On another note…

September 13, 2007

As some of you may know, I’ve been having my Pottermania obsession about 6 weeks later than everyone else. Oh well. Better late than never. Some haters would say better never than ever. Here are two of my favorite Harry Potter parodies:

This is the standard make two male characters seem like they’re gay, a la all those Brokeback Mountain parodies (I suggest “Brokeback to the Future” it’s like the Citizen Kane of Brokeback parodies. “Brokeback by the bell” is just fun). However, it’s still pretty fun.

This is just silly and I enjoy the slutty Gryffindor costumes.

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No matter what you say! I may cry a lot when I don’t mean to, but the things I take offense to, well…they warrant taking offense to! I’m sick of people (in this my case), ignoring and minimizing what I say to being oversensitive. When I have issues with my brother, my dad tells him to humor me because I’m oversensitive. Fuck that shit! If hypothetically I’m mad at my brother (which I am not currently) then it’s because we have issues and he made me mad! I’m not fucking oversensitive. Saying that is so condescending and basically means whatever I say and think has no merit on it’s own.

I’m also sick of people assuming anything I say about race, gender, sexuality, etc. is an example of my oversensitivity because my identity supposedly makes me biased. What does that sound like? Oh, you’re a woman of color and there for what you’re saying has no worth. It doesn’t sound like I’m being oversensitive, it sounds like you’re being WCPer (white supremacist capitalist patriarchy. When I point out that a song or a movie or whatever is say sexist, I am not saying it shouldn’t exist, I’m not saying that it should be censored, nor am I saying that the makers intended it to be sexist. They could intend whatever they want but the result is different, and how people read it is different. If it’s sexist, though it’s sexist. I state it like a fact. Like the song is 2:12 minutes long, the song is sexist. Something can be likable and have artistic value and still have problematic aspects. That should be acknowledged. For example, I liked the movie “Sin City” which is highly patriarchal. I enjoy it, I think visually it’s really unique and wait oh…I can also admit that it very misogynist. I’m not making excuses for it just because I like it.

So…all in all don’t tell me I’m being too PC or oversensitive. Those labels are just new ways to silences progressive voices.

I hate what people have now used PC to mean. I’m not a big fan of it either. As a Pomona alumn once said very well (jacqueline wong-hernandez i think), it’s not about being politically correct, but about being respectfully correct. people too often use being anti-pc as a protective banner to not have to question themselves, and have a racist, sexist, classist xenophobic free for all!

this annoys me the most in the realm of humor. saying that your humor is anti-pc and deals with race is now like a shield that protects the humor from criticism. it’s like if the joke deals with race and is stupid, you can’t say it’s stupid because then people will think you’re just being PC. though at times it has its moments, Mind of Mencia is a good example of this. I don’t think it’s funny cuz it’s not. Dave Chapelle talks about race in his humor and I crack up. Why? Because it’s clever! It’s funny. Racism can’t protect a bad joke from being bad. Also, there’s a fine line between critiquing racism in humor and simply reinforcing it. but anyways, your joke may be un-pc, and i may not laugh. i’m not laughing because i’m too pc, i’m not laughing because you’re too unfunny. garrr!!

Internet People!

September 7, 2007

This video makes me feel warm and fuzzy in the cactus where my heart should be. Has the focus of my neverending love for nostalgic pop culture references shifted from venerating the artifacts of my childhood to now longingly recalling the viral internet videos from my high school and college days?

Animated by the NY-based Dan Meth, this vid references almost all of my favorites, all of those web vids that I watched again and again, prioritizing their 22nd viewing over studying for the SATs or writing fellowship applications, etc. Remember, ALMOST is the operative word here. “Internet People” is missing a video that is very dear to my heart…

I know you were wondering…

September 7, 2007

Today I was reading “Savage Love” which is a sex-advice column by Dan Savage. It resembles something like Dear Abby. Savage Love has been responsible for some of the funniest sexual terminology, such as santorum, named after the homophobic Republican senator, Rick Santorum. What’s the definition? The frothy mix of lube and fecal matter found after anal sex. Oh and there’s pegging, which is a short way to describe when women use strap on dildos to fuck their male partners. Anyways….

So I was reading it today and someone wrote with a problem, that I know is ALWAYS happening to me. It probably happens to you too! If you want to know how to avoid a faux pas, read the following!

Q: My friends and I were debating a troubling incident over drinks and figured you would be the best person to ask: What should you do when you’re at a party, and while looking for a toilet, you accidentally walk into the bedroom of someone you know, but don’t know well, and discover a boy half her age tied to her bed? (Half her age = very early 20s.) The boy is not just tied to her bed, but also has a giant, leather muzzle-like thing buckled over his mouth, clothespins on his nipples, his cock exposed—and hard, which seems relevant—and, this is an important detail, a look of panic in his eyes?

My friend said, “Oh! Sorry!,” shut the door, and quickly left without saying anything. But should she have done something more? Called the police, perhaps?

-Concerned Women For America

An. Did the boy want to be there? His hard cock would seem to scream, “Yes! Yes!” But what of his look of panic? It’s tempting to credit that look to the bondage or the clothespins or his helplessness and presume that he’s being held against his will. But a naked boy sprawled out on a bed of rose petals, a dozen tiny tea candles twinkling on the windowsill, dollops of whipped cream on his nipples, will also look panicked when a stranger walks into the room. So it’s likelier that this boy was merely distressed—and humiliated and turned on and thrilled—at being discovered by someone else, a stranger, in this helpless condition, exposed as a perv and some kinky, older femdom’s sex slave.

But this boy, unlike a boy rolling around on a bed of rose petals, can’t bolt if whipped cream or clothespins are applied to his nipples in a nonconsensual fashion. So here’s what your friend should do if she ever finds herself in a similar situation: Step into the room, close the door, walk over to the boy, unbuckle his gag, and ask him if he’s all right. If he says yes, ask him if he’s sure. If he says yes again, ask him if he’s really sure. If he says yes a third time, take the clothespins off his nipples, count to 10, give the clothespins a half turn, put them back on his tits, and quietly leave the room.

Then your friend should rejoin the party, hand the gag to her host, and say, “You do know it’s not safe to leave a tied-up person—particularly a gagged one—alone, right?”

-Dan Savage 

Since I feel bad about not posting for awhile, I’ll try to make it up by posting my new favorite show! It’s a Japanese game show, I don’t know if this is its actual name but you can find it if you look up “Human Tetris”, since that essentially is what the show is.

Anti-Aging Cream

September 6, 2007

I don’t need none of it! I’m over the hill and that’s ok!! Alright, I realize that that is a ridiculous statement. I recently saw the musical “Avenue Q”, which is basically my life right now told in song and puppetry. It’s about this guy who just graduated from college, trying to find his purpose in life, struggling with adapting to the real world and wondering “what can you do with a BA in English”? Anh-Thu in a nutshell…except my degree may be even less hire-able. There’s this scene where he’s pretty destitute, fucking up both his professional and personal life, and he bemoans the fact that he’s already so old because he’s “almost 23”. The audience laughed heartily at this, and I too knew that it was silly but in my head I was like “Me too!!!!”. Even if I feel like I should know better at my age and being a college graduate and shit, it’s ok cuz lots of people have no idea what they’re doing with their lives. To me that is both kind of comforting and kind of depressing. Oh well. That’s life, and if anything it’s only for now.

On a related note about aging, I was at a mall yesterday and was accosted by this woman at one of those face cream, lotion, expensive products stand, who basically talked to me and tried to get me to buy $80 worth of stuff by pointing out all this negative stuff about me. She was like “I see you have blackheads on your nose, this cleanser and moisturizer will clear up your skin” and “This cream is great for dealing with stretchmarks.” THANKS  A LOT LADY! I’m just shopping, minding my own business and I don’t want some stranger pointing out all these “negative” things about my body and try to make me feel guilty for not spending ridiculous amounts of money. HARUMPH!

My last little shbeal about getting old: While cleaning the house today, I watched TRL for the first time in a long time, cuz it happened to be on and it was going to have both Timbaland and Daniel Radcliffe (shit! i just realized i missed the Timbaland part!!!!). Anyways I was watching the clips of these new videos and I just didn’t care about them. I’ve seen these kinds of artists again and again before, the scantily clad teenage r&b princesses, the lovestruck white girls, the pop pseudo punk band. That doesn’t mean I think they’re bad, or that they’re not fun, it’s just I’m not terribly interested anymore. I remember in middle school I used to watch TRL all the time, spending all my afternoons with Carson Daly. Even though I was into “alternative rock” (tweeny bopper style, to be honest), I watched cheering for my favorites and talking shit about all the boy bands (who knew that one day I would become part of one?). I remember thinking, how could adults get so out of date with music? To me music was such a big part of my life, and I loved seeing what’s new. I never wanted to be one of those grown-ups who are out of touch, and have that generational cultural gap12 year old me thought it was so easy to keep current, just keep on watching MTV, listen to the radio, read music magazines, etc.   It’s true, it is pretty easy to stay current. However, at age 22, I realize that I don’t really care that much. I could keep tabs on what all the latest trends are, but I don’t really want to. I’m just thinking about how people think about how they want to be when they get older, and how if that doesn’t happen that’s not necessarily a cop out, people change and what they want changes, their value systems, etc. I have a certain idea about what I want to be like when I’m older, what I’d do and what I’d be interested in, but all those aspirations really just reflect me at 22. When I become older maybe i’ll be those things, or probably I’ll realize that I don’t want to be those things I set out for myself.

The exciting thing about daniel radcliff being on TRL today is that I’m totally in a harry potter frenzy (about 6 weeks behind everyone else) so it feels like a weird omen!

final thoughts: now cuz i’ve been so bad at updating my blog on a regular basis, no one’s going to read this!!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!!