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netgirl_y2k) wrote2022-04-28 09:39 pm
netgirl_y2k) wrote2022-04-28 09:39 pm
I Am An Open Book
That meme what's been going around: So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me, something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about, or something you've always been curious about but have never asked, or something completely silly that you'd like me to answer for kicks. No limits on the range of questions, either: ask me anything you want to know about, whether it's a fannish opinion or a question about a fic of mine or trivia about my real life or my thoughts on events in the offline world.
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Which is wonderful and cool in many ways, but for the purposes of this question is Just So Clean. There is no litter. And, like, I have a little bit of a phobia of birds, and no litter and no food waste means no pigeons and no gulls. I could eat outside without worrying about rats with wings. It was awesome.
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When I was very small the town I grew up in had what could generously be called a "petting zoo." The highlights were an owl that was always asleep, a guinea pig maze, and an enclosure that supposedly contained an artic fox. No one knew whether the zoo was fibbing, or the fox was just unhappy to find itself in suburban Glasgow and as such was always hiding, but no one ever saw the mythical beast.
There was also a large male peacock who was allowed to wander free range around the zoo (why?). Now here is where recollections differ; my mother says the bird was bigger than me and all that happened was that it knocked me over and gave me a fright, my four year old brain remembered this as being attacked my the freaking Xenomorph from Alien.
A summer or two later I was taken to, like, an interactive farm as a treat during the school holidays, and my mum, who had forgotten all about the peacock incident, is talking to some other parents when she hears this bloodcurdling scream, and there's me, haring across the field as fast as my little six year old legs can carry me, being chased full pelt by a chicken.
I wish I could say I have never physically run away from a bird as an adult, but that sadly wouldn't be true - once I was on a date.
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Also as a child, I did the chasing with chickens, but I was chased up trees by geese on several occasions. That hissing can be daunting. I still managed to pet them, though they did not seem to like it much.
I hope your date found it charming.
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And I get that the heteronormative happy endings are a corrective after so many shows were criticised for their enthusiastic, if sometimes inadvertent, use of of the Bury Your Gays trope, but I do think they've overcorrected. Not everything has to be twee.
As for worst queerbaiting, I was tempted to say Once Upon a Time, but that would be silly because OUaT was a wildly, borderline offensively heterosexual show. It would be like being mad at a restaurant for refusing to serve a dish that had never ever been on the menu. Instead I'm going to say The 100. At the time I had limited sympathy for the fan backlash. I was older than the intended audience and used to swallowing my disappointment, plus it was a well known fact that one half of the pairing had already left the show and moved on; what were these kids expecting?
But with the benefit of hindsight I can see that having your actresses pose for pictures with pride flags, having production staff go into chats with young, queer fans and tell them to trust the show, all the while knowing that what you'd actually filmed was a shot for shot reenactment of Tara's death in Buffy, something that a lot of fans consider the go to example of bury your gays, was pretty fucking unforgivable.
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