- Julius Caesar in the theatre tomorrow (with my mother.. Oh God)
- Band rehearsal Sunday
- No-strings-attached Bach lecture part 1/4 Monday
Isn’t this shaping up to be quite the cultural couple of days? *inordinately pleased*
Anonymous asked: The world needs more people like you who are all in to serious, high brow lit and stuff but aren't afraid to openly admit that they lose their mind over things like Doctor Who. Perfect. And Bravo.
Thank you so much. But I agree. Just because you’re in to more serious things doesn’t mean that you can’t be in to more fun things as well. I hate that we live in a world where we still feel the need to “hide” interests like Doctor Who or just our interest in fandom, in general, as if fandom makes us seem less intelligent or serious or goodness knows what society seems to think it does. Everyone has a variety of interests and hiding some of them just because they fall outside the realm of what is deemed to be socially acceptable is a pity.
I spent a lot of time repressing my “fangirl” side and playing down my interest in shows and films and whatnot. My closest friends all knew about it when I was younger, but they also tended to act like it was the great unfortunate side of my personality. My childhood best friend would always sigh when I started ranting about a show or film and then start telling me that it wasn’t “healthy” to care so much about something fictional and that I needed to “snap out of it” and “grow up.” Thankfully, I eventually realized that she was wrong (and we are not friends anymore) and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of in caring about these things.
The fact of the matter is that stories are stories and characters are characters and narratological elements apply to all different forms of story telling. “High brow” literary works stand out because they exquisitely master and express all of these things and have been widely accepted to be “worthy” of being deemed as literature and as art, but one’s interest in them should in no way mean that they can’t be equally as interested in “lesser” works. Films have risen in esteem over the past century and interest in them has become respectable, while television still lags behind, appearing as something that people more or less scoff at. Yet, television series can do just as wonderful a job with storytelling as other medias. Indeed, while it may lack the elegant language or depth of literature, it can tell just as or even more poignant stories and is not something that should be as easily dismissed as it continues to be today. (Granted, there’s loads of awful things on television, but there are also loads of trashy novels out there, so who’s to say that makes television so very inferior to literature?) There are - culturally - few things that piss me off more than people who are so terribly pretentious that they run around bragging that they “don’t own a television.”
I still love literature more than anything and I’m not saying that Doctor Who and the likes of Kafka should be on the same page, but the fact is that they’re not all that different at the end of the day. I’m both sad that society overall continues to see them as two completely different entities and happy that this has, at least in some spheres, started to change.
Honestly, this is also something that I love about my university. We obviously study loads of traditional literature and whatnot, but depending on the topic, profs will mix films and shows in to the curriculum. We watched Grimm in a class last year and spent part of a class watching and analyzing an episode of CSI last week and have more things ahead of us.
I’m rambling, so I’m going to stop, but thank you. ♥
The ‘fun’ thing is that, if you’ve grown up in circles where so-called fandom life is the norm, you’re looked down upon if you do not appreciate the big names of television and film. I’ve gotten some odd stares when I explained I found Doctor Who mildly amusing at best, but not very gripping.
In contrast, my occasional interest in more ‘serious’ media has gotten me labeled as being pretentious, trying to be interesting and elitarian. Try telling your highschool classmates you actually enjoyed some of the books on your mandatory reading list.
I suppose it’s lucky I grew up on both serious literature and silly tv shows, because if I didn’t still have that childhood affinity with high brow stuff I might have disregarded it now as something ‘above my station’.
(it’s still very intimidating, but that’s another issue altogether)
I will forever be miffed at so many libraries for adopting ‘neutral’, modern interiors.
All those bright, open spaces and clean, impersonal lines make me feel uncomfortable. Unsafe, like I have to be on my guard. Everyone can see me sitting in that universal spotlight, and I don’t feel safe because if I am not alert, I won’t see them and they’ll have the upper hand.
I would love to hole up in a library to read (often, I can’t read in my own home because there is so much ‘me’ floating around within those walls that I cannot sufficiently get lost inside someone else’s story), but it’s near impossible to truly dive into a book and forget your surroundings when you feel you have to constantly keep an eye on those surroundings.
So I had a funeral today.
Except I didn’t, because having multiple loud coughing fits in a chapel during a funeral service didn’t quite seem the done thing, and I had to scarper off.
Instead of attending an apparently very beautiful service with shaman drums and dances, I sat in a park scaring away little kids (sitting on a bench alternately coughing, smoking and cursing while dressed in black seems to do that) after which I spent a lovely hour in a strange library reading up on my English literature history.
I am kind of royally pissed off at this fucking head cold now. It’s been 2 weeks and it’s still bugging me.
I may be ‘on the road to alright’, but I’m getting a pretty impressive headache of the turns in that road -_-