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party rockers in their bed tonight. every body just have a good night

flanagan's crimes are many and varied but at this point his insistence on taking material explicitly critical of family structures (sometimes including portrayal of intense abuse) and adapting it into stories about The Beauty Of The Nuclear Family is all but indistinguishable from an entirely conservative project

but can we TALK about the racialized subtext of "his wife has filled his house with chintz" linking together femininity, indian export goods, commercialism, and superficiality vs "to keep it real I fuck him on the floor" linking together masculinity, AAVE, authenticity, sexuality, and vulgarity? if our aim as critics of poetry is to reevaluate this text and arrive at a feminist interpretation then we must also consider the poem's vexed relationship to race so as to not be anti-black in our criticism of the piece's presentation of masculinized sexuality nor uncritically reproduce and elevate its image of orientalized femininity.

also, from looking at the original post (non-explicit gay sex photo but still a gay sex photo so you've been warned): there isn't even any chintz in the photo. the design elements in the room all look broadly western european with the exception of a tall ceramic vessel that may be decorated with a reproduction of a chinese ink painting. chintz is an indian textile pattern, you'll see it on dresses, bedspreads, wallpaper, tapestries, upholstery, etc., but nothing like that is in the image. to imply that the house's interior design is frivolous, artificial, and unusable, the poem utilizes "chintz" despite the obvious lack of chintz because "chintz," as a popular asian export good that went on to be imitated by european manufacturers, is considered kitsch, cheap, and womanly. and, though the angle partially obscures them, the two men in the photo both appear to be white, so the poem uses the AAVE phrase "keep it real" despite the lack of black people to invoke the perception of AAVE as raw, crass, and primal. in both cases, the racialized language is being ascribed to european/white subjects to impart the white subjects with different moral values.

having a multi year long character obsession becomes like a abstract thought experiment at some point

carrie adaption but the actress portraying carrie is conveniently attractive AND removing the aspect of carrie having a physical and religiously abusive mother...............so what exactly is the point 😐

it’s been almost a month since i watched lake mungo for the first time but i can’t stop thinking about it. you’re a teenage girl. you feel invisible. someone is hurting you and nobody knows. when you think of your mother, she’s looking straight through you. your friends don’t see you, your boyfriend doesn’t see you, your family doesn’t see you. you feel like something bad is going to happen to you. like something bad has happened, but it hasn’t reached you yet. you’re not ready. you see your own dead body, your own future coming for you, and you aren’t ready. you’re terrified and months pass and nobody notices. you have nightmares and you stand above your mother’s bed wanting comfort but you can’t ask for it. you don’t want to die, but you do. so you come back. you walk the halls of your home, you scream and shout. and for a moment, they see you! but then it passes. and your brother is creating your ghost himself, even though you’re right there. he edits your ghost into a picture where you already sit in the corner, begging to be seen. and there is a grown man in your bedroom digging through your things, and your mother is walking into other people’s houses and trying on their lives. your father only hears you screaming at him to go away. you're begging someone to see you. you're standing over your mother's bed still, but she won't open her eyes. and then they find out what you saw, they see it too, but instead of caring, they find peace. they come home and they say the house feels settled. they think you're gone. but you're still there, and you're still screaming! they decide they can leave. they pack up your things and leave the room. you're still there. you stand in the window watching them leave. they move on. you can't. after all of this, they still don't see you. they will never see you again. jesus christ.

small town diner waitress voice: Omelas? Oh, oh no, easy mistake, you're in oh - MAY - las right now, with an A. Plenty' people get the name mixed up. Nope, no utopia here, just our small little town. *face gets really grim* We do still.. Okay well we do still have a kid that we... I mean it isn't working but- well- You know. It- It's fine. I'm sure it'll start working soon.