Jan. 14th, 2010

eumelia: (Default)
First of all, [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti!

I'm trying to figure out a way to integrate the various discussion that have risen over the past week, seeing as the broader discussion of slash and m/m romance kind of exploded over the Lambda Awards last year and it's still being talked about.

At the same time, Torchwood fandom pulse raced again with discussion (accusation?) of RTD being homophobic because of the way he wrote CoE.

Oy, the stickiness of it all.

I'll start with my second point.

RTD is a sloppy writer.

Some of his stuff pissed me off royally. I mean, the sexist tropes, the really appaling portrayal of lesbian sexuality ("Day One" was just felt like he was trying to gain a straigh male audience - "Greeks Baring Gifts" was just one bad thing after another, in many many ways - and during "Fragments" I nearly threw something at the teevee screen).

So, I'm pretty sure there's agreement in the statement above.

As a viewer and as fans we have the choice of watching his shows, hear his stories, be entertained and then pick apart what it was that we just saw on screen.

Homophobia isn't just laws that make us second class citizens. Just like sexism isn't just 75c on the 1$.
Racism isn't just a history of colonialism, enslavement and eugenics.

That's the easy stuff.

A Little Meta Text is Good for the Soul )

Profile

eumelia: (Default)
Eumelia

January 2020

S M T W T F S
   123 4
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 7th, 2025 04:04 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios