Ever since turning 26 – I’m 27 – I’ve felt violently ashamed of there still being things that I want to experience and not just things I want to make. I don’t know if it’s metaphysically driven or it’s people-my-age-have-kids driven.
Ever since turning 26 – I’m 27 – I’ve felt violently ashamed of there still being things that I want to experience and not just things I want to make. I don’t know if it’s metaphysically driven or it’s people-my-age-have-kids driven.
Buffy Season 6 was an extremely strong and very strict revival of the the early 1600’s Life is a Dream wave (like, Quixote and The Tempest and L‘illusion Comique and Lo Fingido Verdadero and Doctor Faustus and La vida es sueño): failure of narrative + magic + illusion + pyrrhonian skepticism + melancholy + cyclicality + genre-switching + grief + metafiction + theatrum mundi.
It’s crazy how much Sarah Nicole Prickett’s glam-radical bullshit hinges on equating female sexuality with the desire to be sexually desired. In SNP world being sex-crazed makes you go become a stripper, not go patronize a strip-club; it makes you go be a prostitute, not go call a prostitute; it makes you model nude, not masturbate to someone’s picture… I mean, sexual narcissism is a major part of lots of people’s lives and it deserves an aesthetic and political defense, but in the SNP world it’s intensity of sexual narcissism, not intensity of wanting someone sexually or wanting everybody sexually or wanting to have sex, that makes a woman sexual or prudish.
What’s the relation between irony* and cuteness? Why is there a whole aesthetic category – ‘twee’ – that means 'cute+ironic’? Is it cause the alchemy of fusing opposite affects – if cuteness stands for innocence and irony for knowingness – is neat enough to mark a genre, like the Gothic is the fusion of the beautiful and hideous? Or is it cause relating to something as cute is in itself a stance of both immersion and superiority toward the thing, so to be cute in one’s own eyes entails an irony-relation to oneself? Or cause weak irony, the kind amounting to admission of contingency but without pushing further**, is akin to cuteness in employing vulnerability as self-defense?
*I’m talking irony as distance here, not irony as actually-I-mean-the-opposite.
**The contrast class is irony pushing for sublation, so Hegel-strong-irony, or irony pushing for diffusion into the field of possibilities, so Schlegel-strong-irony, or irony pushing for having a comeback for everything, so Fichte-strong-irony.