This post is certified 100% drama free
Feb. 2nd, 2007 04:08 pmYou know what I realized? I am so mercenary when it comes to fictional men. It hit me when I was looking at a Michael/Sara pic that
koalathebear posted. I never really got into PB, though it’s likely something I’ll rent one of these days and I know a lot of people on my flist are Michael/Sara shippers. But the thing is, I am looking at that pic and it’s cute and everything but I just don’t see the Michael thing. He’s attractive, smart and angsty, but he is a guy on the run with no career prospects. And I just can’t ship or be invested when a character is like this. I am all like ‘yeah, he is hot and you love him, but you can totally forget him and find someone who is more safe and with a brighter future.’ For them to be viable shipping potentials, I want them to be either really really sane or really really well off. It’s not just the ‘capability’ point (I hate incompetence in characters and I want my fictional men knowing what they are doing, but Michael clearly does). It’s sort of in all shows, books and movies, there is my inner mom/aunt/grandmother going ‘but honey, he isn’t good for you, you can do better.’ And that better is being measured by how socially desirable he is.
Odd.
In other news, I am reading three very different but fun books. One is Daniel Keyes’ Flowers for Algernon which I read years ago and which still has the capacity to make me cry. Such a beautiful, heartbreaking book. (It’s about a man, Charly, who is retarded but undergoes experiments which make him become a genius, only to relapse back. The whole thing is his dairy and wow…). The other is (because
linaerys recommended it on her lj, Vikram Chandra’s Sacred Games which is set in Mumbai and is just fascinating. And then there is a fluffy book by I-forget-her-name called How to Kill a Rockstar which is a good chick read, even though my interest in music is nil.
Also, and completely unconnected, but because
tatterpunk mentioned her love of bikes and it made me think about cars. I love being able to drive. I love the speed, and the fact that it will get me where I want to go much faster (and a lot of places I want to go aren’t public transportation accessible) and the flexibility. But most importantly, I love that I can (I learned to drive relatively late).
Odd.
In other news, I am reading three very different but fun books. One is Daniel Keyes’ Flowers for Algernon which I read years ago and which still has the capacity to make me cry. Such a beautiful, heartbreaking book. (It’s about a man, Charly, who is retarded but undergoes experiments which make him become a genius, only to relapse back. The whole thing is his dairy and wow…). The other is (because
Also, and completely unconnected, but because