Guilty Rhesus Monkey Post
This is so irrational.
I don't know if I'm pathetic, PMSing or just so bored I'm about to die but...I am doing a Torchwood review post.
Ok, everyone who talks to me about fandom for 10 minutes knows two things a) I am a pervert and b) I have an odd mixture of feelings about Torchwood.
When these two basic principles come into conflict, I go through what I call the Cycle of Denial.
It sucks.
But it's pretty.
I will resist!
I am resisting!
One more episode couldn't hurt...
Shit, this is pretty.
DAMN this sucks.
I will go through this cycle at least once an episode and the volume and drama that goes with it increases in direct proportion to the homoerotic content, as does the rate and frequency of the cycle.
Today I went through this cycle five times in ten minutes as I replayed a certain scene three times in a row.
Look, I'm sorry! Production values, writing, and actual acting ability should be far more important to me especially in my pet genre and especially in british television, but today all of that flowed out my ears along with some brain matter. Tomorrow I will be ashamed, today I will replay "Innocence" by Avril Levigne and pretend that this was part of a show with less angst, fewer prosthetics, and a lot more pretty then there actually was.
I would like to state for the record that I picked Jack/Ianto two Novembers ago. Unfortunately I tend to pick these things for life, for better or worse.
Also, I'm sitting downstairs in the Central Library. I feel very very dirty.
My parents are artsy hippy folk, so I was raised to believe that there is nothing wrong with porn, but that bad television is a crime that should be punishable by death, and that people who consider it adequit entertainment are little better then rhesus monkies with remote controls. This is why I feel guilty. Not the perversion, I've accepted that as a random side effect of living in WeHo.
I also feel guilty because this is something like the third post I've made trying to account for my Torchwood issues. Why can't I just get over it/give it up? Because I have an addictive personality which has imprinted on Ianto's accent.
Also, I am a pervert.
I don't know if I'm pathetic, PMSing or just so bored I'm about to die but...I am doing a Torchwood review post.
Ok, everyone who talks to me about fandom for 10 minutes knows two things a) I am a pervert and b) I have an odd mixture of feelings about Torchwood.
When these two basic principles come into conflict, I go through what I call the Cycle of Denial.
It sucks.
But it's pretty.
I will resist!
I am resisting!
One more episode couldn't hurt...
Shit, this is pretty.
DAMN this sucks.
I will go through this cycle at least once an episode and the volume and drama that goes with it increases in direct proportion to the homoerotic content, as does the rate and frequency of the cycle.
Today I went through this cycle five times in ten minutes as I replayed a certain scene three times in a row.
Look, I'm sorry! Production values, writing, and actual acting ability should be far more important to me especially in my pet genre and especially in british television, but today all of that flowed out my ears along with some brain matter. Tomorrow I will be ashamed, today I will replay "Innocence" by Avril Levigne and pretend that this was part of a show with less angst, fewer prosthetics, and a lot more pretty then there actually was.
I would like to state for the record that I picked Jack/Ianto two Novembers ago. Unfortunately I tend to pick these things for life, for better or worse.
Also, I'm sitting downstairs in the Central Library. I feel very very dirty.
My parents are artsy hippy folk, so I was raised to believe that there is nothing wrong with porn, but that bad television is a crime that should be punishable by death, and that people who consider it adequit entertainment are little better then rhesus monkies with remote controls. This is why I feel guilty. Not the perversion, I've accepted that as a random side effect of living in WeHo.
I also feel guilty because this is something like the third post I've made trying to account for my Torchwood issues. Why can't I just get over it/give it up? Because I have an addictive personality which has imprinted on Ianto's accent.
Also, I am a pervert.