from the outside) to be hyperrigid, outdated, and designed to force members to strive for unattainable physical and material goals as part of "blending in". It is entirely possible that my fear of not being good enough or pretty enough caused me to preemptively reject them before they had a chance to reject me--I am self-aware enough to realize that. Part of me, though, realized that unless there was a sorority that took the Justice League of America and somehow sneaked it into the Greek system, I wouldn't blend. Ever.
Back to "Bridesmaids". It looks good. I like the idea that a female version of "The Hangover" could get made, and the fact is that there are a lot of women out there that take pilgrimages to Vegas with girlfriends as seriously as do the men. Men somehow feel that women are going to go sleep with some random dude as part of it (their deep-seated fear), and I really hope that "Bridesmaids" avoids that. There's plenty of trouble to be had that doesn't involve sex with a stranger. I'm reminded of what Cher said in "Clueless": "You've seen how picky I am about shoes, and those go on my FEET."
@arkhamasylumdoc tweeted today about a work-related topic, and it reminded me that my first real comic-book character that I loved was Batgirl. Yeah, the red hair was part of it, but she ran with Batman. Batman! And was crazy smart. And had a dad that didn't really understand her life and its passions. And the books.
The 501st turned me into a bad guy.
I am a crusader by nature, and the lawyer thing has only aggravated that tendency. Until I became a Star Wars bad guy, I think I was afraid to like the bad guys or identify with them in any kind of meaningful way. Black, or white. The good guys had to win in the end--even if they were whiny. Or boring. Whatever. You had to root for the good guy. Right?
Now I'm enjoying the "Bad Guys" with the wink and the little sparkle in their eyes.
The Good Guys win. The world keeps turning. Everything works out in the end, don't worry.
And there's a place for the Bad Guys too. . .
