The Continuing Saga of Ebil Romulans
No, wait, they still wear culottes. They're just way more subdued and not as puffy. I dunno, I think that maybe Klingons and Romulans are grouchy because of their lousy sleeping arrangements. If I had to sleep on shelves or barely padded lawn chairs, I'd be grumpy too. I'd even have a stiff neck. It's possible everything I said would come out forceful and angry, too.
Anyway, we watched "Face of the Enemy". It was just as hilarious as every other TNG episode, but this time Deanna was a Romulan Tal Shiar agent (an agency not formerly created until the 24th century - here's looking at certain gaffes in Kobayashi Maru, meaningfully). I forgot what her name was but we may as well call her Demona, complete with spiky eyebrow ridge and forehead dent closely resembling her cornet. Deanna should have just stayed a Romulan, because she was way more fun as one, especially whenever she pulled her deer caught in headlights look.
After having watched quite a few Rommie episodes, I have concluded the following: Romulan ships frequently have female commanders, but no female crew members. From this I conclude that the crew is actually a harem (in the case of a female captain) and that this is regarded as perfectly normal. It didn't help that the commander chick in this one closely resembled a cackling Judi Dench. So then it was Judi Dench vs Demona and this is how I watch TV shows. (I don't think there's anything at all peculiar about Middleman).
If I bored you with that, you can always play bingo in this DC board Catwoman thread where several noob fanboys insist that a female character, acting without agency, serving no other purpose than to be available for kidnapping/injury, for the express purpose of furthering the hero's wangst, who will probably die from an injury he would overcome, is somehow not WiR. I rather like when frank joins in by mirroring the entire situation and the noobs fail to grasp their own observation that the entire set-up is contrived.
I was sent out twice to help other carriers after finishing my own route today. After I had clocked off and was heading back to the locker room. I probably have grounds for a formal grievance, since sending me back out required falsification of the timeclock records by the supervisor. I didn't finish until 6:45pm. I tell you, watching the post office commit suicide is fascinating, from the inside.
Anyway, we watched "Face of the Enemy". It was just as hilarious as every other TNG episode, but this time Deanna was a Romulan Tal Shiar agent (an agency not formerly created until the 24th century - here's looking at certain gaffes in Kobayashi Maru, meaningfully). I forgot what her name was but we may as well call her Demona, complete with spiky eyebrow ridge and forehead dent closely resembling her cornet. Deanna should have just stayed a Romulan, because she was way more fun as one, especially whenever she pulled her deer caught in headlights look.
After having watched quite a few Rommie episodes, I have concluded the following: Romulan ships frequently have female commanders, but no female crew members. From this I conclude that the crew is actually a harem (in the case of a female captain) and that this is regarded as perfectly normal. It didn't help that the commander chick in this one closely resembled a cackling Judi Dench. So then it was Judi Dench vs Demona and this is how I watch TV shows. (I don't think there's anything at all peculiar about Middleman).
If I bored you with that, you can always play bingo in this DC board Catwoman thread where several noob fanboys insist that a female character, acting without agency, serving no other purpose than to be available for kidnapping/injury, for the express purpose of furthering the hero's wangst, who will probably die from an injury he would overcome, is somehow not WiR. I rather like when frank joins in by mirroring the entire situation and the noobs fail to grasp their own observation that the entire set-up is contrived.
I was sent out twice to help other carriers after finishing my own route today. After I had clocked off and was heading back to the locker room. I probably have grounds for a formal grievance, since sending me back out required falsification of the timeclock records by the supervisor. I didn't finish until 6:45pm. I tell you, watching the post office commit suicide is fascinating, from the inside.