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Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*

me, typing away at my laptop: hi ru!

rupaul: what are you working on honey?

me: well, the assignment was to write an analysis of a movie from a film-philosophical perspective, so I'm writing about "Solaris" and using Jacques Rancière's theory about cinema in the aesthetic regime, proposing that "Solaris" gives the viewer a different frame of reference to the concept of reality when compared to representationalist art of the 19th century!

rupaul: uh-hu I see. Well you've been criticized a lot on this show for not showing versatility and hiding behind the discourse of well-known authors. How do you plan to improve that if you're going to basically apply Rancière's theory to this film and not offer any unique insight of your own?

me: *the shade button sound plays as clips of me looking stupid are edited together to make it seem like i'm speechless*

rupaul: Well, it looks like you've got your work cut out for you. alright, get to work!

me, stammering: thank you ru..