So I just finished watching ‘Sweet Revenge’ and yes
they’re totally platonic, guys
nothing romantic about
two grown dudes
getting into bed with each other
and eating steak
while hiding from a nosy nurse
and giggling like schoolgirls
Can’t see it at all.
I’m a slash fan.
I’m a big Starsky/Hutch fan.
And you know what? No.
No, seriously. Fucking no.
All I want to do is enjoy this awesome ship, and then someone like this comes stomping in smugly announcing that platonic friends are not allowed to act like that. Not someone excitedly coming in going “Hey, you know what? Friends who act like that would make a great romantic couple. Lets squee over how romantic this can be.” No. I guess you are so insecure about homosexuality that you need to disparage the very idea that they could be platonic in order to justify the ship. Bullshit. This ship doesn’t need justification. Love is love, no matter what form. I don’t need to insist that they cannot be anything other than romantic in order to ship it.
And so instead of just happily enjoying shipping them, like I want to, I instead feel angry and insulted that people think it’s stupid and wrong and just plain not okay for two men to show open affection for each other unless they’re gay, so not okay that people should point and laugh and sneer at the very idea, and force me to defend the non-shippers instead.
Man, it’s stuff like this that sometimes makes it really goddamn hard for me to enjoy being a slash fan.
One year ago today, right after “May Two Four weekend” as you Canadians call it, I launched this blog. That’s one year of teaching Americans about poutine and bagged milk and Robertson screws. One year of Canadians saying, “I had no idea that was only in Canada!” And the occasional Rob…
I’m getting nostalgic for a country I only lived in for one year. What is wrong with me.
Star Trek: The Next Generation kept boldly going to some pretty amazing places, fashion-wise, after its first few wild seasons. We never again saw quite so many bonkers glued-on costumes, but there was still a lot of WTF. Here’s our tribute to TNG seasons four through seven.
Of course this kicks off with Ardra. OBVIOUSLY.
I’m disappointed by the few pictures of Lwaxana Troi. You can never have to much fabulous Lwaxana.
You know that’s right.
This is the actual most awesome thing.
So, just watched “The Greek Interpreter,” and they changed the awesome ending where Holmes fails to catch the villains and they get away with abducting the girl and leaving the country with her, and then
"Months afterwards a curious newspaper cutting reached us from Buda-Pesth. It told how two Englishmen who had been travelling with a woman had met with a tragic end. They had each been stabbed, it seems, and the Hungarian police were of opinion that they had quarrelled and had inflicted mortal injuries upon each other. Holmes, however, is, I fancy, of a different way of thinking, and he holds to this day that, if one could find the Grecian girl, one might learn how the wrongs of herself and her brother came to be avenged."
And they changed it to a weird train chase ending with Holmes and Watson and Mycroft catching the bad guys and the Greek girl being like “I loved that man! I loved him and I hated him! I would totally have married him even though he totally murdered my brother!” and Holmes saying viciously about her, “It is not a crime to have a cold heart and not a drop of compassion!”
It’s always sad when an adaptation of a Victorian text is MORE sexist than the original.
This kind of thing is always so disappointing :\