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Kyra. Twenty-something Alaskan (ask me about it! I've lived here most of my life, including five years in Barrow, the northernmost community in the US) with two English degrees who seems to be in a holding pattern waiting for life to start. Still thinking about going back to school...some more. The academic nerdery is strong with this one. (Undergrad thesis: werewolves. Grad thesis: vampires. Specifically, Dracula, Twilight, and rape culture.) Writer, reader, wannabe novelist, hopeful cynic, traveler (up to 15 countries! *fist pump*), Ravenclaw, Browncoat, Whovian (Ten will always be my Doctor), member of way too many other fandoms, Tom Hiddleston fan, proud geek and gamer girl, etc. (favorites include the Mass Effect, Portal, and Fallout series, and Red Dead Redemption). Politically conservative-to-moderate feminist (yes, it's possible). Living with clinical depression since at least 2004. Somewhere around the demisexual end of the asexual spectrum. Possibly a vampire.
Also, I'm kind of writing a novel because Tom Hiddleston has a stupid face.
You can find me in multiple elsewheres, in varying degrees of regularity: in my writing journal, mostly for fanfic and fanmixes; last.fm; Twitter; AO3; and Fallen London, where I misunderstood the character creation for some reason and picked the wrong gender, among others. I'm thestarvelingcat on PSN, which is mostly only relevant if you want to find me in Red Dead Redemption multiplayer, and 100indecisions on Steam, as well as at Playfire. I'm still in love with Star Wars: The Old Republic, and I play semi-regularly on the Harbinger server under several different characters.
I also run F Yeah Fireflies and F yeah Raspberries, which are...pretty much what they say on the tin, as well as another one for one of my novels-in-progress. Calli and I co-run Strangeness in the Proportion for a horror game we're trying to make and the Red Dead Redemption blog the gunslinger's lament.
the drugs from my wisdom teeth removal have worn off
and i looked back on my twitter from this morning
"they took my teeths and didnt even say mazel tov"
"ate the village people home secuals"
I am so sad right now that I didn’t get on Twitter after I got my wisdom teeth out (not even sure if I had Twitter then actually, and my drugs didn’t make me high, just sleepy, but whatever)
[Mary Poppins author P.L.] Travers was a feisty, stereotype-breaking bisexual — a single mom who adopted a baby in her 40s, studied Zen meditation in Kyoto, and was publishing erotica about her silky underwear 10 years before Walt had sketched his mouse. Now that’s a character worth slapping on-screen, instead of this stiff British stereotype determined to steal joy from future generations of children. With her longtime girlfriend and then-adult son erased, this frigid Travers seems like she may not even know how babies are made. Maybe Mary Poppins could sing her a song about it.
Why does it matter that Saving Mr. Banks sabotages its supposed heroine? Because in a Hollywood where men still pen 85 percent of all films, there’s something sour in a movie that roots against a woman who asserted her artistic control by asking to be a co-screenwriter. (Another battle she lost — Mary Poppins’ opening credits list Travers as merely a “consultant.”) Just as slimy is the sense that this film, made by a studio conglomerate in a Hollywood dominated by studio conglomerates, is tricking us into cheering for the corporation over the creator.
welp there goes my interest in the film
I was wondering, given the truth about Travers’ disgust with Disney, how Disney was even willing to make such a film.
Now I get it.
I was suspicious from the beginning when it was announced as I knew she absolutely hated what Disney did to her book and never wanted anything to do with the company ever again…..so to learn this makes me even more sad about Saving Mr.Banks.
I’ll see it because I love Emma Thompson, but only for Emma Thompson.
Wow. That’s…great. My dad thinks the movie looks awesome and wants to take my sister and me, I think. I’ll be arguing pretty strongly against it after this.
Well. My position just become a casualty of budget cuts and company reorganization. I’m being laid off, and my last day is Dec. 20. Prayers and good thoughts definitely appreciated. I don’t think it’s really hit me yet, and it’s hard to say what it’ll be like when it does. Right now I’m just sort of…shaky but trying to get things done normally.
Seeing someone read a book that you love is seeing a book recommending a person.
Today in the “no good deed goes unpunished” files: I was in the Fred Meyer apparel department and nearly stepped on a shirt lying on the floor. I was tempted for a second to just ignore it and run my cart over it because it was right where I wanted to go, but I felt bad enough for thinking that (and remembered my own year as an apparel clerk, of course) that I picked it up to make some poor apparel clerk’s life just a little easier. So of course I cut my finger open on the tag, and now it hurts to type.
I’m thinking about why it’s so significant that Orlando Jones is so supportive of Sleepy Hollow fandom. I’m thinking about why I have such mad respect for the man for doing so. I’m thinking about why fans feel a vague sense of hurt when other artists speak down about fandoms. I think it comes down to this: Fandom saves lives. Literally.
There are thousands, millions of people in the world who live with depression, probably the common cold of brain disorders (I dislike the term ‘mental illness’, these things are more often due to upsets in brain chemistry and the neurology of the brain, which makes them brain not mind.) Many of these people struggle just to get out of bed and go about their lives. For many of these people, fandom isn’t just a way of life, it’s their reason for living.
Many of these people (and I’m one of them) live day by day, crawling hand over hand towards small goals. They aim for little goals, reasonable goals. Little milestones on the walk of life. If you don’t have depression, it’s difficult to understand. It sounds pathetic, but for hundreds of thousands of people, it’s not just a way of life, it’s the way they stay alive. Right now, hundreds of thousands are people are getting up each morning and going to work or to school, driven by the desire to see the Doctor Who Christmas special. They lived to see the 50th Anniversary, now they’re living to see the Christmas special. Right now, hundreds of thousands of people are telling themselves they can make it through January because they have to see the third season of Sherlock. Right now, RIGHT NOW, right this VERY SECOND, someone out there is contemplating the instrument of their self-destruction and thinking “No, I need to see the next episode of Sleepy Hollow, what was that about a kid?” And that will be enough to get them through. That person will wake up the next day and the next and the next, until they’ve reached that small goal of seeing the next episode of Sleepy Hollow.
Many of these people (and again, I’m one of them) have crap self-esteem. Some people try to get attention by throwing drama fits; other people try to get attention by offering something to earn it. They write fanfic and make fan art and they take the HUGE risk of putting themselves out there. This is why comments are so important: They prove to a person that their work - their life - has value. For someone who is depressed, who has low self-esteem, having this kind of proof can help them keep going. It gives them incentive to keep watching the show, to keep producing, to keep getting up in the morning. To keep fighting for their lives.
Actors, writers, people in the industry, most of them don’t realise this. They have no idea of the depth of impact they can have. They know people enjoy their stuff but they don’t realise that their work is literally keeping people going. So, when the artists these people admire, whose shows they love so much and gives them their next goal, say they’re creeped out by fanfic, or that they look for fanfic to mock, or say they look for fic to torment their fellow artists, how is such a person going to react? Each and every one of those people has their heart fall into their stomachs and they think “Oh god, is it me? What if they’re mocking my stuff? I would die if I found out they mocked my stuff.” The thing is, some of them mean it. And some of them do, because what they heard was “Even the people I admire think I’m weird and worthless.”
And then we have Orlando Jones, an artist who’s not only okay with fandom, but actively encourages it. He participates in it, dealing out encouragement and enthusiasm, and fandoms everywhere are taking notice. Orlando Jones probably doesn’t know about the depressed people in Sleepy Hollow fandom. He probably doesn’t know about the people who are living episode to episode. He probably doesn’t know about the people who are writing wacky crack fic in an effort to buoy themselves out of a severe depressive event. He probably doesn’t know about the people who are writing and drawing in the the hopes that someone will tell them their existance is worthwhile. But every time he says something positive, every time he calls for more Ichabbie or validates Craving, those depressed people hear “I think your lives have value. I think your coping skills are cool.” They hear “I’m proud to be part of your reason for living.” They hear “I’m proud to be part of what’s keeping you alive.”
That’s what makes Orlando Jones’s love for Sleepy Hollow fandom so significant. He’s not just validating fans. He’s validating a coping strategy that works for thousands of people.
This is beautiful and very, very true. Fandom is a wonderful way to give people a little evidence that they exist and they matter.
To those who say that whitewashing in Hollywood isn’t a thing:
- Irene from the movie Drive was Latina in the original novel, and her name was Irina. Carey Mulligan, a white woman, was cast in the part without an audition.
- The movie A Beautiful Mind is based on a true story. In real life, however, Alicia Nash, John Nash’s wife, is from El Salvador. She was portrayed in the film by Jennifer Connolly, a white woman.
- 30 Days of Night was based on a comic book miniseries. In the comics, however, the main character, Eben Olemaun, is an Inuit man. Futhermore, the town of Barrow, Alaska is described as being 57% Native American, 22% White, and yet in the movie, only one Inuit character was featured. You can’t tell me that all of those Caucasian extras were hired on acting ability, they don’t even talk.
- The movie 21 is based on a true story, in which most of the participants of the casino scam were Asian-American. In the movie, however, the main characters were white, and the Asian-American characters were poorly developed and badly written.
- They cast a white kid as Goku in Dragonball.Seriously. That happened.
- Dastan from Prince of Persia should have been, shocking, a Persian guy. Or, more specifically, probably Iranian. He was instead portrayed by Jake Gyllenhaal, who is white. Nobody in the movie was actually Middle Eastern, if I’m not mistaken, and the movie took place in the middle of the goddamn Persian Empire, where there probably weren’t a whole lot of white people walking around. Just sayin’.
- In Isaac Marion’s book Warm Bodies, Nora was half-Ethiopian. In the movie, she’s white.
- Every single person in the goddamn The Last Airbender movie should have been Asian. The entire series was based on Asian mythologies, borrowed heavily from Asian culture, and should have been immensely culturally diverse. Instead, all of the main characters were white, except for the villains. The characters who hailed from the Fire Nation, particularly Prince Zuko, Commander Zhao, and General Iroh, were portrayed by Indian people.
- Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne, and a large portion of the other inhabitants of the Seam were described as being “olive-skinned, black-haired, and gray-eyed.” Katniss and Seeder, the Tribute from District 11, were described in the books as having similar skin tones, and Seeder was portrayed in the movie as a black woman. Even then, the casting call sent out for Katniss sought out a Caucasian actress. They didn’t even consider women that actually fit the description of Katniss from the books.
But, I mean, the best actor always wins out, right? Whitewashing is a myth, right, it doesn’t actually happen.
- Angel Coulby, a black woman, was heavily criticized for portraying Guinevere in Merlin, a character traditionally played by a white woman. She did audition for this part.
- Donald Glover, a black man, received ridiculous amounts of scrutiny and negative attention for being linked to the part of Peter Parker, a traditionally white character.
But it’s their talent that matters, right?
Nobody’s criticizing Benedict Cumberbatch, especially not after learning that he was basically duped into accepting the part of Khan in Star Trek Into Darkness. Dude’s crazy talented. He’ll probably win an Oscar for something or another eventually.
The crazy talented Indian actor who could have played Khan, a Northern Indian character, and received mainstream exposure and a possible launchpad for his career, however? He won’t.
The funny thing about 30 Days of Night, at least to me, is that when they changed his name to Eben Oleson for the movie, I suppose because it would be easier for people to pronounce or remember or something, but the changed name still sounds very much like one a Native guy in Barrow might have. I mean, the middle school there is named after Eben Hopson, and the names are awfully similar. And yet…Josh Hartnett. And yes, about 60% of Barrow’s population is Alaska Native, so any reasonable use of extras would also have been majority Native. Granted they didn’t film any of it in Alaska, apparently, but it would not have been that hard to bring in at least a few Native extras.
But uh, the main reason I’m adding to this is because in checking the Barrow demographics because I couldn’t remember for sure, I went to the demographics section, obviously, and heh, those houses in the example of buildings on pilings look kind of familiar, wouldn’t it be funny if I recognize some of them or even if it showed my house, ha ha. So I go to the actual picture and wow, it looks even more familiar, and that kind of makes sense since the pilings in my neighborhood were taller and therefore more visible than some, but that could be anywhere, right, it’s not…no, wait, it is my old neighborhood, that’s my street, that’s the playground my sister and I went to all the time, THAT’S MY HOUSE. MY HOUSE IS ON WIKIPEDIA. I mean yes, I haven’t lived there in like 10 years, but STILL. I spent half my childhood there and a picture of that one little chunk of town (I mean, all the houses are on pilings, they could have used any picture, using an aerial photo doesn’t even make a lot of sense) ended up on Wikipedia and I just happened to come across it today.
THE INTERNET IS WEIRD, Y’ALL.