I have feelings, bitch.

Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)

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Anthony Head (1954-2026) as Rupert Giles

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

I didn't promise anybody anything. What do I know about Hollywood, anyway? Just a dream I got from sitting through too many double features. So why did you leave the swamp in the first place? 'Cause some agent fella said I had talent. He probably says that to everybody. On the other hand, if you hadn't left the swamp, you'd be feeling pretty miserable anyhow. Yeah. But then it would just be me feeling miserable. Now I got a lady pig, and a bear, and a chicken, a dog, a thing, whatever Gonzo is. He's a little like a turkey. Mmm, yeah. A little like a turkey, but not much. No I guess not. Anyhow, I brought them all out here to the middle of nowhere, and it's all my fault. Still, whether you promised them something or not, you gotta remember they wanted to come. But that's because they believed in me. No, they believed in the dream. Well, so do I, but... You do? Yeah, of course I do. Well then?