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Who versus what
Jul. 2nd, 2008 08:19 amI shall say this here, for if I do not say it, I shall go slightly nutty.
I dislike people, real or fictional, who hang their entire being on what they are rather than who they are. Be it their race, their sexuality, or their gender, I find the constant need to repeat this one bit about them annoying. Dirty Girls on Top would be a lot less annoying if the characters weren't being such pains in my ass and half of them didn't keep fucking harping on their being Latina as their sole claim to a personality or their life. Um, no? The only one of the bunch who could get away with that, and it would be selling the character short, is the artist formerly known as Amber. Everyone else has something else, be in the prim and proper control freak, the bulimic who can't manage to avoid the creeps, the newly single mother who's in love with aforementioned bulimic, the downright scary in her thought processes battered wife, or the plus sized cheating wife with some serious issues concerning her role her family.
But I'll be damned if I didn't throw the book down in frustration yesterday and start talking to it, as if it could hear me. "Really? Latina? I didn't get that the FIRST FIVE-FUCKING-THOUSAND TIMES YOU SAID IT!"
The what is boring. It's the who that's interesting. But if the who is nothing more than the what repeated until I go crazy, I could seriously do without.
I dislike people, real or fictional, who hang their entire being on what they are rather than who they are. Be it their race, their sexuality, or their gender, I find the constant need to repeat this one bit about them annoying. Dirty Girls on Top would be a lot less annoying if the characters weren't being such pains in my ass and half of them didn't keep fucking harping on their being Latina as their sole claim to a personality or their life. Um, no? The only one of the bunch who could get away with that, and it would be selling the character short, is the artist formerly known as Amber. Everyone else has something else, be in the prim and proper control freak, the bulimic who can't manage to avoid the creeps, the newly single mother who's in love with aforementioned bulimic, the downright scary in her thought processes battered wife, or the plus sized cheating wife with some serious issues concerning her role her family.
But I'll be damned if I didn't throw the book down in frustration yesterday and start talking to it, as if it could hear me. "Really? Latina? I didn't get that the FIRST FIVE-FUCKING-THOUSAND TIMES YOU SAID IT!"
The what is boring. It's the who that's interesting. But if the who is nothing more than the what repeated until I go crazy, I could seriously do without.