I’m in a RAAAAAGE – part two
This has taken three days to write, partly because Real Life interfered, but mostly because thinking beyond the first two paragraphs made me so angry I wanted to throw things. So. With that in mind let’s talk about 3×08, how it has officially killed any affection I had left for this show, and why the fandom reaction to this episode disturbs me. (Warning: VERY LONG post.)
This is a much more articulate way of saying something I’ve been off and on bitching about for ages, really, and it highlights an awesome point: am I disappointed in the show, or the fandom?
And it’s the latter, because I don’t know, I expected better? You expect this kind of shit from the show, but I didn’t expect people I talk to, and people who read my writing or whatever, to be so “oh whatever, they’re hot together” or—worse—“Rachel SAVED QUINN!” about how awful these female-oriented story lines are. Because, I mean, if this is the baseline for what’s acceptable, I don’t really know WHY on earth I spent 20 hours of my life reading about anxiety disorders just to make sure I didn’t totally fuck up an amateur portrayal of those, or why I painstakingly had Rachel wade through all of the past problems she had with Quinn.
I might as well just wrap up AITEWYLM right now and just say “and now they’re fine because Rachel said so” because, that’s apparently good enough for fans of the show Glee!
[ETA, this was sarcastic; but no, the fact that my writing is appreciated because it tries harder than the show does, is not somehow a justification for how positively the show was still ultimately received by most fans. A positive doesn’t actually cancel out a negative outside of mathematics, you’ll find. It’s bullshit that this was on any level acceptable to women, anywhere, really – the fact that those same women prefer a more nuanced approach doesn’t change that.]
I don’t think it’s a matter of acceptable so much as forced apathy and disassociation for their peace of mind. Oh, and lowww expectations. If it sucks even a little less than usual, all right. I think of it as a series of loosely related mini-musicals wherein I get to look at pretty people singing.
Any actual hope for even a remotely well-done storyline is so far gone by this point.
I’m in a RAAAAAGE – part two
This has taken three days to write, partly because Real Life interfered, but mostly because thinking beyond the first two paragraphs made me so angry I wanted to throw things. So. With that in mind let’s talk about 3×08, how it has officially killed any affection I had left for this show, and why the fandom reaction to this episode disturbs me. (Warning: VERY LONG post.)
This is a much more articulate way of saying something I’ve been off and on bitching about for ages, really, and it highlights an awesome point: am I disappointed in the show, or the fandom?
And it’s the latter, because I don’t know, I expected better? You expect this kind of shit from the show, but I didn’t expect people I talk to, and people who read my writing or whatever, to be so “oh whatever, they’re hot together” or—worse—“Rachel SAVED QUINN!” about how awful these female-oriented story lines are. Because, I mean, if this is the baseline for what’s acceptable, I don’t really know WHY on earth I spent 20 hours of my life reading about anxiety disorders just to make sure I didn’t totally fuck up an amateur portrayal of those, or why I painstakingly had Rachel wade through all of the past problems she had with Quinn.
I might as well just wrap up AITEWYLM right now and just say “and now they’re fine because Rachel said so” because, that’s apparently good enough for fans of the show Glee!
[ETA, this was sarcastic; but no, the fact that my writing is appreciated because it tries harder than the show does, is not somehow a justification for how positively the show was still ultimately received by most fans. A positive doesn’t actually cancel out a negative outside of mathematics, you’ll find. It’s bullshit that this was on any level acceptable to women, anywhere, really – the fact that those same women prefer a more nuanced approach doesn’t change that.]
I don’t think it’s a matter of acceptable so much as forced apathy and disassociation for their peace of mind. Oh, and lowww expectations. If it sucks even a little less than usual, all right. I think of it as a series of loosely related mini-musicals wherein I get to look at pretty people singing.
Any actual hope for even a remotely well-done storyline is so far gone by this point.
I’ve been reading some Bleighton RPF…or I guess it’s RPF. They seem more like Waldsen ubers. Pirates and Vikings and vampires?
Is Achele RPF like this too? Because I would totally read that.
I’ve been reading some Bleighton RPF…or I guess it’s RPF. They seem more like Waldsen ubers. Pirates and Vikings and vampires?
Is Achele RPF like this too? Because I would totally read that.
I haven’t even seen the movie. And while I loved, and still love, the book I’ve had no reason to think of it for years (oh, by the way? It was published when Hinton was 17. Jesus.). I did love it, though. It made me learn Nothing Gold Can Stay by heart, the first time I’d ever memorized a poem. I must have been nine or ten when I read it for the first time, and there were so many things I didn’t understand and the characters seemed so ancient and mature. Heh. Babies.
But oh my god, just out of nowhere, I ship Darrel and Cherry Valance so much. It would be so perfect. Cherry still hangs out with the Greasers sometimes, especially with Ponyboy, and since Ponyboy doesn’t feel much like going out now (not that Darrel would let him), they end up at the Curtis’s more often than not. Cherry is still charmed by Sodapop, because who isn’t, and he’s so easy to be around. Somehow, she even strikes up a tentative friendship with Darrel, mostly by proximity, but nothing more, because she’s still so hung up on Dally and because he still remembers what hanging out with her Socs pals did to them.
As Cherry gets to know the Greasers more and more, though, she realizes that while in some ways they’re the opposite, it’s Dally and Darrel that are the most alike, so tightly wound up and furious with the world. But it’s their differences that make her see Darrel in a new light. While Dally didn’t care about anything, Darrel cares too much. He’s harsh and strict and it’s such a strange combination of her own family and what attracted her to the Greasers.
Darrel begins to realize he’s misjudged Cherry as well but everyone knows she’s still pining after Dally and even as they grow closer, the situation’s not helped when she accidentally calls him “Dally”.
I haven’t even seen the movie. And while I loved, and still love, the book I’ve had no reason to think of it for years (oh, by the way? It was published when Hinton was 17. Jesus.). I did love it, though. It made me learn Nothing Gold Can Stay by heart, the first time I’d ever memorized a poem. I must have been nine or ten when I read it for the first time, and there were so many things I didn’t understand and the characters seemed so ancient and mature. Heh. Babies.
But oh my god, just out of nowhere, I ship Darrel and Cherry Valance so much. It would be so perfect. Cherry still hangs out with the Greasers sometimes, especially with Ponyboy, and since Ponyboy doesn’t feel much like going out now (not that Darrel would let him), they end up at the Curtis’s more often than not. Cherry is still charmed by Sodapop, because who isn’t, and he’s so easy to be around. Somehow, she even strikes up a tentative friendship with Darrel, mostly by proximity, but nothing more, because she’s still so hung up on Dally and because he still remembers what hanging out with her Socs pals did to them.
As Cherry gets to know the Greasers more and more, though, she realizes that while in some ways they’re the opposite, it’s Dally and Darrel that are the most alike, so tightly wound up and furious with the world. But it’s their differences that make her see Darrel in a new light. While Dally didn’t care about anything, Darrel cares too much. He’s harsh and strict and it’s such a strange combination of her own family and what attracted her to the Greasers.
Darrel begins to realize he’s misjudged Cherry as well but everyone knows she’s still pining after Dally and even as they grow closer, the situation’s not helped when she accidentally calls him “Dally”.