Groucho Marx and T.S. Eliot Become Unexpected Pen Pals, Exchanging Portraits & Compliments
"Often, when a group of people, students and teacher, are reading a story, one of the most common things you hear is, ‘I want to know more about this character.’ And it’s the most fucked-up thing, because, while it’s true that you want to know more, knowing more doesn’t make the story better. Let’s say the writer then listens to that and says, okay, I’m going to feed the curiosity everyone says they have. The reader gets to stop and say, ‘Here’s my curiosity–come and satisfy it.’ You go and feed that, and suddenly the story goes away. This isn’t really a universal rule, but I do always wonder, what happens if you satisfy the curiosity? Where does the story go; where’s the drama, and where’s the tension?"
Ben Marcus (via mttbll)
Oh, I know I have it better than a lot of would-be comics buyers, and that’s what worries me. I’ve had it with the self-appointed gatekeepers in comics.
I hate going into the gaming stores alone. Ugh.
I will continously write this reply until I feel it sticks. Do you want to know why many male nerds are so defensive and harsh about this?
Okey, I can with confidence tell you that the majority of us started this out as a form of escapism. I mean, look at all the tumblr posts about “I love fiction, it’s my way to handle reality” etc etc. It was the same for us. suddenly.. about, idk, 4-5 years ago, feminists started to tell us that we are in the wrong for BUYING things. Instead of going to the writers, we’re the bad guys. Comics I grew up with are being torn to pieces by people who don’t read them anyway. They’re causalized because instead of catering to us, they’re catering to people who don’t really care. I know that the majority of you will go “oh, grow up!”, but you know what? Fuck you, comics were one of the things I had growing up, I emotionally connected to the Hulk, it made me feel that maybe it wasn’t so bad to be a freak.
secondly, I don’t know why women expect to get help with everything and just give up when they don’t get help. When I started out, do you really think anyone would even care about a fat, acne-cursed kid? I did ask, once, they just looked at me and told me to just read the damn comics. So I did. I got into the middle of a story, If I liked it, I tried to hunt down the first one, or the one after. Rinse and repeat. not hard. But now! NOW! You have google, I’m not even kidding, it will take you 30 secs to find ALL information you want. I don’t know why everyone think that being a nerd is “share and share alike!”, it’s socially outcast people who have been wrecked emotionally and socially by other people. You really think that they’re gonna help you without a reason?
I know, it’s really “in” to be a nerd these days, but you’re not a nerd until you know your shit. Don’t believe me?
Being a nerd isn’t something that you flaunt, you’re not gonna get help getting into it, you’re not gonna get praise for trying to. read, then read some more, then read even more. Then doublecheck that info. Not because you’re gonna be “safe” when trying to have people acknowledge your “nerd-cred”, but because you LOVE IT! It’s not a social thing, it has never been. It’s not about sitting around a table and going “OMG! I’m such a nerd! I read a couple of books!”.
Sounds harsh? yeah, it is. But, if you love it, it won’t matter. Cuz you will still have the time of your life. And really.. no one promised to help you. want help? help yourself.
*preparing to get unfollowed by everyone*
btw, I’m not saying that no one can like the same things as me/nerds/others. I’m saying “you’re not special for doing that” and “LOVE IT MORE! If you can’t find basic facts without being spoonfed, do you really LOVE it?”
Okay, you pedantic asshole, listen here.
You read a comic by a woman who reads, cares about, and EARNS A PAYCHECK from comics, that has been reblogged LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF TIMES by other women/minorities who read, care about, and earn paychecks from comics, and you have to gall to say that comics are “catering to people who don’t really care”?
Because you were picked last at kickball and now YOU want to be the bully. Because someone told you you weren’t worthy of something, now you want to be the one to tell other people that they’re not worthy of something.
First you say “this is escapism for us men” and then you say “no one HELPED me get into it” as if having a medium LITERALLY CONSTRUCTED AROUND PEOPLE WHO ARE EXACTLY LIKE YOU isn’t the biggest spoonfeeding you could possibly get.
And now there’s a whole lot of people who don’t fit YOUR very narrow definition of what a “true nerd” can be who are FIGHTING UPHILL to be a part of this thing they love that doesn’t love them back and you have the nerve to say they don’t CARE about it enough and they’re expecting special treatment. As if it’s special treatment to BE SAFE FROM HARASSMENT, SEXUALIZATION, AND CONDESCENSION IN A PUBLIC SPACE.
No one’s taking comics away from straight white men. But I certainly wouldn’t mind taking it out of the hands of men like you, that’s for sure. You’re dinosaurs. And you’re not a REAL nerd.
"I used to have a punching bag, but as I got older I traded it in for a chair."
There is a rumour that when Harvey Weinstein was charged with handling the US release of Princess Mononoke, Miyazaki sent him a samurai sword in the post. Attached to the blade was a stark message: “No cuts.” The director chortles. “Actually, my producer did that. Although I did go to New York to meet this man, this Harvey Weinstein, and I was bombarded with this aggressive attack, all these demands for cuts.” He smiles. “I defeated him.” [x]
"The only thing you need to make a film is to not be afraid of anybody or anything. John Cassavetes said that. John was inspiring, but he was also direct. He knew that there was no time to be indecisive, or to worry about whether the decisions you’ve already made were right or wrong, good or bad. I think that for John, there was no such thing as a “mistake”—you can only move forward, you can never move backward, and you can profit from absolutely everything."
Martin Scorsese from the book, “Tell Me Something: Advice from Documentary Filmmakers” (via nicolaswindingrefns)
"One doesn’t hear the derogatory term “chick flick” much these days, but that’s probably because they don’t really make them anymore. Once, not long ago, there was handwringing about the lack of “good roles” for women, but these days we’re bombarded with discouraging statistics showing that there are hardly any American movies that center on female characters at all. A less discussed reason for this sad trend is the long-standing disinterest in female-centered movies by critics, an apathy that has grown ever more pronounced over the last decade. Cinephilia has never been an exclusively male phenomenon, though (mostly male) critics’ long-standing tendency to focus on “dark,” hairy-chested narratives (father-son films, war stories, gangland sagas, great-man biopics) has become even more pronounced in recent years. As movie tastemaking gradually moved online, film criticism, in all its high and low forms, became ever more a boys’ club. Check out the IMDb top 250 movies list for a fairly good representation of the kinds of aesthetics and thematic content now widely venerated; with The Dark Knight and Fight Club in the top ten at the time of this writing, one can assume that most of them are teenage boys—today’s stealth cultural gatekeepers."
Michael Koresky (x)