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You know, after reading this, I was going to sit here and have a nice little rant for a bit about the bizarre reactions people have to the "gay agenda" in TV, because that has got to be the third time this week I've seen something random about some subtext somewhere and people jumping on it. Then I realized that, not only do I not understand the point, I have nothing new to say. I would, however, like to come out against "family values", because I've only seen those words used for evil when they're stuck together in a phrase like. If a little hinting about (gasp!) homosexuality is going to compromise the entire family system, I think we have a bit more to worry about... If they really wanted good evidence about the corruption of the youth or something, they should go look at the Harry Potter fandom. I'm willing to bet you there aren't many 12-year olds writing Doctor Who slash, but holy wow, there are quite a few who seem to think Draco and Harry ought to get together. And that's not even hinted at in the books! In the least! Then again, the HP fandom's also got the Harmonians. (Do they get a capital letter?) It's a fandom rife with denial. And denial is bad! And there would be another snarky sentence here but it'd require double strikethrough, and I don't have the ability to do that! Actually! You know what's trouble for family values? All the heroes in children's lit that have no parents! They're promoting the idea that children can make it on their own, without their family! Where are the "family values" in that? Sure, they're emo. But they persevere! Without their families! Gasp! Harry Potter! Simba! Pippi Longstocking! No family! What is literature teaching our children?? Look at the Power Rangers! Do they have families?! I've never seen them! Oh, and not to mention the number of negative stereotypes. Evil step-mother? Annoying sisters? Nagging parents? Is all of this a necessary evil of families simply brought to light under the microscope of culture, or is it exaggerated and added in for effect, comic or not. (I make no endorcements to the latter, of course, merely throwing it out there as a devil's advocate. Can't fathom why people wouldn't think TV, movies, and books are entirely based in reality.) Considering the media, it's a wonder families continue to exist at all!
Also, I'd like to say that the amount of het in the new season makes me nervous. That's right. I am afraid of het. But it's not because I've been corrupted by the gay agenda in the media (actually, it was fandom). It's because I am a blatant, hardcore (XxhardXxXcoreXx) noromo in almost every fandom, because it causes drama and goshdarnitalltoheck ruins plots like nobody's business. Because no TV writer seems to be able to write a het relationship where they go on solving mysteries and fixing government conspiracies after they realized their love for each other. Oh no. It leads to death and mysterious pregnancies and unjustified resurrections that were probably mostly caused by David Duchovny being a turdhead, but whatever. It's all the shippers' fault.
Oh, and the Doctor's asexual. (Fandom whiplash, sorry.) Honest. I've seen um, fifteen episodes. No doubt. Asexual. Got to be. (Despite my icon, really.)Fine, you caught me. I'm one of the crazies who'd ship Nine/Rose but not Ten/Rose. Fine! I'll go hide in my corner. (This is why I'm staying out of the fandom.)
You know what else? There's only one reason to worry about any line about the monks in Tooth and Claw, implications or no. You know what worries me? I want to know why there were kung-fu monks in Scotland with Queen Victoria. WHY WERE THERE KUNG-FU MONKS WITH A WEREWOLF IN SCOTLAND?! WITH QUEEN VICTORIA?! Kung-fu monks! Kung-fu monks who were kung-fu-ing Crouching Tiger-style for approximately a minute and a half and then mostly ignored/forgotten.
But I mean... really. Why are people who think about things differently a threat? As long as you've got good reasons for what you're doing, you're not going to change your mind, right? Other ideas are only a threat if your ideology isn't really founded on anything solid, right? (Oh, wait...)
I think this all goes back to my total frustration at people who are convinced there's only one way to think about things.
Um, and I said I wasn't going to rant... (to be fair, I really didn't rant about anything I'd intended to rant about. And there were too few exclamation points and caps lock for this to be a real rant.) Though, if we're going to be brutally honest, whenever I say I don't intend to do write something, I always turn around and write it if I've been thinking about it. I'm such a liar. I'm sorry. It's probably the Gay Agenda's fault.
You know, I was going to write about the dream I had last night, but I can't really remember enough of it to make it worth writing down. I remember thinking I'd woken up at least three times, and going through most of my morning actions, including hunting down oatmeal and tea. The time I remember most vividly, though, involved my kitchen suddenly being my grandmother's. And there were about five people hanging out waiting for me to get up, because I had class with them or something. Four of them left early, and I was left with this guy (or possibly no one, and I was suddenly dreaming in third person again, it's really hard to tell in this dream) who had to fly to class. So I got in his one-seater airplane, and he was asking me what you called nitrogen that didn't react with anything, and I gave some weird name that I then remembered was a compound element, and then remembered that it'd have to be a noble gas to not react with anything. (My subconscious remembers chemistry terms, but not that nitrogen's not a noble gas, apparently.) This whole conversation was to explain why there was a fog on the windshield, because we were flying through packets of nitrogen in the atmosphere. Most of the flight was over this dark highway, until we got to this street, where we landed. It reminded me a bit of one of the streets up in London. And as I was following this guy, we met up with someone else along the street who was trying to remember the layout of the city, and mumbling to himself as he walked. For some reason, while he was thinking, his eyes went all cat-like like Kadaj and them in Advent Children. Yeah... (this is actually how I ended up remembering this dream. I was skimming over![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
landels, and for some reason was reminded by something Sephiroth said. ... I'm digging myself quite the hole of weird here, huh?)
And that previous paragraph's introduction was only partially ironic, really. I only pretend to be a compulsive liar about my writing for fun.
Oh, and by the way (since it so easily slips my mind that not everyone in the world is just finishing their third set of midterms)... everyone who's coming up on their finals week: Good Luck!You goshdarn almost-done people.
Also, I'd like to say that the amount of het in the new season makes me nervous. That's right. I am afraid of het. But it's not because I've been corrupted by the gay agenda in the media (actually, it was fandom). It's because I am a blatant, hardcore (XxhardXxXcoreXx) noromo in almost every fandom, because it causes drama and goshdarnitalltoheck ruins plots like nobody's business. Because no TV writer seems to be able to write a het relationship where they go on solving mysteries and fixing government conspiracies after they realized their love for each other. Oh no. It leads to death and mysterious pregnancies and unjustified resurrections that were probably mostly caused by David Duchovny being a turdhead, but whatever. It's all the shippers' fault.
Oh, and the Doctor's asexual. (Fandom whiplash, sorry.) Honest. I've seen um, fifteen episodes. No doubt. Asexual. Got to be. (Despite my icon, really.)
You know what else? There's only one reason to worry about any line about the monks in Tooth and Claw, implications or no. You know what worries me? I want to know why there were kung-fu monks in Scotland with Queen Victoria. WHY WERE THERE KUNG-FU MONKS WITH A WEREWOLF IN SCOTLAND?! WITH QUEEN VICTORIA?! Kung-fu monks! Kung-fu monks who were kung-fu-ing Crouching Tiger-style for approximately a minute and a half and then mostly ignored/forgotten.
But I mean... really. Why are people who think about things differently a threat? As long as you've got good reasons for what you're doing, you're not going to change your mind, right? Other ideas are only a threat if your ideology isn't really founded on anything solid, right? (Oh, wait...)
I think this all goes back to my total frustration at people who are convinced there's only one way to think about things.
Um, and I said I wasn't going to rant... (to be fair, I really didn't rant about anything I'd intended to rant about. And there were too few exclamation points and caps lock for this to be a real rant.) Though, if we're going to be brutally honest, whenever I say I don't intend to do write something, I always turn around and write it if I've been thinking about it. I'm such a liar. I'm sorry. It's probably the Gay Agenda's fault.
You know, I was going to write about the dream I had last night, but I can't really remember enough of it to make it worth writing down. I remember thinking I'd woken up at least three times, and going through most of my morning actions, including hunting down oatmeal and tea. The time I remember most vividly, though, involved my kitchen suddenly being my grandmother's. And there were about five people hanging out waiting for me to get up, because I had class with them or something. Four of them left early, and I was left with this guy (or possibly no one, and I was suddenly dreaming in third person again, it's really hard to tell in this dream) who had to fly to class. So I got in his one-seater airplane, and he was asking me what you called nitrogen that didn't react with anything, and I gave some weird name that I then remembered was a compound element, and then remembered that it'd have to be a noble gas to not react with anything. (My subconscious remembers chemistry terms, but not that nitrogen's not a noble gas, apparently.) This whole conversation was to explain why there was a fog on the windshield, because we were flying through packets of nitrogen in the atmosphere. Most of the flight was over this dark highway, until we got to this street, where we landed. It reminded me a bit of one of the streets up in London. And as I was following this guy, we met up with someone else along the street who was trying to remember the layout of the city, and mumbling to himself as he walked. For some reason, while he was thinking, his eyes went all cat-like like Kadaj and them in Advent Children. Yeah... (this is actually how I ended up remembering this dream. I was skimming over
landels, and for some reason was reminded by something Sephiroth said. ... I'm digging myself quite the hole of weird here, huh?)And that previous paragraph's introduction was only partially ironic, really. I only pretend to be a compulsive liar about my writing for fun.
Oh, and by the way (since it so easily slips my mind that not everyone in the world is just finishing their third set of midterms)... everyone who's coming up on their finals week: Good Luck!
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And we were wondering about the monks, too. XD; We're like "WTF, would someone tell me why there are Shaolin monks in Scotland?" and then we sat there figuring it'd be explained at some point in the episode. And it wasn't. But then we all realized, you know...? This is Doctor Who. It's like asking why all the aliens in Star Trek speak English. XD;;
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I was hoping it wasn't just me... missing something on account of only seeing the new stuff. Like maybe there was some secret Doctor Who code in previous seasons that'd explain the monks. And apparently there have been Shaolin monks in Scotland for some time, too. Maybe it'll come up later... Shaolin monks shall be the Bad Wolf of season 2 (nevermind all the Torchwood stuff, I'm sticking with the monks).
Oh, and I'm hungry for french fries now... have been since Saturday.But still... kung-fu! Monks! Scotland! Shaolin monks in Scotland! Speaking English! Gotta be something more there. (-;
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And dude, I want fries that make me smarter. ;_;
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I'm thinking I need to hunt down more icons...Hmm.... I'm kind of afraid of there being more Bad Wolf stuff. Just because I have near-to-no trust in TV writers not to make female characters total Mary Sues. And the Bad Wolf stuff? Mere inches away. Centimeters, even. Destroy the world, get a kiss from the Doctor, who you've been in denial about crushing on
and who is suddenly going to become better-looking soon (even though I would contest this, because I'm very confused about how, despite the fact that Ten is designed to nearly my every whim, from the glasses to the coat to the shoes, I still adore Nine a bit more)? Daaaangerous territory. But, you know, my paranoia about these things is rather high. (-;At this point, I'd settle for just fries. I don't know why, either. But if they made me smarter, all the better. Except, maybe, for the bit where bat-oil is involved.