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The Woman in Black

And I don’t mean the movie with Daniel Radcliffe. I meant to see that when it came out and never got around to it, then I heard it was a bit crap anyway. I think I will see if I can catch it on Netflix or something now so I can compare it to the play.

Since the play is what I saw.

Mike and I decided that we wanted to go see a show while we were in London, since we’d never gotten to do that before and were staying the night. We stopped by Leicester Square around 3 in the afternoon, which I was a little worried about since I heard you should go early. We checked the list of shows and decided to go for The Woman in Black first, since it’s been a long time since we’ve seen anything that wasn’t a musical.

I’m really happy we spent the money to see it, and so was Mike. There are only three characters in the play – Arthur Kipps, the Actor, and the Woman in Black. I’m amused that the Woman in Black isn’t on the cast list for the website, which really is in keeping with how they presented her in the play, where she isn’t supposed to actually exist except as an ill omen. At the end she got to do her bow by appearing behind the translucent curtain across the stage briefly, with spooky lighting.

The play was scary. I haven’t actually seen a scary play before, and didn’t expect it to actually be as scary as it was. There were a lot of jump scares in the play, which I did sort of expect, but the real fright was the continual build up of dread, which the jump scares just served to punctuate. Dread would build,  then there’d be a loud noise and people in the audience would scream, then sort of try to laugh off, but then the dread would just start again. It was excellent.

I was actually having some sleepiness issues because I’m still fighting through jetlag. I fell asleep during  intermission (trying to power nap since I was fading fast) and was having a hard time waking up… until the first scary thing happened about three minutes into the second act, and then I was awake and the thought of sleep didn’t return until we were on the way back to the hotel.

This also reminded me that I just really like to watch plays rather than musicals, and I should do it more often. Hopefully it’ll be something I can do regularly once I’m settled in to the new job. Plays are very different from movies, and in a way that I thoroughly enjoy.

I see that there’s also a tour, but it looks like it’s just staying in the UK. I hope there’s a production of the play in Colorado at some point soon. I really think that Kat and Ivona would like it, and I’d love to see it with them.

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Liveblog of Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale

So apparently this is a thing. Which I have been lucky enough to find on British television at 0200, and how can you say no to cannibal Santa Claus?

We join our show, already in progress. Any mistakes in detail, please forgive because it’s early in the morning and the movie is subtitled in English with dialog in Finnish.

Prior to this, an ugly American archaeologist on top of a mountain found something in a bit of ice and made a stirring speech to an incredibly unimpressed excavation crew in yellow hard hats as two little kids look on. Shortly after one of them, a little boy, looks the most awesome Christmas book ever which involves line drawings of Santa sitting on a pile of skulls.

The little boy is worried and runs around in an ugly red sweater and a pair of navy blue underpants and has an odd conversation with his father, who is butchering a pig as they speak. It’s quite surreal.

And now… go!

0215 There are a lot of very lovely shots of snowmobiles traveling serenely over a snowy landscape back and forth between Cannibal Santa Mountain.

0215 Herd of dead reindeer. Man with ear flap hat and large beard #1: Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas indeed, sir.

0216 Apparently this is the work of Russian wolves, who are badass motherfuckers. Hungry badass motherfuckers, since it’s 433 dead reindeer.

0218 Underwear boy pokes up one of the corpses with a stick to reveal a humanoid footprint. He’s already seen pictures of cannibal Santa walking barefoot through the snow. “He must have been hungry.” YEAH NO SHIT KID. How he is not shitting himself in terror already I do not know.

0222 “The real Santa was different. The Coca-Cola Santa is just a hoax.” That’s kind of beautiful. And accompanied by a picture of evil Santa putting a screaming child into a cauldron.

0223 This kid is an amazing researcher. He has the whole 411 on how evil Santa ended up buried in a giant hill.

0224 Ugly sweater kid is also, I will note, constantly walking around with a hunting rifle longer than he is tall slung across his back. And is now wearing hockey pads. His dad is manly enough to wear a pink floral apron and bake his son cookies. They’re kind of an awesome little family.

0226 For the record, Ugly sweater kid’s name is Pietari. I will probably just call him Ugly Sweater Kid, or USK for short.

0229 The logos for the excavation site look like Christmas wreaths. I find this incredibly amusing. And of course, the crew is American. And a man with thick calves in tights kills them all, sending their hardhats scattering.

0232 USK and his dad have matching guns. I am very amused that USK runs around with this rifle (actually I think it’s a pump-action shotgun? But I fail at guns) and under one arm he has a stuffed animal. Anyway, there was a pig head hanging out as bait and now it’s going. USK and his dad go to investigate, and the dad sees a bloody human hand, then immediately pulls the, “It’s nothing, but you can’t see it.” This never works.

0234 USK’s stuffed animal is named Vuppe by the way.

0235 This movie is giving me a very strange impression of the Finnish. Mostly that they are very stern and shout a lot.

0235 USK’s dad helps another man drag a corpse in a tarp into the slaughterhouse. The other man is dressed like Santa. Maybe this is a Finnish thing too. But apparently he’s not evil cannibal Santa, he’s just someone that accidentally killed a drifter on his property in a wolf pit. This is a horror movie, guys. Never kill the drifter.

0236 Oh, apparently the guy dressed as Santa is playing the part for Christmas. Merry Christmas, USK’s dad – you get a corpse in a tarp.

0237 They’re going to butcher the vagrant, but he’s still breathing. Oooh, I bet that’s cannibal Santa. He can smell USK, who is hanging around outside. And this is not the sort of thing you want your kid to see holy shit what is wrong with these guys.

0239 This movie is making me want to go vegetarian if I ever end up in Finland, you realize. (I kid, I kid.)

0239 So far all the car chases have been very low speed because everything is covered in snow. I find this amusing.

0241 The town has been plagued by a mysterious series of radiator thefts.

0242 USK’s friend seems to have been replaced by some kind of super creepy blackened and shriveled up doll thing. USK greets this with a complete lack of surprise and concern. Maybe this is something that happens often.

0245 Protip: don’t lean in close to the mysterious, stinky, creepy drifter when he’s whispering something. No matter what happens next, you will not like it.

0246 “There’s something weird about him [creepy cannibal Santa].” “He’s a foreigner.” HAH.

0247 USK tries to call all of his friends on the phone and they are all missing. He is still remarkably calm about this.

0248 USK then draws the perfectly logical conclusion that his dad needs to spank him immediately, so that he will be absolved of naughtiness and, I assume, safe from the evil cannibal that just ate all his friends. He’s upset enough now that he’s shed a few tears.

0249 Uh oh, USK goes into the slaughterhouse and evil Santa reacts sort of like a cat hearing a can of tuna being opened. Well, but in slow motion.

2051 They tie up evil cannibal Santa and hang him from the ceiling. He swings slowly back and forth, chains creaking in the most eerie fashion possible, and they just sit there and stare at him, passing a plate of cookies around. What is this even.

0255 So apparently they are going to take evil cannibal Santa back to the excavation site to try to get money for him. Because the Americans want him back for a mysterious reason.

0256 The evil American that wants Santa is tiny and totally looks like Ebenezer Scrooge. If Ebenezer Scrooge had a helicopter. And a fake quasi-American accent.

0257 The cannibal Santa excavation company is named Subzero Inc. FINISH HIM.

0258 They put cannibal Santa in a cage. And for some reason dressed him in the Santa robes.

0259 And then they let USK wander off on his own. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

0259 Uh oh. Apparently the weird drifter guy is actually one of Santa’s elves. The real Santa is still out there. And, “He’s going to find out who’s naughty or nice.”

0300 Santa has an entire army of weird drifters with pickaxes. One of them killes Ebenezer Scrooge. The Finnish men smartly run away and find USK somehow.

0301 Oh there are all the radiators, and even a bunch of stoves. They’re defrosting real Santa, who is still in a block of ice. Aha, and there are all the kids, in burlap bags in front of the ice block.

0302 I am impressed by the ability of these sturdy Finnish men to pick up Stoves which were a second ago shimmering with heat and carry them over to barricade the door.

0302 It’s okay, everyone! USK HAS A PLAN!

0303 “It’s either me or Santa. I suggest Santa.” And then he yanks down a tarp, revealing boxes of explosives. USK you are a badass little motherfucker.

0304 Hahaha they distract the weird drifter elves with cookies!

0305 Suddenly one of the men can pilot a helicopter. They pile all the kids in a net and airlift them. Hilariously, most of the kids are still in the burlap bags, kicking and crying with their faces covered.

0306 USK is just hanging off the side of the net dangling under the helicopter like a little badass.

0309 I’m starting to feel like USK is going to grow up to be Bruce Willis. But Finnish.

0310 He stands bravely in the face of a charging horde of pale, bearded, naked elves. Lookit him go.

0311 The men blow up the hangar (and cannibal Santa) as they drive away. “And happy fucking New Year.” Someone should be putting their sunglasses on as they do so.

0314 So what do they do with the horde of scary bearded men? Wash them off and teach them to be Santas! Then put them in wooden crates as Rare Exports and ship them all across the globe. And now you know where your mall Santas came from.

…well. That sure was a thing. It had some humorous bits to it, but was mostly so understated I couldn’t get into it the way I could with other funny “horror” movies like Dead Snow. Though this was more of a dark action than a horror as well.

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Wayne LaPierre is an awful person, no one is surprised.

“More guns, you’ll claim, are the N.R.A.’s answer to everything,” he said. “Your implication will be that guns are evil and have no place in society, much less in our schools. But since when did the gun automatically become a bad word?” (source) 

Note please, Mr. LaPierre, that the headlines will claim that the NRA’s solution to everything is more guns because that is what you fucking said.

I watched the majority of the NRA press conference on Sky News in the empty bar of a hotel in London at oh my god in the morning. It was not the full press conference, mostly because every thirty seconds, the newscaster would break in and say something that roughly translated out to, “Are you fucking kidding me?” (But you know. It sounded more cultured because British accents do that.)

Which is basically how I felt.

Apparently the Sandy Hook shooting is the fault of video games and violent movies. The same video games and movies that are seen in countries throughout the world that don’t have our problem with gun violence.

“The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.”

Seriously, are you five? Have you forgotten that good guys with guns, that good cops, good federal agents, good soldiers get killed every fucking day with guns?

I didn’t expect anything good out of the NRA on this. But I expected better than the hostile call for more guns in schools, the angry finger pointing at the easy scapegoat of video games and the mentally ill, and the logic that we’d normally expect to see out of a kindergartner who hasn’t quite figured out how cause and effect work yet.

In a brief aside at a press conference this morning, the NRA’s chief executive officer blamed elementary school shootings in Newton, Conn, in part on the “nation’s refusal to create an active national database of the mentally ill.” (source)

National registries of gun owners are a violation of civil liberties, but it’s okay to do that to people who are or have been mentally ill. Right. Because it’s not okay to stigmatize gun ownership, but we should stigmatize the hell out of mental illness because it’s not difficult enough yet for people to get treatment.

There’s that old joke about the doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result being the definition of insanity. Well have we not been trying, over and over again, more guns as a country? More power for the NRA?

Though part of me that hopes this awful, pathetic, angry finger-shaking on the part of the NRA is because they know this time a line has been crossed. It’s the tantrum of an organization that knows things have gone to far and that there’s no going back from this. At least I can hope. Time will tell.

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A little AGU story

Here’s a little story from AGU, or rather from on the way to AGU. The airplane was apparently full of geologists, because there were a ridiculous number of us with poster tubes. We’re like a weird little clan and that’s our totem. There were so many of us with tubes they had two bins reserved just for poster tubes.
Anyway, I had a poster of my own, and thus a big poster tube I had to carry with me. My life was in that tube, my entire reason for going to AGU at all. So of course I forgot it in the bathroom near the gate and then walked merrily out of the security checkpoint so I couldn’t even go back and get it.
I spent the next fifteen minutes running from counter to counter, security to the airlines to the information desk, trying to get someone to help me. I was nearly in tears. There wasn’t time to get a new version of the poster printed out without it costing a lot of money I didn’t have.
Thankfully I ran into a group of three police officers while I was running through the terminal. I explained the situation to them and they agreed to go check the bathroom for me since they thankfully had a female officer with them. They strolled away, and I waited by the security checkpoint and wrung my hands for about five minutes.
Then they walked back. No poster tube. They shook their heads and shrugged.
I wondered if it was all right to faint over a stupid poster. Or as a mature and responsibility thirty-two-year-old grad student, burst into massive, sobbing tears.
Then the tallest of the three officers pulled a poster tube from behind his back and grinned at me.
Such relief, I have not often felt. And we all laughed.
I’m very grateful to those police officers for being so nice to me and helping me out. I’m grateful even now that they found my poster and saved me a world of trouble. And I’m grateful to them for messing with me, as weird as that sounds. It felt great to laugh. And back when I was an EMT, that was kind of the rule – if the cops don’t mess with you, it means they don’t like you.  
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Catching up on movies or: My swanky trans-Atlantic flight

This was one of the most relaxing trans-Atlantic flights I’ve ever been on. The Lufthansa flight to Berlin may still beat it, but that’s mostly because the stewardesses gave me a beer every time the drinks cart went by on that one, so I was feeling pretty good the whole time. This flight on BA, Mike and I were randomly upgraded to the Economy Plus class. We’re guessing it’s because the economy cabin was oversold (it sure looked packed) so we gut bumped up a class.
In my current impoverished state of grad student-ness, I don’t think I could convince myself to cough up an extra $200 on a $1200 flight to get a seat that’s a tiny bit wider and a significant whack of leg room. Once I’m working a real person job, though, I’m thinking a hell to the yeah. I have an outlet. For my laptop. And a foot rest. And a giant TV screen for movies. You’d be amazed how these little comforts add up on a 9 hour flight (or maybe you wouldn’t).
Speaking of movies. These long flights are normally my chance to catch up on movies I wanted to see but didn’t have the time for (often the case this year) or movies that I thought looked amusing but would be damned if I’d pay full price for.
Premium Rush– This was a fun little movie with bike messengers as the heroes trying to keep a delivery from a crooked, malevolent, yet wonderfully inept cop. The movie is not nearly so serious as the preview would have liked you to believe, which I think is for the best. It was just fun and I enjoyed it from the perspective of a cyclist who would never in a million years be that insane. Though I do appreciate that through it all the main characters were wearing their helmets – thanks guys. Also, Joseph Gordon-Levitt has the most adorable little evil giggle, which he uses every time he skunks either the crooked cop or the world’s most unlucky bike cop, and it’s impossible to not giggle along with him. I think my older brother would appreciate the fact that the main character (who is apparently the best bike messenger ever or something) rides a steel-frame single speed. Though he doesn’t have brakes on his, which is a sure sign of insanity if the mischievous giggle didn’t tip you off already. The music for the movie was excellent by the way – it begins and ends with Baba O’Reiley, and I feel like it earns that honor.
Lawless– I have some very uncertain feelings about this one. It was either good, or boring as shit, five minutes at a time. I loved Tom Hardy (Forest) in all his understated, casual menace, and his way of liking the Woman With a Past without ever changing his facial expression or tone; it was all body language and looks. Not so sure about Shia LeBouf, but he did a better job in this than in any other movie he’s ever been in I’ve seen, which if I’m to be honest is not saying a whole lot. I swear I tried to go into this with an open mind, but there was nothing about his performance that convinced me, let alone grabbed me. The special agent from Chicago was appropriately creepy, and the Woman With a Past was a perfect match for Forest, where it was a love affair all in looks. Now, I did appreciate the way violence was handled. Someone got punched hard, they went down, and they bled. Someone got nailed in the side of the head with a shovel? Down and stayed down. Not the usual thing that you see in more action oriented movies. I liked about half the movie in those five minute chunks, the other half I wrote things like this during because it just didn’t have my attention. A lot of those five minutes were the ones where Shia LeBouf was romancing his girl.
Snow White and the Huntsman– I actually had wanted to see this when it came out, but I was just too busy because grad school blah blah whine whine my life is so hard. Anyway, I ended up liking this far, far more than I thought I would. I’m still not entirely convinced by Kristen Stewart as an actress, but there was a fairly minimal number of times where she appeared visibly incoherent and she had some very good scenes. The movie was also just so goddamn pretty. I knew it would be pretty, but I didn’t expect it to be that visually arresting. Charlize Theron just stole the entire show, though. I love Chris Hemsworth, but it was her I ended up watching the movie for. (Poor Chris Hemsworth, getting his thunder [hahaha] stolen by the villain again.) Every moment she was on screen she just had me by the throat, she was so angry and menacing even when she appeared entirely calm. Charlize Theron’s speech about men using women right before she kills the king? She turned it up to eleven there and kept going for the entire movie. I think what amazed me the most about the character – and Theron’s performance, since she sold it mightily – was that there was so much raw pain still in her, a ragged internal wound that she has obviously kept carefully open and bleeding, yet you never had any doubt for one second that this woman was evil. If I were less of a pathetic Tom Hiddleston fangirl, Loki might have some serious competition for my favorite villain ever.
[Obligatory Loki fangirling shut up I know I have a problem.]
Speaking of Loki, I think the reason I like both him and Ravenna so much as characters is because they each have such a clear internal framework of pain and perceived wrong-doing on the part of the world at large that their villainy makes sense. They’re not being evil because nyahahaha evil is fun, they’re evil because they believebone deep that they have been wronged at the world deserveswhatever it is they do. And because they are both played by such good actors, for a few seconds at a time they can even convince you to feel that raw internal wound even as you’re appalled by what they then use it to justify. From the outside moral perspective there is no justification for their horrible acts, but it gives them a very human emotional core that makes them wonderfully complex as characters and so much more than boring one-note villains.
Really, I think Ravenna is where Loki will soon mentally end up once he’s finished completely divorcing himself from reality as we know it. He’s almost there, except for those few flashes of hesitation we so in The Avengers. Which does give me hope that he could still find redemption, which was plainly impossible for Ravenna since she was invested in her own narrative twenty life-times worth.
I think I just blew my own fangirl mind.
[/Obligatory Loki fangirling]
Favorite movie for the flight was definitely Snow White and the Huntsman. If the movie list doesn’t change on the way back, I’m thinking I’ll catch Ruby Sparks (I was super disappointed to miss that one in theaters) and then two out of the three of Men in Black III, The Campaign, and The Watch. If I’m not entirely done with comedies by that point.
Mike, I will note, watched Battleship, and then Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter. He actually liked the former better, which shocked me. Though it sounds like it wasn’t gleefully bad in the same way. I don’t think I’m curious enough to make myself watch it though.
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The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

I wish I could say I came out of this movie with my concerns about the book being split into a trilogy assuaged. I really do.

I’m afraid not.

I’m left wondering why this needed to be a trilogy of nearly three hour movies, and not, say, a two parter. It definitely needed to be longer than a single movie, but right now it feels really stretched out, sometimes palpably dragging. I wasn’t one of the people who thought The Fellowship of the Ring dragged when it came out, but this one had me wondering just how many wooden bridges I really needed to see a pack (a hoard? a buffet?) of dwarves run across. I also wondered why the hell we needed two prologues, one of which (regarding Thorin) would have been better served by being described during the story I think.

There was a lot about the movie that I loved, though. I though Martin Freeman was great as Bilbo. I almost died of squee during the riddles in the dark sequence. While I still have no idea what half the dwarves are named, at least some of them (other than Brooding Dwarf — I mean Thorin) really stand out and have very distinctive personalities so I could keep track of them. And shockingly I was very glad to see some of the additional scenes, such as the conversation between Saruman, Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel. That was very cool, and I enjoyed seeing more character development and the foreshadowing of things to come. (Also, anyone else find themselves wondering what might be between Gandalf and Galadriel?)

One small but important thing I’m very excited about is that two of the songs from the book made it in at least. I wish there could have been more of the singing, once they got away from the hobbit hole. Songs are such a major part of the book.

Visually, it was just as pretty as the original (if that’s even the right term) trilogy. I just saw it in normal 24 fps with no 3D, and I thought that was plenty. I don’t do 3D anyway since it gives me headaches, and I’m not sure if a super sharp picture would have helped anything.

I laughed, I enjoyed most of the fight scenes (until they got a little too stretched out), and I’ll be happy to see the next part. I’m looking forward to hearing Benedict Cumberbatch be an evil dragon. I do hope it’s more dragon-y and a less draggy.

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Ninjabread Men

In honor of the awesome little boy with the pink shoes, who pointed out ninjas can be pink if they darn well want:

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to decorate cookies. I had a ton of fun with this. My mom baked the cookies and made the icing and then Mike helped me decorate.

The pink ninja clan versus the green ninja clan. Because as Mike pointed out, ninja can be any color they darn well want. It’s not like you know. They’re fucking ninja.

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Signing leases and moving dates

Well, now it’s official, we have a lease in Houston. Not that it wasn’t official before, but this just feels more final, somehow. We’ve got a place that’s about 3 miles from my office by side streets, so I should be able to commute via bicycle unless it’s raining!

Mike and I are both pretty excited about this apartment – we looked at a lot of website, and this one jumped out at us as perfect. And we got lucky, getting in. It’s a relatively small number of apartments, and apparently people don’t tend to leave very often. We snapped up the perfect place, and it’s got a garage and comes with all the appliances (including washer and dryer). We’re getting a two bedroom apartment, so we’ll have a guest room so people can visit us!

Oh, and it has a huge bathtub. I’m even more excited by that – finally, I can take proper baths!

The closets are ridiculously huge closet. Mike is standing in it with me for scale.

The move in date is the first weekend in February. Mike will hopefully have a job to get in to by then. For me it’s unfortunately a little more complicated. I originally wanted to start work the first week of February, but I’ve had to push my thesis defense to February 21. That means we’ll be moving to Houston, but then I’ll probably fly home to Denver and haunt my parents’ house until I’m done with my thesis. 
But we’re a step closer. 
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Politics is not an island

Another school shooting, with 27 dead, 18 of them children. At an elementary school. A fucking elementary school.

I have now seen people rushing both to frame this in a political context and to shout about people commenting on something politically when it’s a horrible tragedy. And it is horrible, and indescribable, and I cannot begin to imagine how the people in the community feel, let alone the families of the victims. I have been crying about this, about people I’ve never met and now will never possibly meet.

Yet I also think it’s bullshit to pretend that this is somehow separate from politics and should not be viewed in that light. A tragedy shouldn’t be used to score cheap, disgusting points in an argument, shouldn’t be used for manipulative posturing that solves nothing. A tragedy shouldn’t be reframed and distorted through the lens of ideology, just like facts shouldn’t be attacked because they’re inconvenient to beliefs.

But.

At the same time, politics is not an island and the availability of firearms in this country is a fucking political decision. The decisions we make as a country politically are felt by everyone who lives here, and those decisions have consequences, both bad and good. Things that happen in this country likewise should effect the political debate and should effect the decisions we make for the future. Things that make us angry, that make us cry are not sacrosanct. They are even more important because they tear at our very hearts.

Politics is about deciding what country we want to live in. It should be about having an honest conversation about problems and tragedies, and being able to stand up and say enough, this has to fucking stop.

That is not the same as politicizing.

I’m sick of writing posts like this. I don’t want to have to be afraid that someone I have never met with a gun and a dearth of morals or self control or mental health will end my life at a grocery store or a movie theater or a mall, or do the same to my niece when she is supposed to be in the safest of places. And because I don’t live on an island, that fear, that problem is not mine alone to solve.

Like it or not, how we solve problem together is politics.

ETA: My friend Kat has made a very good point in comments so please read that. Also, on LJ, Dan has pointed out:

I agree that it’s inherently a political issue. My problem with immediately discussing political solutions (everything from “ban all the guns now” to “if those kids had been carrying, this wouldn’t have happened”) is that people tend to make very, very bad decisions in the wake of a tragedy. “USA-PATRIOT” comes to mind.

Which is also a very, very good point. I would still say we need to take this energy and go into debate. But let it be a reasoned debate. 
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Little Boy Wears Awesome Shoes, Adults Freak the Fuck Out

Just a quick break from thesis hell to link to this: Photograph Of Little Boy Wearing Pink Shoes To Preschool Sparks Heated Blogosphere Debate

Which really reminds me of this: 5 year old boy dresses up as Daphne for Hallowe’en, other moms have gender panic

The little son of one of my kung fu buddies has an amazing pair of bright pink crocs with sparkly jewels on them. The kid loves those things, it’s adorable, and they keep him from getting glass in his feet, so it’s win/win, right?

Something just really bugs the shit out of me about the “but if you let your boy wear pink shoes, he’ll get bullied” argument. Because beyond letting bullies win, wouldn’t that just reinforce the stupid cultural more that the bullies use to excuse their shitty behavior? And frankly, if there are bullies, they will find a way to be an asshole to your kid no matter what. They make fun of your clothes and you change your clothes, so next they make fun of your hair, or that you wear glasses, or that you’re smart, or whatever. Living life because you’re afraid someone’s going to say something mean to you is no way to live.

And I would think that’s no way to force your kid to live. But I’m not a parent, so I can’t really speak authoritatively on that. Parents? What say you?

Also, I feel like the “but bullies!” argument is just lipstick on the pig of “but pink will make him gay” argument. Because it’s still about fear that a little boy will be perceived as gay – not that there’s anything wrong with it, there are just mean people who obviously aren’t me, say the concern trolls. It really feels like a more subtle take on the the same old shit, just spoken in a concerned voice to make it less ugly because people have finally realized that we’re fucking done with accepting overt homophobia.

She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that ‘ninjas can wear pink shoes too.’

Rock your shoes, kiddo. Haters gonna hate, life is short, get out there and make it work.