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Captain Tripps Can Bite Me
Apr. 23rd, 2008 01:58 pmCaptain Tripps lingers on in my chest, but I'm feeling better.
I have thoughts on "Criminal Minds", S2, and how as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
samdonne says, they start to (or continue to escalate) the eroticization of sadistic violence. I'm not quite… there yet, though. Not quite sure how I want to articulate my thoughts on that. Part of it is, I think, by fetishizing "profiling", but making appealing that sense of sick dread we get when we see the horrific types of sadistic violence being perpetrated, we ironically feel safer. Happier. More at ease. (I'm not saying this is right, or good, or worthwhile, but I do think the role this kind of thing plays on the psyche is twofold – titillating and simultaneously, perversely comforting). It's... I've still got thoughts on the CSI vs. Criminal Minds thing, but I don't know yet where I fall. So far, Bones is the clear winner in quality of storytelling and quality of worth, and maybe, ultimately that's where this essay is heading.
I also have thoughts on why I'm so reluctant to go out of my way to catch up on fannish passions, to follow all the blooming new and returning shows, to meet my fellow fans in the middle. Aside from alienating this LJs audience with the endless talk of my personal space and self, I find myself in a place where I'm reluctant to embrace new media while there's so much old media to consume (initially this was specific to music. I found that there was a point where I had NO interest in listening to new bands unless they caught something for me, unless I heard them and was instantly swept up. I can't take in anything new right now that isn't about words). This same feeling applies to TV right now, and occasionally to people. I don't want to be the curmudgeon stuck in my geography, my era, but man oh man can I see how that happens.
Finally, I want to comment briefly on the Facebook phenomenon of catching up with people you haven't seen in years. I like it, I think. But it… so I'm a woman of a certain amount of confidence, a certain amount of swagger, but I'm also saddled with this lingering sense of feeling… unseen. Unremembered. Like no one would remember me from high school. Or college. Or meeting me on the street. I feel invisible from time to time, like I don't make any dents or ripples, so occasionally, when I see someone on Facebook, and they say, "Hey, you!! How are you! How have you been?" it's a surprise. I can't believe they remember me. That I'm anywhere in their database, their process. It's always… to find I'm not invisible is equally thrilling and terrifying and I wonder where that comes from.
I have thoughts on "Criminal Minds", S2, and how as
samdonne says, they start to (or continue to escalate) the eroticization of sadistic violence. I'm not quite… there yet, though. Not quite sure how I want to articulate my thoughts on that. Part of it is, I think, by fetishizing "profiling", but making appealing that sense of sick dread we get when we see the horrific types of sadistic violence being perpetrated, we ironically feel safer. Happier. More at ease. (I'm not saying this is right, or good, or worthwhile, but I do think the role this kind of thing plays on the psyche is twofold – titillating and simultaneously, perversely comforting). It's... I've still got thoughts on the CSI vs. Criminal Minds thing, but I don't know yet where I fall. So far, Bones is the clear winner in quality of storytelling and quality of worth, and maybe, ultimately that's where this essay is heading.I also have thoughts on why I'm so reluctant to go out of my way to catch up on fannish passions, to follow all the blooming new and returning shows, to meet my fellow fans in the middle. Aside from alienating this LJs audience with the endless talk of my personal space and self, I find myself in a place where I'm reluctant to embrace new media while there's so much old media to consume (initially this was specific to music. I found that there was a point where I had NO interest in listening to new bands unless they caught something for me, unless I heard them and was instantly swept up. I can't take in anything new right now that isn't about words). This same feeling applies to TV right now, and occasionally to people. I don't want to be the curmudgeon stuck in my geography, my era, but man oh man can I see how that happens.
Finally, I want to comment briefly on the Facebook phenomenon of catching up with people you haven't seen in years. I like it, I think. But it… so I'm a woman of a certain amount of confidence, a certain amount of swagger, but I'm also saddled with this lingering sense of feeling… unseen. Unremembered. Like no one would remember me from high school. Or college. Or meeting me on the street. I feel invisible from time to time, like I don't make any dents or ripples, so occasionally, when I see someone on Facebook, and they say, "Hey, you!! How are you! How have you been?" it's a surprise. I can't believe they remember me. That I'm anywhere in their database, their process. It's always… to find I'm not invisible is equally thrilling and terrifying and I wonder where that comes from.
