Supernatural, Slash, and Subtext: Part 6
Therefore, heteronormativity is the word and law on television. We see Mulan (the only gender non-conforming Disney Princess, which is its own can of worms) fall in love with Aurora on Once Upon a Time, only to hear that her lady love is totes preggo with Prince Phillip’s baby right before Mulan was about to confess her true love. Oops. And we get forced, awkward, sometimes unintentionally hilarious or even repulsive scenes of Castiel having sexual relationships with random female characters with whom he shares little to no chemistry, in or right after episodes focusing on how much he and Dean love and need each other. (Curious George T Shirt making my exact face when Cass started making out with Demon Meg) Take that as you will, but I can’t help but feel it as a slap in the face.
But times are changing, sometimes even for the better. In the series finale of Nickelodeon’s Avatar: the Legend of Korra, (SPOILERS!) the love triangle-square-thingy was resolved by putting the two female leads together. And this is on an animated all-ages family show, as opposed to a rated TV-14 cable network show marketed on it’s sex appeal, especially to straight (or queer) women. That speaks to me of hope and of comfort.
Star Trek Retrospective: Episode 5 the Enemy Within
This was never what I would consider a good episode in that the base concept that a transporter accident could split a human in to two distinct people based on an arbitrary psychology split is ridiculous. Good and evil Kirk? How about the Kirk who believes professional wrestling is real and the Kirk who thinks it’s fake? As far as a personality trait can influence the physics of a transporter it’s equally valid.
Being the curious monkey that I am this accident makes me wonder a lot about transporters (image courtesy of the Curious George t shirts). Trek canon states that the transportee is dematerialized in the transporter and rematerialized at the other end but with this yellow powder glitch it kind of implies that the transportee is actually horrible killed on one end and a new clone is created on the other. How else could them make an exact replica unless it’s building one from scratch using the recorded pattern? Isn’t that exactly how replicators work? If so doesn’t this mean that every time you get in a transporter you are killed and a new one of you is created? Also in the Day of the Dove they talked about the Klingon transport patterns being trapped in the transporter computer so theoretically if you hooked your transporter to your replicator couldn’t you replicate yourself thousands of times? Seems like an easy way to take over the Enterprise or even any planet. Just mass clone yourself armed to the teeth and march to victory.
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15 Fictional Characters I wish were real life friends of mine: 4 of 15
12. Coach McGuirk from Home Movies.
Generally watching sports sucks for me, and of all the sports none is as boring as soccer. However the greatest figure in soccer for me will always be Coach McGuirk. He treats it with the appropriate amount of seriousness. He drinks a lot of beer, has a cool voice, and is super sarcastic in a dumb way. Plus he drives a cool car. I would want him to be my friend so he could be the best wingman ever. He has massive cojones and will talk to any girl out there but is such a boorish oaf that it would not be hard to totally swoop in and score over him. Plus he is in terrible physical shape so it would not be hard to look better then him. Basically I would be using him like the man in the yellow hat uses Curious George to score with women (I have always assumed. Image courtesy of the Curious George t shirt category)
Why would Coach McGuirk want to be my friend? Well, like him I hate soccer and am sarcastic. I’m good at pushing cars so when his breaks down I can help him. I think he and I could just relax and then head out to a bar to try to pick up chicks. He is not the best thinker and the cool thing about having some dumb friends is they are easy to fool. All my friends are smarter than I am damn the luck. I’m McGuirk to them.