Kot’s LA

I am not sure if this is a view shared by many, but season two of True Detective was quite disappointing. Nic Pizzolatto tried to do too many things in the allotted runtime of a season whose story won’t continue in a future season.

But the world provides remedies for disappointment quite quickly, and often, in places that are not too distant from the original fizzled out artistic project.

In this case, I found a comic series from Image that does LA more justice than Pizzolatto did. The comic is called Wolf. Ales Kot, the writer, who is only 29 years old, is already being considered the Grant Morrison of his generation, writes it. This is huge praise, equivalent to some young novelist being compared to Hemmingway in his debut. This is perhaps founded on the fact that Kot has never been one to shy away from psychedelic material whilst exploring resounding philosophical themes and often avoided discussions – like racism. Also, his list of influences include: Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, James Ellroy, HP Lovecraft, Neil Gaiman, Joan Didion, David Lynch and Joni Mitchell. Makes sense.

Yet, right now, comics that produce first issues like Brian K. Vaughn’s Saga or Rick Remender’s Tokyo Ghost, issues that both hit the ground running, are having the most success. On the other hand, Kot starts his work with an almost disorienting lack of direction. So many concepts are explored in the first issue that it can alienate the reader.

Now here is why I compared Wolf to the second season of True Detective. They are both set in LA and they are both crime noir. That is it. But Wolf approaches the world of LA in a far more enjoyable way.

The story starts with a man in a straightjacket on fire looking at the city while singing Hellhound on My Trail. I won’t say any more to avoid spoilers. Only this, the world he creates is this muted city that lets the reader feel the bubbling machinations in an LA that is, in this fictional reality, filled not only with people, but with myths as well.

I suggest, if you are up for a heady and incredibly interesting comic book read, check out the Czech-born writers newest project, Wolf. Also, take a look at his older stuff, like Material and The Surface.

To NaNoWriMo or Not To NaNoWriMo

The season of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is almost upon us. What is NaNoWriMo? It’s a non-profit organization that sets up an annual challenge where starting November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30. And sadly, I will not be throwing my gauntlet into the ring.

I took part last year and looked forward to it every night – to get back to the story that was coming to life, film-like, on the computer screen in front of me. I explored the life of three children, growing up in post-Hiroshima Japan, one of the most realist stories I’ve written in quite a while. I found myself caring about these characters more and more, found myself wanting to hear their voices, their fears, to take part in their adventures rather then venture out into the greater world of Ann Arbor and classes and homework.

As senior year in the English and Creative Writing departments draws its cloak over me, I find myself writing so much already that I couldn’t possibly work on a 50,000-word novel right now. I admire all college-age Nano-ers who can find the balance between classes and this writing challenge. But, if Nano-ing is not in your near future, do not fret. It can often be a very brave thing to know your limits and know when to say ‘no.’ The good thing about Nano is that it’s like an annual holiday. It comes every year. If you’re not participating this year, then next year perhaps! No one even has to know if you participate or not. It’s like a secret with yourself. (Though, there is an incredible online community of Nano-ers who are available for support, for ideas, for writing gatherings, etc, for those who enjoy that kind of groupie-ness.)

There has been recent backlash from ignoramuses who think that NaNoWriMo is meant for people to write 50,000 word first-drafts and send it to agents on Dec. 1. This is by no means the purpose of NaNoWriMo. It’s a challenge, a chance to push yourself to write the story that has been cooped in your head, no matter how bad or hyperbolic or boring or flouncy or cheesy or cliche or wonderful the writing. It’s a chance for you to get in touch with your creativity stores, to think through your own beliefs and opinions about society, and project them onto characters who are forced to make decisions and heck, maybe even fight a few ninjas or two. I can’t imagine criticizing anything that encourages storytelling. No matter if you have written a Pulitzer or if you write car manuals, everyone deserves the chance to participate in this challenge.

If you’re lucky, you’ll walk away from NaNo with a “The End” as your words numbered 49,999 and 50,000. But, don’t think of this as “your end.” This is just a draft. The real writing, the revision, hasn’t even begun. And if you want, it doesn’t have to begin. You can write it and on December 1, come out from your writing cave and return to normal life. But, if you believe in your novel, you can make it stronger and keep working on it. To quote Da Vinci, “art is never finished, only abandoned.” But, something abandoned, doesn’t have to stay abandoned. Nor does it only have to be worked on during the month of November. That means that my story, about the three Japanese children, need not fear! I plan to pick it up again and continue the adventuring…just maybe after college settles down.

From one Nano-er to the next, I give this bit of advice to all of you brave writers who I will be living vicariously through this November:

Don’t delete anything. Even if you can’t stand to look at it, just highlight it in black and keep writing. (It creates this cool “blackout poetry” feel to your piece.)

If possible, log in the words while you have the time.  Try and get ahead in the first few days, which will give you flexibility as life and reality catches up to you later on in November.

-Make sure to give yourself breaks. Get up, take a walk, go to a museum, do yoga, paint your toenails, learn how to do headstands. Shake up your brainwaves so the ideas have room to breathe.

-Back up your work. Press Save a lot, become best friends with flash drives. Also, you can save to that whimsical of all things, the all-hailed Cloud.

Take risks. No one else has to see this writing if you don’t want them to. Be daring. Be silly. Add a dragon or two. Write scandalously. Mix the two and include the most scandalous of dragons.

Let yourself be surprised. 

To all my friends who are Nano-ing this year, I wave flags of encouragement and wish you happy writing and delicious snacks that don’t sticky up your fingers so much that prevent you from typing and I hope that you find yourself on the other side of the month, pleasantly surprised with the strength and courage and productivity that you achieved in just 30 autumnal days.

Write on, folks, write on!

Musical Masturbation

Masturbation is a topic that is often avoided in society. Even as discussions about sex are becoming more common and more acceptable, masturbation is still something that people are very uncomfortable talking about. Art becomes a great venue to be able to discuss this topic as it forces us to confront it when witnessed. Pop art is especially powerful as it is much harder to ignore. Pop music forces us to discuss uncomfortable topics because popular music pervades our entire culture. While music is a lot freer with the topic of masturbation, it is still rare and we can see trends of discussion of masturbation and sex in music and relate them to societal changes.

Off the top of my head, I can list four songs that were culturally pervasive and about masturbation. These are “She Bop” by Cyndi Lauper, “Blister in the Sun” by the Violent Femmes, “I Touch Myself” by the Divinyls, and “Feeling Myself” by Nikki Minaj featuring Beyonce (all Linked below). Already we can see a trend with the songs. Three of them ( “She Bop”, “Blister in the Sun”, and “I Touch Myself”) occurring within 8 years of each other and two of them ( “She Bop” and “Blister in the Sun”) coming out within the same year. Why do we see this concentration of masturbation songs in this time period? We can assume this comes from the culture in which they were made. “She Bop” and “Blister in the Sun” came right near the end of the sexual revolution that started in the 60’s. The sexual revolution obviously caused the discussions of sex and masturbation to become more common and less disparaged. So while the conversation of masturbation was still mostly restricted, the sexual revolution signaled to musical artists that they could initiate the conversation without severe repercussions.

“I Touch Myself”, on the other hand, comes after the end of the revolution. This makes sense, but leads us to a question: If the sexual revolution already happened, why didn’t songs about masturbation become more popular? “I Touch Myself” is one of the only culturally pervasive songs about masturbation that came out in the 90’s. We can explain this through the evolution of the music industry in the 90’s. The industry started to see advantage of marketing to large groups of people, mostly teens and preteens. From this new revelation, the music industry greatly shifted to being mostly controlled by “kid-safe” boybands and female megastars. These new artists needed to be family friendly so that they could be marketed to the largest group of consumers possible. Therefore, slowly, sex and masturbation fell out of the discussion of music and was only allowed through allusions and carefully constructed metaphors. Luckily, this ended, the death marked by the heavy popularity of hip hop (where no topic of discussion is off limits) and the want of 90’s sensations to move to more serious music, like Justin Timberlake’s “SexyBack” (also linked below).

Now where does “Feeling Myself” come into play? Well it is of my belief that we are in a new sexual revolution. Discussions about sex and masturbation are now more open than ever. We can see this reflected in the music as well. Discussions of sex in music has exploded since recovering from the sanitization of the 90’s. While the topic of masturbation within lyrics hasn’t recovered as quickly, it is clearly coming back. “Feeling Myself” is especially important as it links masturbation to personal pride and self-fulfillment, unlike “Blister in the Sun” where it is shamed for being an addiction. I believe “Feeling Myself” is the first in a long line of personally sexually liberating hit songs.

She Bop” by Cyndi Lauper

Blister in the Sun” by the Violent Femmes

“I Touch Myself” by the Divinyls

“Feeling Myself” by Nicki Minaj ft. Beyonce

“SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake ft. Timbaland

Adventures in Pageantland

Many people consider opera outdated – a relic of the past which served its purpose and now is beginning to fade into history due to its lack of modern relevance. Many people consider pageants outdated – a feminist’s nightmare held together by hairspray and rhinestones, a spectacle holding the country’s attention only during the brief swimsuit competition.

Before I had seen my first opera I bought into the stereotypes associated with it: women in horny hats wearing chest plates, “singing” that sounds more like screaming than music, and convoluted plots obscured by foreign languages. Before I competed in my first pageant one year ago (see my previous post The Day I Became a Pageant Girl for more about this) I assumed that pageantland was filled with blonde bimbos desperate for a rhinestone crown and a TV contract.

One year ago, I decided on a whim to compete for the title of Miss Washtenaw County. I did not know a thing about pageants – I had never even watched Miss America on Tv – but the promise of scholarship money was alluring and I figured that at worst I would end up with a good story about “that one time in pageantland”. Now, almost exactly one year later, I am less than 24 hours away from giving up the title which changed not only how I see pageantry, but its place and relevance in today’s modern world.

When I say that becoming Miss Washtenaw County and my resulting association with the Miss America Organization (MAO) changed my life, I do not simply mean that I’ve made amazing memories that I will cherish forever. I mean that I do not recognize the girl I was a year ago, and that these changes are not fleeting but are so profound that they will stay with me my entire life.

The production of pageantry, like most other theatrical events, is at its core spectacle. Yet, once you see past the swimsuits, the rhinestones and 4” heels, its easy to see that there is so much more to it. Then you can see that with the crown comes a microphone that helps you reach more people than you ever thought possible. The crown gave me unprecedented access to schools and volunteer organizations across Washtenaw County. Without it, I would never been able to talk to over 1,500 kids about STEM in the past year – because as Alexandria no one wanted to listen, but as Miss Washtenaw, I had all-school assemblies called for me because they believed that if MAO thought I had something to say, I might be worth listening to.

There are plenty of people in the world who don’t get opera and, frankly, never will. There are plenty of people who feel the same way about pageantry, but I have seen first hand the positive change that involvement in the Miss America Organization has had on me. So just as with opera, pageants will stay a part of my life because in the past year they have proven their relevance.

Watching TV Together

Despite all its perks (and yes, it had quite a few, I will admit), growing up an only child was difficult. From very early on I was an outgoing, happy child – nothing’s really changed on that front – and I loved making friends. I loved talking, I loved getting to know people, and again, not much has changed. But after school, when I got home, I didn’t really have anyone to talk to. My dad was gone a lot of the time, working to support me and my mom, and I thank him every day for that, and my mom was there but she also had her own life, which of course I don’t fault her for. She didn’t spend every waking moment with me, and that’s okay – but it was hard. Sometimes I’d go outside and talk to my dog, wishing that she’d talk back, or maybe that she’d bring me a little sister to play with (I would have taken a little brother too, but a sister would be preferred).

Which is why, when I got a bit older, I always looked forward to about 7 or 8 pm. Why? Because that’s when me and my mom would watch TV together. My mom always tells me I wasn’t like other kids – they would get up and walk around about 30 minutes into watching Cinderella. Not me. I’d sit in front of the TV, staring at it as though all my wishes could come true. I loved the TV. I didn’t have to sit and think about how bored or lonely I was – the kids on the screen would entertain me, tell me stories. I was best friends with Lizzie Mcguire and went to the same crazy school as Raven. But things got even better when my mom started letting me watch the adult shows with her.

I remember it, the nights when we’d go sit on the couch, maybe with popcorn or ice cream, snuggle in with a blanket and watch Heroes together. I think Heroes was our first, though I could be wrong. She wouldn’t let me watch Lost, because it might scare me, but Heroes was our show. I think we even watched The Bachelor together at some point. Watching TV with my mom has always been comforting, which may be why, now that I have an apartment with a TV, I’ve been turning to it more and more.

This week was a pretty stressful one for me (ugh, midterms), but what did I do? Marathoned seven straight episodes of Jane the Virgin of course. My roommate came and joined me around episode 4 and ended up staying through episode 8 – mostly ignoring her work, but also doing some reading too. Whereas I just laid on the couch and let Jane make me forget about all my stress. Sure, my work didn’t go away, but in some small part of me I remembered what it was like, at home with my mom, snuggled up to watch a show.

There’s no doubt about it; TV is obviously changing. Netflix is coming out with original (fantastic) television shows, and HBO has an online service separate from their television package. More and more people are turning into themselves to watch their favorite shows. When I told my friend that for one of my film classes I had to go to a movie screening every week she said “it’s on Netflix right? Then why go – you could just watch it here in your pjs?” And don’t get me wrong – I love my pjs, and I love my Perry the Platypus pillow pet (thanks Sarah) – but my professors aren’t wrong to make us all watch the movie together. It’s the same thing as when my roommates gathered to watch the premiere of Scream Queens.

There’s just something magical about watching TV together.

The Life and Lies of George Costanza

Sometimes I sit alone and wonder whether there is a better or worse character in the history of television than George Costanza, who if you don’t know is one of the four ensemble characters on Seinfeld. Many times I have cried from laughter watching this dysfunctional, irrational man getting himself in and out of tight spots (both literally and figuratively), but just as many times I have cringed at the thought that this walking farce is based on a real person. Let’s just consider some of the things that Georgie (as his mom so affectionately calls him) has gotten away with relatively unscathed:

  • He creates a fake charity called the Human Fund so that he doesn’t have to get his coworkers Christmas presents by making a donation on their behalf. He then accepts a hefty donation to his fake charity by his boss and tries to keep it for himself.
  • He leaves his car in the New York Yankee’s parking garage for a week and his boss George Steinbrenner assumes he’s DEAD, so he fakes a bunch of injuries to cover for the fact that he just never goes to work.
  • His fiancé dies from licking too many toxic envelopes while sending out wedding invitations, and he doesn’t mourn her so much as he mourns the giant fortune he finds out they would have inherited together.
  • He tries to get Elaine to set him up with Marisa Tomei (yes, that Marisa Tomei) even though he is engaged at the time (which he is aware of, thank you very much.)
  • He has a contractor alter his desk so he can sleep under it instead of doing work. When George Steinbrenner comes looking for him and sits in his office for over 3 hours, he has Jerry call in a bomb threat to get him out of the office, only to have Steinbrenner and his grandkids hide under his desk and find him.
  • He goes on a date with a waitress from Monk’s and while walking through the park talks about how, when you break it down, manure isn’t so bad. It’s just a newer, with a ma in front of it!
  • He starts dating a woman in prison because she won’t be able to “pop in” on him unexpectedly, and then tries to break up with her when she’s up for parole (she doesn’t get out on parole but then does the ultimate pop-in when she breaks out of prison and shows up at his apartment.)

This is just a taste of the absolute chaos that is the life of George Costanza. His life is like the opposite of the whole “I can’t make this up” in that it’s complete nonsense – there’s no way his life isn’t made up. And yet somewhere, at this very moment, Larry David is walking around causing some raucous. The genius who created Seinfeld based George off of himself, a fact that simultaneously leaves me disturbed and feeling better about my own life.

As I so often do, I will leave you with a little bit of George Costanza. Here’s a best of: