This whole landscape of blogs is sailing under my personal flag “OpheliaCare” I started using this Logo at some point last fall when grave problems between the celebrity BenC and the public became obvious.
Back then I had no clue what a Hamlet he would be, also no clue that his scenes with Ophelia, a mixed Ophelia, but she has her moments, a great solo moment in fact – that this scene, so amazing, so difficult, so unique in all drama literature and the cruellest, craziest scene ever written as something happening between a man and a woman, – I did not know that he would play this scene so very very badly that all my suspicions that he can really not RELATE to women or the relationship between a man and a woman AT ALL has been confirmed.
On the wider meaning of “OpheliaCare” more later/somewhere else.
Here just a few words on some-kind-of-me, this blog/s, their future, and you, my dear followers whom I have grown fond of.
Still I have to for several reasons change things profoundly.
Those reasons are basically threefold:
Profound changes in my life (basically good ones of being busy with a lot of work, both art and TV/movie, maybe also more scholarship/science, but also tons of work on myself).
An honest conclusion that if I engage with social media, blogs, the web there must be more thrust, more mass, more clout to it. No, I am not exactly the modest type. Wise friends keep telling me that my lack of growth is entirely my fault, and I believe that any time. But it is also the effect of me being not willing to pay for viral marketing. Not yet. But I will. If I re-launch some kind of blog it will be BIG. And by now I know how to make it big. One needs professional help, one needs a precise brand, one needs money (or some powerful multiplicator/mentor). If one cannot use a social network based in the UK or the US one will never be a big thing online. Unless one plans it like a military strategy of unfriendly take-over. If you are indeed embedded in such a network don't dare to tell me I am wrong. Your geographic privilege just blurs your mind.
So either I resettle (considering it), or I try some partisan shtick, or I just do not invest any more ambition into blogging.
That way this will become a living archive, and material for other work. Your work as well if you credit me! And talk to me in a civil way.
The emblems of the main blog “Star'nThings” will go on for a while.I just love doing them in a gentle, simple, in this case indeed humble way and style. They are like old Chinese Calligraphy to my angry, crazy wounded soul.
Finally, the last big reason to end at least the Cumberbatch-blog by end of October (and this is, I promise, certain this time!) is my profound disgust and horror concerning his “fandom”. The insanity, sickness, the very Fundamentalism of this “fandom” (all its hostile camps) has taught me tons of dark lessons about human nature, female pathologies and the very sickness of this time and age. Celebrity cult is simply a case of idolatry, fetishism, addiction, consumer idiocy and sexual neurosis.
I am so sorry to break it to you, it is nothing else.
Millions of women being suddenly violently obsessed with a remote male celebrity is the return of the cult of the Maenad. Just make your homework and you will see that Maenads were dangerous mad violent beasts. Therefore they practiced their cult only at special times, far remote from the cities, on cold mountaintops where they sometimes tore living animals apart and ate their raw meat.
Why are millions of young and older women turning crazy beasts? Because they cannot live the life they need and deserve. Yet instead of getting together and struggling and working and playing and studying to get that life, or at least a tiny piece of it, together, they go mad, hate each other, fetishize some guy they will never meet, endanger their health.
Celebrity cult is just like the heroin madness of the early seventies: with full thrust of bad powers of state, patriarchy and hegemonic US media capitalism a blooming liberating movement of women and queers is being poisoned to die down before it can reach any real and lasting results. Maybe it is intentional, maybe not. I do not care. I just know one thing: I have been observing this “fandom” for about 2 years (yesterday the blog turned 2 years!), in the beginning still, like a naïve teenager once again, for the last time, as a fan myself – and now, after having been threatened with social death by the queen bee of the IMBD nanny board, after being blocked by the whole skeptic aristocracy, and some others too, even though my new born enemies do nothing else but copy my ideas (Open Letter to Ben) months later (I was the first to propose it, being hated and ridiculed for it), after having seen a pretty young, but annoyingly “Californian” woman who was crazy and self-destructive enough to spend a cold London night on the pavement in front of the Barbican equipped with nothing but a plastic poncho and a plastic bottle of water, after also having seen hundreds of sad, disturbed, obese, obviously lower class people spending their last pennies on Sherlock Kitsch at an utterly cynical ugly cheap heartless corporate fan mass with the full blessing of old, state-financed Auntie BBC – after all that I no longer suspend my judgement but execute it.
And it is almost entirely negative.
Fandom is a sickness.
And if one remains engaged in it at an age beyond 20, 25, even more so if one is not embedded in a community sharing the madness and making it a joyful creative thing, it is sick sick, sick like any alcohol or drug addiction. Or a fundamentalist sect.
No pink glasses and no silver lining and no puerile humour can change my final verdict.
And I will for sure write books, both theoretical and poetic, and create and conduct public projects to show both the fans and the world how sick and hopeless celebrity cult really is.
It is just one more mad aggressive fundamentalist sect, a typical sign of a dying empire, a dying world.
Added to this the also very sick hatred of (frustrated) cis-female straight girls and women against any person born with a cunt who would not identify with the typical neurotic, “bitchy” or “slutty” ways of women. I have, as a genderfluid person, told the fandom over and over again that their hatred against each other is nothing but their classical competition to claim the male idol for themselves, and the only response denial of their blatant jealousy and their united hatred directed against me and my lot.
So my diagnosis: every fan hates every other fan, for they rage war to claim imaginary access to that imaginary boy friend. Yet as it is so very imaginary frustration turns into rage and hatred. The only “solidarity” is he formation of a precise sisterhood camps who form one single agency of “claiming the man”. Yet they only manage by hating the other sororities.
Finally -- but I will go on with this in another post -- the man himself is maybe the most dysfunctional beast (with or without intention, or following very bad, idiotic, maybe even evil advice) to make all fan matters worse while weakly, madly, insanely denying that he is the main cause, or one main cause, as to why his fandom is the sickest on the planet, the darkest church of celebrity cult one just needs to observe to know everything one needs to know about this new psycho-social plague of global proportions.
So, no, “It cannot nor will it come to good“ (Hamlet)
(So this is my slow way out. If you still want to get to know me as The Zinbeil, and beyond, before I leave this brand behind, start now!)
One thing about my possible future online, as another me, I can already disclose now: I will not take on a „female identity“ ever again if my agenda is pop/fandom/nerd related.
I am certain that all ladies will love me if I will be posing as a virtual gent. The only hate I will be getting then will be the jealous hate of the male nerds.
All you sleuths are welcome to follow my ano/epi/paranymous traces and recognize my future non-female self to either enjoy it in silence, or expose it in rage. If you do so I will of course deny the truth in best US fashion, and probably win.
This is the sober truth about all public discourse in an age of uprooted social madness and misery (that has many deep and ugly historical, social, economic roots): the ones most shameless (and violent) in declaring, spreading, maintaining, preaching, teaching and cultivating a lie are the most popular, powerful and adored with the masses ... unless the state based on that lie is beaten and dissolved completely.
