Techno-death avoided. (OIT = heroes)
Existential-angst going strong.
I've been at that point for a couple weeks now where if I think about something for more than twenty minutes it becomes cliche in my own head and I think there's nothing new to say.
I'm fair certain that my topic's still worth writing about, but my little ADD brain is already hankering after something new to write about.
Reading a bunch of pseudo-related articles at the mo like this one by Miriam Hansen called "Pleasure, Ambivalence, Identification: Valentino and Female Spectatorship." Whilst I know it's not going to be filled with quotes-a-plenty, there's always wee things that bring it back to my topic, and I like the movie-specific recaps of Lacan's and Mulvey's theories and such.
Favourite quote from that article:
“the female spectator ends up being caught in a conflict ‘between the deep blue sea of passive femininity and the devil of regressive masculinity’” (Hansen 8)
Now there's some imagery, and it sort of roundabout fits with the idea of the alternative voyeurism of the transexxual body. This other article, "I dream of Jeannie" (not really useful to me, but go Team Read-Everything) chats about "the transexxual striptease as scientific display." This is sort of gender neutral also. Conventional male-narrative-power plus female-command-of-the-screen: makes for a pretty unstoppable character. And a lengthier-than-thou paper.
Gotta reign it in, methinks.
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