The War Outside Our Door: Hunger Games

My essay/movie review for a friend's fan site.

Caprica Six & The Rainmaker of Kiau Tchou

Mailbag time.

...Your comment, both here and on Facebook, that it's all about Caprica Six. I'm intrigued, and interested in hearing more, if you have time. I'm finding that my mental hierarchy of all of the characters' arcs and their significance has been shifting as I re-watch, but I still haven't quite decided where to place Caprica Six. It's amazing to rewatch an entire series after seeing its conclusion, even if it was an imperfect conclusion. Many things take on new and different meanings, viewed through that lens. you find out that maybe you weren't watching exactly the story the writers were telling all along. My sympathy for Baltar, for example, has grown immeasurably. Also my disgust for him, oddly. But Caprica is fascinating and elusive, and as I'm at about mid-fourth season now, I'll be keeping an eye on her based on your statement.

Well, it's kind of a long one, but since you asked, I think a lot of my personal emphasis on Caprica Six is really just overidentification with the character. She doesn't show up, in any real way, until halfway through the series, but it's pretty telling that, before she comes back, Boomer was my favorite. And then the things that I loved about Boomer became things to love about Athena. They both cross the salt. 

But in the final analysis, Caprica does it best because Sixes don't love the way Eights do: Not through Boomer's interpersonal, relationship, boy-girl Love, but through a kind of love that we don't really talk about in our culture much because it's fundamentally "religious." And not through Athena's sense of loyalty and honor, which are beautiful, and certainly helped shore up her version of love against some odds.

It's a Jungian truism that the one place that Christianity, or the Western Judeo-Christian viewpoint, is often weakened in its denial of balance: That absolute good is possible and that peace is possible, and therefore anything that doesn't fit the program should be repressed, ignored, or destroyed. That means untold damage you're doing to your own soul, when you hate so much of yourself instead of looking into it and exploring, to my mind. 

I was thinking today about Star Wars, and how the Jedi should have been my favorite thing -- "soldier" plus "priest" -- but I was immensely distrustful of the whole idea even as a child, because when they talk about bringing "balance to the Force" they're using "balance" in a really weird way that means ignoring and attempting to destroy all darkness everywhere, including people they think are tainted by it. It's very thin Eastern lipgloss on a fairly old Western idea: We admit dichotomy and opposition, but are content to wish things were otherwise.

Contrast then with Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which I would say is the Gen Y equivalent of modern myth to Gen X's Star Wars "fighting Daddy" obsessions) which is centrally and continually a story of recognizing and negotiating darkness within the self. No Big Bads, in the way of the Emperor: Even the vampires are complex people, with all manner of capabilities and qualities inside themselves: The complete opposite of the faceless Stormtroopers (who are eventually revealed as literal clones).

Anyway. The reason I love Caprica Six is that from the first moment we see her, she is demonstrating both opposites at once: The heartlessness of war, and the seed of what will become the greatest compassion on the entire show. Her model's dedication isn't corrupt or compromised by anything: It's a Six that runs the Farm, blows the Armistice Station, and starts the Cylon Civil War, because she believes that children will lead us closer to God. If Caprica/BSG is about moving through sentience and into soulhood, my money is on Caprica Six because she's the only one who is realistic about anything. 

When she explains to Tigh about the clarity of pain -- while her angel counterpart is inspiring Gaius to his litany of heresies -- it's because she's been there. She holds her values higher than anything, including her own safety, which is another step beyond Athena's evolution, which is group-centered. Gaius is made a scapegoat, but Caprica offers herself willingly. 

She is intellectually nimble enough to murder her spiritual leader and take over the government when Three makes a wrong ethical call, because her ideals are higher than anything the other models can even conceive. And I think she got there through hard spiritual work that transcended any of the intellectual gifts she was programmed with, which is something to which I aspire -- but also is the final nail in the conflict. 

Past mid-S3, everything bad that happens comes out of personal vendettas and weaknesses and horrors and revenge motives, but Caprica is the only person who ever manages to put things back together, and it's because she's not afraid of opposites and dichotomies, which is -- again, in Jungian terms, and before him, the alchemists' -- the highest spiritual state we can aspire to, because it means you can finally stop fighting yourself and start the work.

Personally, it's because I am unbelievably morally rigid and judgmental, and fairly certain I'm smarter than everybody else, and I love the idea of God and I love kids, and that's all she's really got going on. But in terms of the story, I really do think the evolution of Caprica Six -- by the end, or rather the almost-end -- tells the story in a way that could never be done upfront, through actual narrative, because it's too internal and too magical. But I think she saves the world.

There's a story in the Jung community that everybody likes to invoke, before certain discussions, about this Chinese village the Sinologist Richard Wilhelm was observing, Kiau Tchou. They couldn't get any rain, so finally they called in a rainmaker, this old dude, who came into the village and wrinkled his nose and demanded that they sequester him in a cottage and bring him food and leave him alone, and on the third day it not only rained, it snowed, and the ethnographer was like, How did you do that? "I didn't do anything." You made it rain. "Oh right. No, I just come from a place where the people are in order, they're in Tao. And when I got here, you guys weren't, and it infected me. So I went inside until I was back in order, and then the weather got right again."

Bitchy, but still TCB. Sounds like my girl to me.

Top 11 Songs of 2011

11. "House Of Balloons," The Weeknd - This was my first favorite song of this whole year. It is so good. I don't know what else to say about it except that I am glad I don't take pills or do hard drugs very often, because sometimes I imagine that a person's whole life could sound like this song. Unlovely. 10. "Lofticries," Purity Ring - Sometimes it's possible to be creepy and not feel weird about it. It's hard for me, but I know that it's possible, and at best it would sound like this song. I always thought it would be so hard to live with the Munsters because you would just want to get rid of the cobwebs and that would make them sad. You know? How stressful for everybody. Sometimes I have this dream where I look over and something that I thought was me is dreaming. Very big, very hairy, very scary to look at. And I just know that I have to take the best care of it. 9. "Aroused," Tom Vek - Good song, perfect voice, amazing video. This is how I feel on the fashion days. Or those days when you have to deal with people and you aren't in charge of them already and you can't work them immediately. Sometimes if they're scary I think about the beginning of "Peter & The Wolf" because that song gave me strength when I was little, but when I feel energized, it's this or "Destroy Everything You Touch" by Ladytron. One or the other. 8. "Who Are You Really?", Mikky Ekko - Absolute awesomest song of the fall -- and of use to so many TV shows!

Also: "SEE ME BARE MY TEETH FOR YOU" is used so often and so well that it should be closer to the Dan Smith Listener song, in terms of saying what I feel or think better than I can do those things I can't do. If I were a tattoo-getting person, that would probably be the thing I would have on my body first.
 
 7. "Somebody That I Used To Know," Gotye ft. Kimbra - This song helped me make sense of a thing I did to a person I loved very much. 6. "Video Games," (Lana Del Rey) Bombay Bicycle Club - The very best cover of the very most important song of the year. Yeah, I love Adele too and LDR hasn't got one-tenth of the whatever-she-is, but this song is a very big deal. And I love this band anyway, so it's awesome they did the best version of it. 5. "Settle Down," Kimbra - I described this one as "True Grit meets Douglas Sirk," which is true, but also a humble-brag because when my childhood best friend Will took me to West Side Story (tour with the original choreography!) before the house lights went down he said, "Have you seen True Grit yet," and I said "Heck yeah because that little girl..." and he goes, "I told my husband about twenty minutes in that it was like watching you when we were kids. If you want to know what Jacob was like, you're looking at it." Which made me so happy, because it is true. Sad and also good because it is true. 4. "Sail," AWOLNation - Hey, it's that guy from UTIOG doing his usual ragtime/soul bullshit but it doesn't annoy me! And the video is awesome! And he is mesmerizing! I will tell you one thing: I am not going out like this. Also: Good for yelling. 3. "212," Azealia Banks - you already know about it, we don't have to talk about it.

2. "Wooden Heart," Listener. The official video -- which is not this -- was released this year, so technically it can be the second-best song of the year. This song is partially about my second-favorite part in the whole of Michael Ende's Neverending Story.

 "...my hopes are weapons / that I’m still learning how to use right / but they’re heavy / and I'm awkward..."

He mailed me this CD months ago and I still haven't opened it because it lived in his house and he sealed it with his hands and probably he breathed at some point. The plan is, I marry this man forever and ever. I mean, unless something shows up that makes more sense than him. So far, not much does. No homo. 1. Hyuna, "Bubble Pop." Probably the best song and video in all creation. The way girls -- not boys -- feel, or once felt, about Britney Spears is the way I feel about this video. I get soooo crunk and I watch it over and over sooo many times. My friend Jonny was like, "I've never bought anything off the internet" and I said, "Not even to charities? What do you do when you're drunk?" and then I started thinking about ways to be drunk and not spend money. I asked the internet for my new favorite song, aloud, and said I would be checking for confirmation bias. And since then I don't need much more than this video. BONUS: Not yet actually available as far as I can tell; album coming out Jan 24 2012. Chairlift, "Guilty As Charged." Only people who are awesome enough to watch The Secret Circle got to know about this one and then we all spent weeks trying to find a decent copy of the song. See you in 2012, amazing song!

WHAT IF? Marvel On Rowling

Claremont: Everybody mind-controls everybody else and they all wear black leather straps instead of clothing and fight in underground fight clubs. Ron gets really fat and mind-controls everybody into wearing black leather straps instead of clothing and fighting in underground fight clubs. Lucius Malfoy is obsessed with Harry's DNA and keeps trying to steal his wizard semen using fake Ginny Weasleys. Hermione is blind but has computerized eyeballs that make her invisible somehow, and she is mind-controlled into wearing black leather straps instead of clothing, and also she fights in underground arena fight clubs. Everything is also Kaballah.

Len Wein: Minorities! Rita Skeeter is black and from Egypt and also a goddess of weather and also she is kind of a lesbian. One of the Weasley twins is Russian and the other one is from West Germany. Cedric is now a proud Apache warrior who sadly is eaten by a sentient island. Tonks smokes cigars and -- just like in the original books -- becomes everybody's favorite character for no reason whatsoever. Now she is Canadian and has adamantium claws and a refrigerator stuffed with Japanese women.

Austen: Snape kills Dumbledore, but it wasn't really Snape, he just thought he was Snape, and there is another Snape who is Chinese and might be Snape or his twin brother or something. Hagrid's father is actually the Devil, even though that makes no sense, and Hagrid dies or something. Dumbledore gets Wizard AIDS very immediately. Everything is very serious, so please don't laugh.

Nicieza: Hermione is not blind anymore! Now she is a Japanese ho. A butterfly comes out of her face sometimes, and she has a psionic knife that is the focused totality of her psionic knife powers. She dies of wizard AIDS. Everybody gets wizard AIDS and dies, but then comes back. Crossovers with Twilight, Vampire Diaries, and most other things that exist result in a paramilitary atmosphere and lots of hip pockets and giant guns.

Claremont: A future daughter of Ginny and Harry returns from the future, where she has been mind-controlled to hunt wizards whilst wearing bondage gear. Lesbian Parvati makes contact with Future Lesbian Lavender in order to stop this future from taking place, or maybe this is what makes it happen. The Ministry of Magic is mind-controlled into wearing bondage gear and dressing up their house elves in absurdly offensive mammy outfits. Everybody is put into concentration camps, wearing leather bondage gear instead of clothing.

Simonson: Slytherin is still more interesting than Gryffindor, but we barely ever see them. Neville dies pointlessly to save a supremely annoying, half-bird house elf mutant creature. A Veela shows up and everybody goes to space for a million stupid years. Ginny dies, so Harry marries a lookalike who is also a member of Steely Dan. Gryffindor start a "wizard-finding" service that appears to be bad but is actually good, which doesn't keep lots of wizards from committing suicide in a thinly veiled metaphor for internalized homophobia. Somebody in Ravenclaw is in a wheelchair and has magic pet lobsters.

Claremont: Albus Severus Weasley Potter is magically abducted to hell and then comes back a few seconds later full-grown, wearing bondage gear and growing devil horns whenever he practices magic. He enters a gay relationship with Cedric, who has a pet dragon now. He accidentally brings hell to earth, covering himself in eldritch armor with an eldritch sword that is the concentration of all his eldritch power. Inside the armor is Albus Severus as a baby, who immediately dies of wizard AIDS.

DeFilippis & Weir: One book to meet all of the young children, six books to murder them one-by-one in more and more horrible ways, while the original students -- all grown up now, all with mental disorders -- are forced to watch.

Whedon: Lavender and Parvati sleep together one night and then are brutally murdered. Ginny Weasley becomes a half-elf computer expert for no reason, and then is brutally murdered. Hermione gets addicted to time-turners and must defeat her future self like six times, including several brutal murders. You start to feel sorry for Dolores Umbridge, and then she is brutally murdered. Everybody sings a bunch of annoying songs and then are brutally murdered. Turns out they are sex workers this whole time.

Ellis: Hermione joins MI-5 and teams up with basically John Constantine to solve political British in-jokes. He's pretty cynical and smokes a lot, but underneath it all he just really believes in people. It is not really about the kids or about Hogwarts or wizardry or magic or anything you might have thought it would be about. Harry is actually Houdini's grandson and Hermione is descended from Tarzan and the whole Weasley family is actually from the Little Nemo universe and they just forgot. They get all the most awesome students together, and become sexy fascists. Also the media is aliens putting lizard babies in your abdomen, most likely.

Liefeld: Everyone's spines are bent into horrible contortions, they all get giant breast implants and weird crosshatches over parts of their bodies, the hip-pockets double in number and size, and the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher is Snape from the future and he has a twin brother who is also Snape but from the different future and from different parents who wears a toaster over his face. It is mostly nonsensical and has itself a latent homosexuality. All the spells do the same thing, which is go KRANGGG and SPOOSH and BLONK.

Morrison: Everything is perfect and way better, except the last book is still an unholy mess. Wizards are now a wonderful, vibrant and visible, culture-setting minority the rest of the world adores, almost like in real life. Dolores Umbridge turns out to be totally awesome and just says she was drunk the whole time she was with the Ministry; instantly forgiven. Snape is actually a future version of Harry Potter but doesn't remember everything in time to save everybody, but that's okay because everybody is everybody else and there's no such thing as Voldemort because he is all of us but inside-out and backwards, so deal with it. PS, Ginny Weasley is God.

Bendis: Stupid fuckin' Mrs. Weasley -- a person who dresses like an ugly stripper and is married to a robot and her only personality trait is to go insane periodically -- goes insane for the millionth time and wishes there were no wizards, so then everybody goes back to being some kind of ridiculous 1960's version of minorities that doesn't even exist, because Marvel is an idiot.

David: The gang goes to therapy! Which is lucky, because they all have serious mental problems. Hermione becomes an alcoholic, then gets pregnant. Harry has sex with alternate versions of himself in secret, then marries a little girl in a future concentration camp. Ron and Cedric also are gay on occasion. Please do not tell Rob Liefeld.

Liefeld: Ron and Cedric are not gay.

David: Ron and Cedric are totally gay.

Liefeld: Ron and Cedric are not gay or else.

I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE DOES IT

I'm in a small, gluten-free café in the hills of Los Angeles, waiting for my lunch dates to appear. Ever since the Weinsteins' record-setting deal on Jacob Clifton and Gwyneth Paltrow's co-production, I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE DOES IT, they've been impossible to track down.

Variety: "Jacob, you said you've been working on this script for a while?"

Clifton: "For a little while, yes. Of course, without Gwyneth onboard it never could have happened, so things actually ended up moving very quickly..."

Paltrow: "It's been a breeze, really. Jacob is a dream to work with."

Clifton: "Oh, Gwyneth. It is you who are the dream."

Paltrow: "You just 'get' me. Do you know what I mean?"

Clifton: "I 'get' what you mean..."

I have no idea what either of them means.

At this last, said with an arched eyebrow, they laugh -- desperately, honkingly -- clutching at one another like Dakota and Elle Fanning might, if they were children.

Variety: "Gwyneth, how would you describe your character?"

Paltrow: "Well, we said from the beginning that we wanted our characters to reflect us, and our process..."

Clifton: "But I mean, we're not playing ourselves. Any more than usual, that is!"

Again with the laughing. It's disconcerting. I wonder if either of them has ever had a friend before. I wonder if Claire Danes has any friends.

Paltrow: "I play an aspiring country musician who pays the bills by acting in blockbuster hits."

Clifton: "Same, but I pay the bills with intellectual fraud."

Paltrow: "Basically, the movie follows us through our lives as we make irritating choices."

Clifton: "I wanted to show what it's like for regular people, you know, succeeding in several different industries simultaneously. That power of delusion. Cookbooks. Lifestyle branding."

Paltrow: "I just wanted to take my top off. It's been a while since I did that in a movie."

Clifton: "A lot of it is just bare-assed excuses to have a lot of witty, self-aware dialogue. We're big fans of wit."

Paltrow: "And awareness."

One critic called the film "a more insecure version of Baumbach or Anderson, you know, taken to the next, even wankier level." I ask about the critical response so far, and am met with a wall of intense enthusiasm.

Clifton: "Am I a genius? I doubt it. Am I a saint? I try. Is this the best movie of all time? Who knows. Certainly the Cannes board doesn't get it. Could it herald a new genre in film? Probably."

Paltrow: "I call it Bumble & bumblecore."

They are forthright and forthcoming with all details: About the film, their eating habits, their families... I find it's hard to get a word in edgewise, to ask about the film, with the two of them up each other's sweaters the whole time. There is a discussion of kale that goes on longer than most features. It's worth noting that the two seem to have become inseparable.

Clifton: "We don't really like to have 'fun,' per se."

Paltrow: "Sometimes we prank-call Anne Hathaway."

Clifton: "True. True that."

Paltrow: "She's just asking for it, you know?"

When I ask Gwyneth and Jacob about their husbands -- mainstream rocker Chris Martin and CIA Director David Petraeus, respectively -- they just roll their eyes and laugh, once again.

Clifton: "It's kind of like being married to that computer that almost won Jeopardy!, but more intense."

Paltrow: "I don't understand a single word my husband says. I think that's what makes it work."

Clifton: "Really, we're married to the work. And each other. And Walter Van Beirendonck menswear."

Paltrow: "GET."

Clifton: "I'm paleo right now. You can almost see an ab."

Paltrow: "I subsist entirely on pages torn out of W magazine at the moment."

Clifton: "We talk about food a lot. That's one thing we do that is fun. And has no calories."

What follows is a dizzying ten-minute ramble in which labels and brands go whizzing by my head almost audibly:

Paltrow: "When it comes to organic herbals, I try to grow my own at home. But sometimes that's just not convenient, so I turn to the cold-packed, hand-picked herb mixes from my friend Elsie's line, Easy Being Green. Sometimes Chris makes me wear a mask of Thom Yorke."

Clifton: "The new Thom Browne is almost too much. I'm into trad right now. I want one of those leather helmets they used to play football in."

Paltrow: "I once made dinner for the Cleveland Browns. I told them I was using my grandmother's skillet, but the reality was vastly different. The skillet was from Lodge's Logic line -- I bought it at the Burkina Faso Williams-Sonoma. The truth is that I have no grandparents. I was made in a lab."

Clifton: "David and I are naming our next child Bristol-Myers Squibb. If it's a girl."

Paltrow: "If it's a girl we'll have to get her some Tom's shoes and an Apple iPad. Oh, and my friend makes the most wonderful artisanal bath salts for children. All-natural ingredients. You can only get the range at her small brick and mortar on Carnaby in London, but I'll have them mail over some for little Bristol-Myers Squibb. The line's called Precious/Precocious."

Clifton: "That's ironic."

I'm never sure if they're looking to use me for product placement or if they just talk in these terms all of the time, but just to be sure I am redacting that part of the interview. I ask them what their plans are, after the movie gets its wide release in a month. By the time you'll be reading this, of course, its success or failure will be a thing of the past, but in the meantime they seem somehow both jaded and hopeful.

Clifton: "Hitting the slopes. Wait, what? I don't ski. I guess that's just the person I was trying to be just now. How odd."
Paltrow: "How Drew Barrymore."
Clifton: "Ugh, right? No, for me it's more like, I want to meet Ryan Seacrest. Go to the Poconos, maybe. I want Andy Cohen and Brian Wilson to fight over me."

Paltrow: "I've already been to every country, with Anthony Bourdain."
Clifton: "Like, to the death."
Paltrow: "But travel's always been very important to me. Especially now that I keep having children and naming them things."

Clifton: "Travel. This junket is really taking it out of me, honestly. Do you know that we've had this exact same conversation we're having with you, literally forty... What is it, forty-two times?"

Paltrow: "Thirteen of those times were en français."

I try to imagine them having this conversation in French, thirteen times, and it so disturbs my equanimity that I squeeze my crystal water tumbler until it cracks with a high, near-imperceptible ting. Paltrow reaches out and takes my hand, while Clifton looks intently at my face, as if searching for something.

Clifton: "I mean, you seem like a nice man..."

Variety: "-- Thank you."

Clifton: "...But not so nice that it offsets the boredom. Here, have a hazelnut."

Later, when I ask what he means, exactly, he goes into detail. I have never met two people more comfortable with being patronizing in my life. It's like being slowly smothered to death by a well-meaning gift basket full of organic beauty products.

Clifton: "It's not that you're boring, of course. It's that... Well, don't you get tired of asking movie stars such as ourselves the same questions over and over? Wouldn't you like to..."

Paltrow: "Something about authenticity. Say something with 'authenticity' in it."

Clifton: "Wouldn't it be more authentic to, I don't know, talk about anything other than the work?"

The entitlement of these two, for a moment, is nearly breathtaking. Of course, why should they earn anything?

Paltrow: "They're going to come see my movies no matter what, homeslice. Why overdo the whole publicity thing?"

Clifton: "See, that's authentic."

Paltrow: "My mother, Blythe Danner, beat Jacob in an arm-wrestling match."

Clifton: "Too authentic."

Paltrow: "I am new to this, sorry. To authenticity."

Clifton: "It's okay."

A fan approaches Clifton with a bouquet of hydrangeas. Paltrow sits back, deep into her chair, flashing a toothy grin of satisfaction, anticipating what will happen next.

Updates

• Our block's water main was shut off for like an hour yesterday. Even today I feel profound gratitude when I turn on the faucet and water comes out of it. I am going to take so many showers now and they are going to mean something.
• Billie Joe tweeted that he got thrown off a Southwest flight for having too-saggy of pants. Why not just pull up your pants and stop fighting the power for like one second? You're a dad now.
• There's something stubbornly Gen X about complaining about celebrity tweets, like, you're staring into the glory of celebrities actively engaging in their own demythologizing and you can't think of anything but the generic superiority of rejecting entertainment figures. "I prefer to stay in this cult of personality and complain about it rather than acknowledge that they are people, and generally most people are pretty boring sometimes."
• When You Reach Me is such a great book I lost the desire to finish Mondegreen as I was reading it. It's the kind of non-genre SF I like best, but with some hefty wisdom, like, on the level of Harriet The Spy wisdom. Enjoy it for your own self.
• I'm recapping The Good Wife for TWoP this season, which reminds me of how I forgot to write about  hybristophilia in vampire fiction.
• I had a zombie dream; you know how much I hate zombies but I need to disclose this: It was in a Home Depot. Somebody wrote a play about surviving the zombies and we performed it for each other to stave off the grim certainty of our coming demise. In the end, I led Yaya DaCosta out through the warehouse and over to my cottage behind the Home Depot, locking the door behind us; there was a full garden there and a bunny named Miles in the cabbages again. She asked why we even stayed in the Home Depot with the zombies to begin with, and I woke up.
• Did I ever tell you about my friends Emily & Jodi? They make me incredibly nervous, but I love them.
• Please resist the desire to ask other people whether Hunger Games is just Battle Royale again. It's not clever, and you might never date again. You'll certainly receive tude from anybody who's been getting that goddamn question since goddamn 2008.
• Also, on the subject of conversations/horses that die minutes after their birth, George Lucas is the new The Help.

Bullying Followup #1

The trouble with writing constantly about teenagers as though they are people is that they inevitably talk back, also as if they are people, and then you have to have yourself a think. I got an amazing letter from a kid this week about the bullying stuff, heavily excerpted below, and apparently my response to her response went over well, which is good. Mostly, I was just amazed at my own blind spots, which is always gratifying.

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...I don't really know if this is something even appropriate to even do, but they don't have a comments section for the recaps and there's something on my mind regarding your recap that's been bugging me a lot. As a disclaimer, I'm really sorry if this is something that's not acceptable to do or anything, but then again... you wouldn't put your email for the public to see online if you didn't want people to email you. Before you freak out, I'm not creepy or anything I promise... I'm just a fan of your recaps on televisionwithoutpity.com and I read something tonight and I don't know what to make of it.

"If you're going to be the kind of person who gets bullied, and you can't handle it, you need to stop being that person."

I don't buy [this] at all ... I really want to understand what you're saying here because I think it could really mean something to me if I understood it.
For the past three years of high school I've been bullied. It's not obvious bullying though, which is why my case, I think, is kind of an exception to some of your argument. I am a genuinely nice person and I get bullied for it. I get harassed because I'm too nice of a person to defend myself when others make fun of me. When there's a disagreement I find it easier to just go along with whatever the other person wants because they should get what they want rather than causing a huge scene. When people make fun of me, I don't defend myself because I don't want to make the other person feel unhappy... I just take it because I'm a good person and I don't want to create a big deal out of it. That's just the person that I am.

...You say that whatever I'm being bullied for I should change. How can I change my disposition to be nice? Maybe I'm interpreting your argument wrong. I just feel really unclear and I hope that maybe you could do me the favor of clarifying that.

Once again, I'm sorry if I seem really stupid or if this is inappropriate... I don't mean to be annoying. I just really want to know what you meant because it's bugging me.

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I mean, what do you say? Obviously a sweet kid, a smart kid. A girl who deserves applause for not just plugging her ears when she got to a part that sounded like bullshit, which is more than 99% of us are willing to do. I just kind of stared at the screen for awhile and wondered how much and what kind of danger this neat girl's fire was really in. Trying not to count the apologies, qualifiers, passive-voice and the rest of it like I was going to serve her an itemized list at the end of our conversation.

Because the kind of person who takes that statement apart -- and I'll grant, the original ranterview was a little on the unstructured side, because I was trying to leapfrog questions and draw an emotional through-line -- and honestly asks, "Are you being a dick or what am I missing," well, that's the kind of person I want reading my writing. You know? Almost entirely 100% of the time, an email asking for "clarification" is really just being passive-aggressive and calling you out without actually doing it. But not this lady, no. So I was cowed, and maybe that's why the reply was blunt, but I thought either way it was worth preserving here, since the bullying thing seemed like such a valid conversation the first time around, last week:

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I think that where the problem comes in is that we have different definitions of being "nice." I'm not saying this applies to you, necessarily, but I will tell you about my friend [J]. He is smart, and strong, and I admire him in a lot of ways, but he has a lot of problems about being "nice." 

Everybody wants people to like them, of course. (I do too, probably more than most people.) But what I see J doing is thinking that by not having an opinion of his own, or by being quiet when he shouldn't be quiet, or agreeing with things that he doesn't agree with, it short-circuits in the end. He is resentful, because he gave away his own power -- and it didn't even work! People don't like him more because he is quiet, they don't like him any more because he agreed with them, and they certainly don't like it when he comes out resenting things after the fact. 

He's very interested in being The Good Guy. The guy that doesn't make waves, the guy that doesn't make people angry or disagree with them, even when they're wrong. The guy who knows the right answer, but doesn't always say it because it would make other people feel stupid. I know he feels bullied. I know he feels bullied personally by me, because I don't know if you know this but I can be kind of intense, and that's a bad mix. I am not a very good friend to J, at all, which is especially gross considering how much I love him. But also, it wouldn't matter, because he's already gotten himself into that position most of the day. Sometimes just asking him to form an opinion makes him feel bullied -- because he doesn't want to be the Bad Guy  who said No.

That's not being nice, in my opinion. That's being weak. That's holding your own image of yourself as the Good Guy, or the Nice Girl, above relating honestly with other people. I think that a lot of our society, and the ways we are raised, give us the idea that not having opinions, or never saying no, is the way to make people like you. 

But you know that this isn't true. You wrote to me that it isn't true. It isn't working.

What I see is a situation where you get to be the Good Guy, because you're "always nice," and if it doesn't work out -- that's everybody else's problem. You don't ever have to risk disappointing anybody, or getting anybody mad, or starting any confrontations, because you're always being "nice." There's nothing for them to get mad at!

Our culture raises us, especially young women, to think they're doing the right thing when we do this. That Nice Girls are good, and Not-Nice Girls are bad. But the definition of "Nice" that is used for that idea is really gross, and wrong, and old-fashioned, and nasty. It's designed to make you hate yourself, and to keep you small, and to keep you quiet. 

And then you get the reward, for following along: You get to be the victim, because you didn't offer your opinion and they didn't ask. You get to feel like you have the moral upper hand, because you're "nice" and everybody else is not-nice. You're the winner. You're the victim.

And what I was writing about in the recap is the idea that any time you see yourself as the Victim, you need to stop what you're doing and look at your own ability to change the situation. Because nobody ever makes us crawl, and nobody makes us feel bad without our consent. And I will tell you another thing, [Lady], and I hope that you don't think I'm being a jerk or that I don't understand:

Nobody was ever too kind. Nobody ever got bullied because they were too kind, nobody was ever victimized for their compassion. Ever. 

And what that means to me, is that you need to think about the difference between "nice" and "kind." "Nice" is passive and lazy and cowardly, and thinks only about itself. "Kind" is active and strong and thinks aboutother people. I think you should remove the word "nice" from your vocabulary for a little while, because my reply would be that -- whether or not you want to hear it -- you're not a special case: You're just like everybody else. 

We all were brainwashed to be "nice." We all were taught that we need other people to feel okay about ourselves. We all were taught that popularity is the most important thing, and that being "nice" is a good way to get there. But it's not true. None of it is true. You have to find a place of your own, to stand on. Even if it's just the ground underneath your feet, you have to know that you own it, and you don't owe anybody else for it. 

So yes, that is the thing you have to change about yourself, but it's just a dictionary definition in your head that needs to change: That "nice" is the opposite of "strong," and you're not any more "kind" than you would be otherwise. Nobody can be expected to respect you if you don't show respect for yourself, and that starts with having convictions and standing by them, showing character and strength, and remembering to be kind. You can do those things and still be true to yourself.

You are a smart person, and you have good intentions. It's nice to see you thinking, and curious, about this kind of stuff, and I hope you read these words in the spirit that they were written, because I'm not trying to be rude, or condescending or bossy or whatever. I am impressed that you wanted to get more into that sentence, it means a lot to me -- I hope this helped, whether or not you think I'm right about the rest of it. Good luck!

Jacob

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Moral of the story? Don't write me fanmail or you might get some words back, I suppose. Certainly her response was intensely gratifying on a whole other level. Either way, a helpful reminder that the shorthand you use throughout your mental day doesn't always come across -- and that's not really because people are lazy, or at least, not as often as you're/ I am apt to assume. It only makes you smarter when you get to go back and look at what you said and why, and fill in the gaps, but you often have no reason to do that. Unless, apparently, you're in the habit of corresponding with precocious young girls.

How It Gets Better

I've gotten a lot of heat over the years for the things I say about bullying, because there's not really an open entree to say everything I think at once, and it's kind of a large subject. So when I was writing about this week's episode of Pretty Little Liars, which is a pretty amazing show, I kind of let myself get pulled into a full-on discussion of the subject. 

Which is dumb, in some ways, because A) Writing one-third of an entire recap about an unrelated subject is not interesting to people who want to know what happened in the show, and B) Plenty of people who might want to think about that subject are not necessarily going to watch a show about Pretty Little Anything. So maybe I should have just put it here to begin with. Although from what I can tell, it's doing okay in the middle of that recap. Maybe polarizing a little, but that's to be expected. Anyway, they had a therapist lady in to talk to their high school about bullying, which struck me as funny because the whole show is a better conversation about bullying and cyberbullying than any grownup presentation could be, and this is what I wrote:

I think cyberbullying was invented mostly by moms. I mean, it's obviously a thing, but it's not a thing in a vacuum. A kid whose life is hell would be going through hell regardless of the Internet. So you take the victim mentality of a bullied kid's mother, and you add the Internet superstition of everybody over thirty, and yes, it can seem like this huge monster that Boomers never had to deal with.

But to me, cyberbullying is a great model for all bullying, in that your response is completely your choice: It's as real as the boogeyman, which can be pretty fucking real. But asking people gently to stop bullying is like asking them to recycle, or asking them to find obesity attractive suddenly, or asking teenagers to stop having sex so they don't embarrass Jesus: Not only are you asking for something that's never going to happen, but you're putting the responsibility on the most unlikely possible people. Have the conversation and start your own army, instead of looking for validation from the shitty people who don't want you anyway.

Anne: "So what, all this outreach and advocacy is for suckers?"
Jacob: "No. But the It Gets Better campaign is the closest possible answer. Not addressing the bullies who aren't listening, but the kids who are so tied up in their own powerlessness and need that they don't understand how much power they actually have. Explaining to them what options they have, in an untenable environment. Tools and strategies to beat the game."

Anne: "It seems like you're blaming the victim."
Jacob: "Understand things as they are, operate within that framework, and there won't be a victim to blame. The only worthwhile education you can give a kid at this point in life is how to deal with ugly realities, the way things actually work. Not whine at shitty kids with shitty parents who aren't listening anyway. Stop outsourcing accountability for your own strength, or your kid's, to gross people who don't care anyway."

Anne: "Okay, fine. What would you say to a person who was getting cyberbullied?"
Jacob: "Block the person. The Internet is not real, it's a giant bathroom wall. Learn it early, live it forever."

Anne: "What would you say to a person who was getting regular bullied?"

Jacob: "Beat the shit out of the person."

Anne: "Really?"

Jacob: "No, not really. Maybe sometimes. I would say that everything is a transaction, and we've all forgotten that somewhere along the way. That if you're going to be the kind of person who gets bullied, and you can't handle it, you need to stop being that person."

Anne: "Just completely give in to peer pressure."
Jacob: "No. Understand that peer pressure doesn't exist. Everybody has the right to feel less alone. Those people are out there and you have to find them. What works for therapy also works for real life, meaning that you have to tell the secrets before they can stop hurting you, or paralyzing you, and the biggest secret of all is your loneliness."

Anne: "Sounds like selling out, possibly."
Jacob: "Absolutely it is selling out. But you're making deals every day of your life. If you don't like the terms, change them. If that's selling out, you have to ask yourself who you're trying to impress."

Anne: "But kids should be allowed to be themselves."
Jacob: "Heck yeah they should. But they're not. And they won't ever be. And that won't change, no matter how old you get, and at some point you'll understand that 'yourself' doesn't change, regardless of the deals you make. The stuff you're getting harassed about is not essential to who you are. Bullies are educating you about the parts of yourself that don't fit into the herd, they're like the immune system for normality. But a virus doesn't roll over and die, it mutates. It evolves."

Anne: "Sounds like you had it pretty easy."
Jacob: "Yeah, being the fat gay kid at a small-town Southern high school that was literally named for a Confederate General, that was a real fucking blast."

Anne: "So you had it hard?"
Jacob: "Not really. I realized that high school is a fucking joke, that It Gets Better pretty quickly after that, and that my best defense was not asking for it. Not cosigning their bad trip. I think in some ways being gay made it easier to cut through the bullshit, because I'd found one true thing about myself that I could stand on, get my head above water, finally look around and see how silly and stupid everything else was."
Anne: "You opted out."
Jacob: "No, I made a deal. It cost me a lot. In other, better ways, I got a lot more in return. But yeah, once you're on the outside of a game, the rules of the game make a whole lot more sense. It doesn't get better. You get better. It was never in charge, and sitting back waiting for It to get better means It's going to suck as long as it possibly can, because It has no reason to change. It is doing fine no matter how miserable it's making you."

Anne: "So, what. The old Nobody Can Make You Feel Lousy Without Your Consent chestnut. You realize that when you say that, it just makes people feel worse, right?"
Jacob: "If you're already buying in, sure. It's not just a Roosevelt quote, although you could live your life by her wisdom and you'd turn out okay. But it's true. The world is much, much bigger than high school. High school is the very last time in your entire life that you honestly cannot choose the people or the situations around you. I had pretentiousness on my side. Still do."

Anne: "So what would you say to Emily, or Lucas, or Mikey?"

Jacob: "Lucas and Mikey are figuring it out. Actively working on this, which is why it looks so scary. They're burning calories to get there, and don't necessarily have all the tools or support to know that there's even an endpoint. Emily, I would say that it sucks to have a ghost ninja after you [long story], but that caged-up awful feeling would probably be something you would feel anyway. Just like absolutely everybody else does."

Anne: "Even bullies?"

Jacob: "Especially bullies. It's amazing what you can learn once you stop looking at people as the enemy and start looking at them as people. These pressures are atmospheric, they are part of the basic gameboard, they are the burden of everybody. Bullies deal with the pressure by turning it on the weak; they're quislings. Cyberbullies do it in the most pathetic possible way. Alison [the dead frenemy on the show] did it like a knife."

Anne: "It's sort of sacred ground to talk about this stuff, you know, when kids are actually dying."
Jacob: "I get that, and yeah, that's horrific. But it doesn't change the facts, which is that puberty makes everybody crazy, and high school means putting all those crazy people in a room and making them fight. Why do you think The Hunger Games is so amazing?"
Anne: "That was political."
Jacob: "It's all political. It's inherently political. If our culture didn't have teenage girls and gay boys to carry all of our shit, we'd have to fight it out ourselves. It's all the same story. Contending with social pressure while under the attack of insanity hormones is a crucible for the real world."

Anne: "What about compassion?"
Jacob: "Compassion is all I'm talking about. Compassion for everybody. But it's something you give, not something you can take. Certainly not something you beg for. Meanwhile you gotta go hardcore on the shit that you can personally fix."

Anne: "So you're saying the parents of bullied kids are doing it wrong?"
Jacob: "God no. I'm saying that everybody is doing the best they can already. The only thing we can do as parents -- or as kids, as people -- is get the tools to be less crazy, and stop trying to get everybody else to parent better. Because that's never going to happen. Stop remembering your childhood as this golden age, like it wasn't as fucking tawdry and scary as teenage life is now, and get in there with both hands. Have the conversation. Your responsibility is your own kid -- your own life -- and making sure they -- or you -- feel safe enough to go outside, or on the Internet, with the armor and weapons to stay alive."

Anne: "You're talking like it's war."
Jacob: "It is a fucking war. That's what this entire show's about."

It's also generally what I'm writing about, but there it is.

Goodbye Housewives

Surprisingly, a Tea Party stealth show that regularly shows up on the Top Three shows watched by Republicans eventually stopped being covered by TWoP. Any recapper that has covered it will tell you that nobody can actually recap the show that long, because its two settings are idiotic and bigoted. I had fun. The recaps were more fun to write than the show was to watch, which is usually a recipe for success. Any case, I'm glad my last words were these, from there to the end.

Having said that, I'm really proud of the writing I did for this hateful, bigoted, racist, homophobic retrograde piece of shit show, and you should read them.

The 5 TV Characters You Are Way Too Close To

I was going to do another pretentious religious post today but I had a great conversation with a friend tonight about the move from identifying with characters to identifying with story, which is a major topic that you can't attack all at once.

So I will ask you, to start with: What or who are the TV characters that you take on, or have taken on, so personally that it changed your life?

I will tell you some bad ones in this blog right now, because there are roadblocks and bumps, but it's implied that they're only problems because of my job, not objectively. (Well, actually if you get to this level with any fictional character, that is a problem and you need to get a life, but I'm trying out this idea of not being super judgmental and it's lasted almost four days so I think it's a success. Plus, I'm disclosing my own personal shit on that level so "get a life" has a specific meaningless meaning here.)

1. Is obviously going to be Buffy Anne Summers. Our moms died the same week, we turned our sex lives into nightmares the same week (multiple times), we labored under the super-special unique snowflake drama of the gifted child all the time together, we made self-hating sexual decisions together... I was raised, by a witch, to believe that I was going to do something amazing to save the world. That is a lot of pressure (and explains a fuckload if you know me at all). It doesn't mean I don't still believe that is true, lol, but Buffy really did help me deal.

It wasn't that I looked up to her or even liked her that much: We were just in the same shitty situation, and she always did the thing I would do, so it didn't occur to me to like or dislike her. We were brothers. She was Artemis, I was Apollo: Who discusses that? Perfect sync, perfectly crafted mistakes. I think this made Riley a lot easier to take for me than most viewers, because you take one look at that dude and you're like, "This is going to suck when I break you." Which is what he was for: Teaching Buffy that she walked through this world, like all of us do, warping everything and everyone around us, with power we didn't even know we had.

I still love Riley. (And while I'm grossing you out? I fucking hate Willow Rosenberg. She is the worst. She writes herself passes on the reg that make me sick. I cannot handle self-dealing, because I am naturally a manipulative person and I believe you have to fight your skills to grow because everybody lives best in the house of their best accomplishment. I only liked her from mid-season six on, and by season seven she'd become my favorite character.)

2. Eva Longoria's character Gabriela Solis on Desperate Housewives. Not only is she the most talented and (sorry to say it but it's an Olympic race not a Special Olympic one?) beautiful actor in the cast, but I have always identified with the traits she represented: The girl who is judged entirely by her outsides to the point that she forgets she has insides. Again, it was less a matter of liking her and more a matter of watching her make the same decisions I would make, in every situation, over and over.

Basically the only non-depressing thing about the very sad situation of that show -- which has become, I know you don't watch it so I'll tell you, a fucking racist Teabagger jubilee in which all women are idiots, all fags are 80s faggy, and women with opinions are worse bitches than women without, it is so gross, you guys; I love writing about it! -- is Gabby, because (when she's not embodying some horrific gay stereotype or playing one up) she still speaks for my major part, which is: You make a deal to be an object, a sexual object, and you take the power that gives you. You know you're negotiating with a smart clear head, but the object of the game is never letting on that you're smart or know what you're doing.

On my actual favorite show Grey's Anatomy (why I love it goes in a forthcoming conversation, because that is a fucking doozy) my identification character was Izzy, basically for the same reason. "Oh, you think I'm a whore? Well, that's not going to change. But I'm happy to act like an idiot for a second to calm you down." My relationship with Izzy was more powerful and influential than anybody on TV, besides #1 and #5 on this list. I fucking am still insane for that girl. (It's also funny that Blogger thinks I should link to the Stardust post, because I don't even know who I identify with, but I think it's a combination of the two leads because they're two halves both necessary, viz the Stardust post. Still the coolest thing I ever wrote, for me to reread, besides that one Starbuck one.)

As a feminist, as a queer man, images like this helped me make so much more sense of my life than trying to fit other people's random boring 1969 white male narratives into what I was and still am being subjected to. Not the diva, just every girl that ever said "You know what? Fuck it, yes. Fine. Treat me like I'm an idiot and in five years when I have your job we'll see what happens." They're already playing this game, and we've been playing it since we were born, so it only makes sense that you fake it and keep playing -- with an eye to win.

3. Mrs. Zoe Washburn. To a casual viewer -- to Joss himself, to Himself himself -- it's River that plays the Buffy role. Mal is to Giles as Buffy is to River: The butterfly psyche that must be protected and loved and never restricted, the anima that fights our fights. But to me watching Firefly, it was Zoe that carried me because the fact is, I belong personally in the Loyal Bodyguard role. Not sidekick, not wingman, but a more vital and passionate figuration of both. I am the Riker, the Chakotay, the Nerys. Zoe is Neo's Trinity, and to me it's not a contradiction because in this formualation Buffy represents the Loyal Bodyguard ... of Everybody. (Class Protector. Obviously, I know, but I'm trying to equate Zoe and Buffy here, when any sane person would tell you it's Mal or River who is the Buffy.)

Saving the world is for figureheads and activists and special snowflakes. (Saving the world is what misers do: I want to see how you change it.) Just give me somebody amazing to love, and I'll do the rest. That is how I do my part, in the story about me. (PS: Do not ever tell a guy you feel like/want to be his bodyguard, you lose, the end.)

You should always be the star of your drama, but it's possible to be amazing while also preserving somebody else's untenable idealism. You heal each other, doing this: Your dream lives on in them, and you remind them to eat and you fight their fights when they're busy. Mary Magdalene and Molly Millions/Sally Shears/Stepping Razor are all the same thing: Deadly beauty that preserves the dreamer's fragile intuitive beauty. There is nothing more wonderful than that, to me.

4. If you haven't seen Jennifer's Body, or if you didn't like Jennifer's Body, you should go back and watch it again. Because the two leads in that movie describe the loveliest tango around those two ideas that it's breathtaking. You know how Dark Knight keeps playing with this idea of the multiple Batmen and multiple Jokers and then it's about order/chaos and the ridiculousness of having to force yourself into these untenable philosophical shapes and what it does to you, and then even Commissioner G and Two-Face get sucked into the multiplicity? That's Jennifer's Body, telling that story like it's everyday life.

The best line of that movie is left out of the final product ("I'm not killing people, I'm killing guys!") which is a shame, because it tells such amazing truths about what it's like to be an object and to negotiate actual deals with actual people with your sexuality on the table. Truest movie. In the last decade I would say Jennifer's Body and The Nines (which is not on this list because there are no people in that movie, besides you) are the only ones that come close to explaining what it's actually like to be a human person. (Which explains why every privileged straight male hated one or both: They literally don't speak the language, they hold no currency, they are surrounded by the sound of angels in the architecture etc.)

Jennifer (Megan Fox) a little bit moreso than the other one, but not by a whole lot: If you honestly want to know how fucking rank it is to be a girl or how many decisions girls and gay dudes have to make every second of ever day, first thing is you listen to "What It Feels Like For A Girl" which is the most brilliant song of all time, and then you watch this movie. My God, it's verite.

5. Brenda Chenowith. Without her I doubt we'd be having this conversation at all, because I never would have gotten interested to this degree in writing about culture, TWoP, the whole thing. I never stepped back from my TV until Brenda. The internet was fairly new, even, back then. I didn't know that spoilers were cancer, I didn't know that shipping was cancer, I didn't know that any of the things I was doing were fucking up my own game. All I knew was, Brenda Chenowith was literally watching myself brought to life on TV. She had my biography, she had my neuroses, she had my strengths and my weaknesses, the same books/dissertations were written about her that had been written about me, she had the same parents, all of it, and of course I was convinced nothing bad would ever happen to her.

And then she started doing the most awful shit! Suddenly all my sexual mores and priorities were being called into question, on a regular basis, weekly even, and did I rise to the occasion? No I did not. What I did -- and that's why I'm blogging about this entire idea -- is decide the Six Feet Under had lost the magic. (And decided to blame Australians, which is a random racism that still haunts me but I'm convinced started here.)

The show had become stupid, too high on its own success, too up its own fundament, nothing mattered and everything hurt. And realizing, which I didn't do for years, that this very hardcore critical viewpoint was predicated on a single simple thing -- I didn't like it when Brenda did the shit I was doing in real life, because she was being gross -- getting too real. I watched myself cross the streams between "good" and "I like this," which is the root of all fucking internet discussions that are useless. And even worse, I was liking or not liking it based entirely on whether my fictional puppet-self was being perfect or not.

I watched this happen and I was powerless to stop it, because I loved her too much. Four seasons of that show I watched, angry, because Brenda would never be me again. Even when she was, in all her complex ugly glory, still playing out my dramas and my weakness and my perversity: I rejected it so hard that I was rejecting the show.

And I'll never get those years back. I recently started watching random episodes of the show just to test it, to push on the bruise knowing that I wasn't that boy anymore -- and I noticed that Claire Fisher is fucking amazing. Never noticed her the first time around. And the coolest thing about that is, I said something to that effect on Facebook -- "I was so obsessed with Brenda that I completely missed out on the fact that Claire Fisher is an amazing young woman" -- and the thought seemed so specific and self-obsessed and Facebooky that nobody would remark on it, much less like or dislike or quibble. Frankly, those pronouncements I always make on FB without expecting a response... But you know, in this case a couple people that I simply love came back to say, "I feel the same exact way."

My job has given me hella distance from the shows I write about, at this point. I get letters you wouldn't believe, imploring me with EVERY other WORD in all-caps, about the importance of Dan Humphrey marrying Blair Waldorf and how other configurations and characters are TACIT CORROBORATIONS of some nefarious sexist plot or another. And god knows I will wade into that fight without a second thought, because it's my duty as the Zoe, as the Buffy, to explain certain things in a patronizing tone that won't ever make a difference.

But what they don't see -- and you don't see, because I don't talk about this part of my job very often, the hatemail and the meantweets (!) and the professional scars -- is that every time they strike out against an unfair and ugly narrative world, I am right there with them. As dumb as I find it, fighting for the personhood of Amy Pond who is barely a person and thus not subject to the rights of even a fictional person, I get it. We're not talking about Amy Pond, we're talking about you. We're not talking about Joey Potter, we're talking about you. Beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, complicated, angry you. You are Brenda.

And I am Brenda, I am Faith, I am every West Wing character that ever existed, especially the men, but most of all I'm Zoe and Buffy and I'm Brenda. I get it. I am on your side. But I can't fight for it anymore, because that's not what stories are about. I broke Six Feet Under for myself in a way I will never get back, and I'm still angry at myself for that. I needed a better bodyguard. A less invested one, at least.

Edit: Good question. No dudes. I don't feel represented on television very often. Jason Street was probably the last time I felt that way about a male character. Plus, Alexander the Great works for most any purpose so I guess I don't really go looking... The older brother on that show Jack & Bobby, Peter Pevensie, Peeta Mellark, Gaius Baltar, Riley Finn. Most of the men on your modern sitcoms like Happy Endings and Cougar Town. (I was going to say the ginger from Modern Family, but that would be cheating because I'm really just responding to the traits he shares with his sister.) Jason Stackhouse, quite often. St. John Rivers, from Jane Eyre. Most priests, actually, from Father Mulcahy to Qui-Gon Jinn. The entire cast of Full Metal Jacket. Billy Bibbitt, Fiver the Rabbit. Charles Wallace Murry.

Stopping At The Revelation

I think it says something that most of these posts have begun with some variation on, "Here's where I fucked up" or "What people don't seem to get is..." What I think it says is that I am still learning how to have an opinion without being convinced that the world would work a lot better if everybody did exactly what I say at all times. On the other hand, I firmly believe that if everybody operated that way -- acting in accordance with their own values, making sure those values work for everybody -- things actually would be better. Not exactly a new concept.

Having said that, What people don't seem to get is that noticing the Matrix does not equal evil intent on the part of the Matrix. Whether it's understanding how manipulative advertising can be -- or understanding that God is irrelevant/doesn't exist, or that men have an unfair advantage in a lot of ways and that's been true for the entire existence of people -- there's a fairly heroic shout in uncovering that truth for yourself. A feeling of having broken through: What was hidden is revealed!

Now, my own religious stuff is complicated and boring and personal, but I wouldn't go so far as to disavow atheism. For the purposes of this context, I am confident that the theist concept of God is ridiculous and nonexistent: I am an atheist. (The very loud existentialist asterisk here, where I am also not one at all, is something I'd have to be drunk to bore you with.)

But the revelation of God's absence feels, like in the examples to follow, like a pressure has been lifted. That's because a very real pressure has very really been lifted. A spark from the heavens has come to illuminate the world, the shadows are just bedroom furniture, nobody is watching you, and those niggling feelings of trying to go along with the herd simply vanish. A tremendous feeling.

And the revelation of institutionalized misogyny and patriarchal control -- you are not crazy, they just want you to think you're crazy -- has a personal meaning for all of us, because all of us are trapped in that system. Queers and women live inside a system that's working against them, and has been, for eternity. And honestly, that's a pressure lifted.

The revelation of one's own queer sexuality, my God, it cured my GERD within a week and I can only barely remember how bad my ongoing digestive distress had been in those pre-teen years. The exuberance of the newborn queer, the newborn atheist are lovely; the exuberance of a newborn feminist is loveliest of all.

And then we stop.

THE END

Having discovered The Answer, we retreat to our corners and our online collectives and our like-minded compatriots, and we start making lists. Stupid Christian Conservatives being led around by corporations. Stupid anorexic supermodels being led around by the Male Gaze. Stupid heterosexuals getting up in our business.

Lists and examples and horror stories and monster actions and monster reactions, and the whole time your audience is getting smaller and smaller and angrier and angrier and you're preaching to a rapidly vanishing choir, to the point where we can agree that our little kaffeeklatch of Fellow Geniuses is, simply by yelling at each other -- or worse, playing Mean Girl games about who gets to be more outraged, outraged first, outraged with the most novelty -- somehow making a difference to a culture that doesn't even know we're having this conversation.

We go looking, like junkies, for the diminishing returns of that first feeling of revelation. Every mutilated photoshoot, every pronouncement by Rick Santorum, every exciting protest march or speech, becomes another chance, another hit of that beautiful feeling of freedom: Another attempt to level up toward transcendence. This looks to me like a lot like complacency.

Revelation isn't a state, it's a moment. Revolution isn't a particle, it's a wave. They are tools in your toolbox, not laurels or garlands. One does not become a feminist, one begins the project of feminism. One doesn't simply join the cargo cult of modern homosexuality, or kink, or childfree-dom, or whatever the thing is: One steps outside conventional ideas of gender and relationships, and then finds out what's next.

OR WHATEVER AMAZING THING YOU DID

I'm finding it hard to get to the end without relying on spiritually tainted language, because it's my belief that -- though the human mind wasn't "designed" -- we were designed to keep moving. And I believe that God -- even though there isn't one, and I always get yelled at for substituting "grace" so I can't say that either -- is a wave that never breaks. What I really want to do is quote Hegel (and some very basic Jung) but that would just piss you off, so I'll leave their names out of it.

The way of all thought is thus: Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis. You think of a thing, you think of the opposite thing, you take the best stuff from both, you keep going. Every Synthesis is a new Thesis. It doesn't stop. It just gets bigger. You just get bigger. You go higher. you get better.

For the rest of your life, The Answer will continue to stop being the Answer the second you find it. It goes into your utility belt to make locating the next Answer easier and your journey less terrifying, but it doesn't ever describe you completely. The second you rest on the thought you've just thought is the very second it dies all around you: You got lost in the loop of trying for the same revelation over and over again.