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In Ireland. Gaying it up. Yup. But that leaves my days largely unoccupied, and so I have been reading a lot and watching a lot of television. Thoughts:
1. Still can't stop watching Lewis. Loving it, but I am approaching the point where I'm like, "Dude, Hathaway, if all the gay people I ever met were insufferably twatty Oxford dons with Greek-like appreciation for straight youths, often combined with pathetic longing or outright inappropriate behavior, I probably wouldn't come out either. Like, not only were you probably sexually abused and not only did you go to seminary, but you're surrounded by these assholes. Of course you're confused." There's one in every episode. Is this 1970? Am I still reading a John le Carre novel? Know what this show needs -- a lesbian. A young, happy lesbian.
2. I think all shows need lesbians, though, so what do I know. (Doctor Who, I am looking at YOU. How great would Doctor Who be with a lesbian?)
3. Still haven't watched this week's Hawaii 5-0. Danny seems like a douchebag in it. SHOW. STOP TRYING TO SCARE MY LOVE AWAY.
4. Glee was so-so, but Brittany is awesome. Also, look, a show with young happy lesbians/bisexuals!
5. I saw We Need to Talk About Kevin, and I'm pretty sure it was phenomenal. Visually, it was stunning, and Tilda Swinton was perfectly cast. However, I definitely was too close to the book to appreciate it right now -- I spent the whole time analyzing the film as an adaptation and thinking about all the bits that got cut out, and was much too emotionally distanced to feel the film like I should have. (The book made me break out sobbing in a train station.)
6. I read Northanger Abbey, and now I've got NO JANE AUSTEN LEFT. I quite enjoyed it -- as the Guardian promised me on the cover, and without which commendation I'm sure I never would have picked up an Austen novel, it was "hilarious" -- if a little slight on plot. (Everyone is laughing now, but I'm judging plot on a sliding scale here, and compared to other Austen novels, the plot was slim, versus, say, all the delicious confusions of Pride and Prejudice. Compared to John le Carre, this book might not have happened.)
7. Troy and Abed can continue doing Inspector Spacetime role-playing all they want. The end.
ETA: 8. Looool, that's Wickham in this episode of Lewis. Bizarre crossovers. Like, his children are surprised he's sleeping with a prostitute. IT'S WICKHAM. OBVIOUSLY HE IS. YOU'RE JUST LUCKY SHE ISN'T FIFTEEN.
1. Still can't stop watching Lewis. Loving it, but I am approaching the point where I'm like, "Dude, Hathaway, if all the gay people I ever met were insufferably twatty Oxford dons with Greek-like appreciation for straight youths, often combined with pathetic longing or outright inappropriate behavior, I probably wouldn't come out either. Like, not only were you probably sexually abused and not only did you go to seminary, but you're surrounded by these assholes. Of course you're confused." There's one in every episode. Is this 1970? Am I still reading a John le Carre novel? Know what this show needs -- a lesbian. A young, happy lesbian.
2. I think all shows need lesbians, though, so what do I know. (Doctor Who, I am looking at YOU. How great would Doctor Who be with a lesbian?)
3. Still haven't watched this week's Hawaii 5-0. Danny seems like a douchebag in it. SHOW. STOP TRYING TO SCARE MY LOVE AWAY.
4. Glee was so-so, but Brittany is awesome. Also, look, a show with young happy lesbians/bisexuals!
5. I saw We Need to Talk About Kevin, and I'm pretty sure it was phenomenal. Visually, it was stunning, and Tilda Swinton was perfectly cast. However, I definitely was too close to the book to appreciate it right now -- I spent the whole time analyzing the film as an adaptation and thinking about all the bits that got cut out, and was much too emotionally distanced to feel the film like I should have. (The book made me break out sobbing in a train station.)
6. I read Northanger Abbey, and now I've got NO JANE AUSTEN LEFT. I quite enjoyed it -- as the Guardian promised me on the cover, and without which commendation I'm sure I never would have picked up an Austen novel, it was "hilarious" -- if a little slight on plot. (Everyone is laughing now, but I'm judging plot on a sliding scale here, and compared to other Austen novels, the plot was slim, versus, say, all the delicious confusions of Pride and Prejudice. Compared to John le Carre, this book might not have happened.)
7. Troy and Abed can continue doing Inspector Spacetime role-playing all they want. The end.
ETA: 8. Looool, that's Wickham in this episode of Lewis. Bizarre crossovers. Like, his children are surprised he's sleeping with a prostitute. IT'S WICKHAM. OBVIOUSLY HE IS. YOU'RE JUST LUCKY SHE ISN'T FIFTEEN.