No, not our fanmail. It’s a story about horrible celebrities!
Today’s been a rough day for feeling productive. And by today I mean the last several days, and by the last several days I mean the decade that’s been masquerading as the past month.
It’s not super original to be like ‘boy, quarantine’s kinda rough, huh?’ but BOY. Quarantine’s kinda rough, huh?
Or: 3 weddings and a funeral. Weird things happen when you’re a celebrity. Mostly at conventions.
What is this, a crossover episode?
Two critically acclaimed shows about bitter, cynical people struggling towards redemption ended this week and, after watching them both, what stood out was how the ways the characters say goodbye to each other mirror how we as an audience say goodbye to them. Here be spoilers.
Vampires are a metaphor. What they’re a metaphor for – the parasitic aristocracy, predatory sexuality, Mormon celestial marriage – may shift with the anxieties of the era, but they always represent something.
When Sherlock Van Hellsing asks a cadaverous, sore-covered Jonathan Harker if he has had sexual intercourse with Dracula, you can only wonder if Moffat and Gatiss have made a horrific and tasteless AIDS analogy.
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Sometimes it’s hard to know where and when an idea that transforms your work – transforms your life, even – had its genesis.
Sometimes you can go back over your Google hangouts history and see exactly why you did that, laid out in black and white.
And then sometimes you decide it’s not embarrassing enough that you know; the rest of the world should know too.