We All Understand The Game

If while profiling a non-binary person a writer fails to use the person’s correct pronouns, he/she could be (and most likely would be) attacked as some kind of bigot. So I realize that Melena Ryzik had no choice but to follow the proscribed form in her N.Y. Times profile of Emma Corrin.

But I still find these three paragraphs in Ryzik’s piece infuriating. I’m counting seven “they” pronouns contained in eight sentences. How many centuries were “he” and “she” the only pronouns in town among English-language speakers and writers? They (i.e., the two gender pronouns) apparently came into being sometime in the 12th century, and within the last…what, three or four years the pronoun game has gone insane.

A thousand years of the old way, and and now and for the foreseeable future we’re all doomed to reading paragraphs like these three below:

Ryzik doesn’t mention that Corrin came out as queer in April ’21, apparently because naming a person’s sexual preference is regarded as too invasive.

In July ’21 Corrin posted Instagram photos of herself wearing a homemade chest binder, which is a thing among certain younger queer women who want to avoid looking too womanly-curvy in the eyes of certain queer lovers or friendos, or something like that.

I find the idea of breast-binding (along with breast-flattening surgery for that matter) a little creepy. Partly because the basic notion of “binding” one’s natural biology…well, that was a heinous practice in pre-20th Century China, no? I also find it weird because my mother, self-conscious about her feet not being petite enough when she was in her early 20s, forced herself to wear too-small shoes when she was a working girl in NYC (BBC, NBC). Her feet were permanently disfigured the rest of her life.

Terminate This Beast

Mika Brzezinski says it straight and plain [7:25 mark]: “[Donald Trump] is a danger to our country. These are dangerous statements. He’s telling you what he wants to do. Believe him…okay? Like, how much does this country have to go through, how much division, how much hatred…how much pressure on our system…how much law enforcement…the FBI, Department of Justice, police officers…anyone in Donald Trump’s sights…how much stress on our democracy do we need to endure before we see that this man is a fascist, and that he has very, very bad intentions. And Republicans…are helping him by not stepping up and manning up and saying what is right qnd [defining] who you are.”

Covid Again? C’mon…

The first tingly, muscle-ache sensations of Covid were felt Friday morning. I went through it a year ago so I know the deal. Yesterday I took a Covid test…bingo.

It took me four days to get through it last December so I’ll probably be out of the woods by Monday evening.

Right now I feel so depleted that the mere thought of sitting up and writing something is exhausting.

12:25 am, Monday: I can feel the Covid starting to weaken, dissipate. The worst seems to be over.

9 am, Monday: Digital temperature gauge reads 98.4.

This morning’s recovery made think of Keith’s “98.6.” I shouldn’t need to remind, of course, that it’s no longer acceptable to address or refer to a girlfriend as “baby.”

HE’s Sight & Sound Picksies

There’s no point in selecting a pretend version of the S & S ten greatest, but here goes anyway:

(1) Kathryn Bigelow and Mark Boal‘s Zero Dark Thirty, (2) Alex Cox‘s Repo Man, (3) Michael Mann‘s Heat, (4) Howard HawksRed River, (5) Stanley Kubrick‘s Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, (6) Chantal Akerman‘s Jeanne Dielman…kidding! I meant to say The Godfather, Part II, (7) Alfred Hitchcock‘s North By Northwest, (8) Wim WendersThe American Friend, (9) Kubrick’s Paths of Glory, (10) Joel and Egan Coen‘s Fargo. This feels silly…

Bad “Avatar” Omen

This is a very, very bad indication of where James Cameron‘s Avatar 2 may (I say “may”) be coming from. I literally gasped when I read the headline quote. I’m genuinely scared now. Testosterone in and of itself is not evil or toxic — it’s grade-A rocket fuel that gets certain characters up the hill and onto victory. Cameron is talking a woke game now but God help us if he really means this. Please God, don’t let Avatar 2 be woke…please.

I’ve Been Here Twice

And I’d visit another five or ten times if I could.

Originally posted from Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland on 6.17.12: “Early yesterday afternoon I was expecting to meet Jett and Dylan at the modest Alpine-styled cabin we’re renting in Lauterbrunnen, but they weren’t there when I arrived. So I texted them and they said they were in town and would be along. The problem was that they had the only key to the place, and I was coping with a slight call of nature. But I figured I’d wait it out.

“The minutes dragged on and they didn’t show. The little devil on my left shoulder began to think about taking care of business behind the cabin. ‘No!,’ said the angel on my right shoulder, ‘don’t be an animal!’ But Jett and Dylan were taking their time.

“I looked around and noticed a narrow driveway behind the cabin — a possible problem. But nobody had driven by in quite a while. I also considered the fact that the rear of the cabin is sheltered from view by a hilly mound. Quiet, quiet, no cars, no cars. The devil won out and I stepped behind the cabin.

“Four or five seconds later a car drove up the driveway with a family in it, and with a three-year-old staring and pointing at me from the back-seat window. Five seconds after that another car drove by with a pretty girl at the wheel. She also checked me out.

“If I hadn’t stepped behind the cabin, those two cars would have never driven by.”

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No Sweat

From Quentin Tarantino‘s “Cinema Speculation“: “Steve McQueen as Frank Bullitt keeps moving forward while Peter Yates, the director, follows him here and there as we, the audience, sit back and let them do our thinking for us. As pure cinema, Bullitt is one of the best directed movies ever made.”

Cheery Holiday Vibes

Dozens of families were out and wandering around in Wilton Center early last night. It was cold but not too cold. There were handing out free cups of steaming alcoholic cider and hot chocolate. I could smell the campfire smoke on my overcoat when we got home.

HE vs. Alcott

I was ready to move past the Jeanne Dielmann / Sight & Sound thing, but then I came upon a Todd Alcott Facebook riff that completely ignored the fact that the voting was largely political and that the system was almost certainly massaged and gamed.

This notion was aroused when Jordan Ruimy posted a link to Brian Jacobson’s L.A. Review of Books piece about the S&S poll (12.2), which had a vague “smoking gun” feeling.

First Alcott, then me and then Alcott’s progressive female Facebook pallies, who seem to think that I hate Chantal Ackerman’s 1975 film (I’m not that much of a fan but I don’t hate it) or that I don’t get it because of my gender (I understand exactly what it’s about and what the strategy is).