A couple weeks back, I wrote a post for Forever Young Adult about the Fun Home controversy at the College of Charleston. In it, I illustrated some legislative transcripts from my home state, depicting a very few of the many appalling statements College of Charleston Trustees made while up for (re)appointment to the Board. If you haven’t already seen it, I would strongly encourage you to read my whole post. Not only will this gratify my own vanity, but it’s also a horrifying look into South Carolina politics. Plus, Fun Home is one of my favorite books, so EVERYONE SHOULD GO BUY A COPY, NOW.
ETA: Trigger warning for sexual assault/rape.
You probably don’t remember me, but I worked for you during my time at Wellesley. I was in the technology department, if you can call one full-time employee and a work-study student a department. The bulk of my job consisted of a) importing digital photographs of artwork into your new database and b) updating your website, particularly whenever there was a new exhibition on. Because of these two activities, I am extensively acquainted with the vast majority of your 10,000+ works collection, and I am also pretty familiar with special exhibits you put on between 2005 and 2009. I remember some of these being more controversial than others—for instance, your “On The Edge” exhibit definitely sparked conversations around campus when you decided to advertise by sticking postcards of this guy in every mailbox:
Recently, I’ve received a lot of complaints that my blog is not being updated frequently enough. Several of you have expressed concern that this is because I’ve dumped my loser blog for the cooler, more popular blog, Forever Young Adult. And indeed, I have been doing some writing for them, and also, designing some sweet T-shirts for their new store. But do not blame FYA for my absence! The real problem is that nothing is happening in my life. Or at least, nothing worth writing about.
At first, I tried to make Things happen. I thought that Ladies’ Night at the hardware store was a sure thing! But, while drinking wine next to the snaking demonstration was both fun and informative, it was not particularly blog-worthy. Normally, I bring chaos with me wherever I roam, but I somehow managed not to knock over any displays, inadvertently light myself on fire, or put my new-found snaking skills to the test with a broken sink the next day. Instead, I just left with some free but unremarkable swag and got drinks with a friend. I’m as surprised as you are!
The more recent problem is that I’ve stopped leaving the house. After traveling for most of December and January, I kind of just want to loaf around in my pajamas. And I’ve been extremely successful at it, thanks to a little friend I have called British television. If you’re going to blame anyone for my disappearance, blame British television. In the past week, I’ve managed to catch up on an entire season of Misfits, and then an entire season of Downton Abbey. If you are not familiar with either of these shows, you probably shouldn’t start watching. In fact, you should probably avoid British television altogether, because ignorance is bliss.
Five Reasons British Television is simultaneously Awesome and Infuriating
Shorter Television Seasons
I have an incredibly short attention span. I can hardly stick to any American television shows for more than a season, and I’m about to murder the creators of How I Met Your Mother because at this point, I’ve already invested far too much of my life to not find out who the mother is, but SERIOUSLY? HOW MANY MORE EPISODES MUST I WATCH?
This is one of the reasons I love British television shows! You’ve barely started and then suddenly, an entire season is over! Skins has ten per season. Downton Abbey, seven or eight. Sherlock only has three. THREE! It’s glorious!
It is also horrible, however. Thanks to Netflix, I’ve cultivated an expectation of instant gratification around television watching. I’ve been known to watch entire seasons of television in one sitting. It only took me three and a half weeks to get through all 64 episodes of Veronica Mars. At least with American shows, I’ll watch three episodes and there are still 21 left in the season, an insurmountable task for a single evening. If you watch three episodes of a British television season, you’re already halfway finished. There is absolutely nothing that can keep me from watching the remaining three to five episodes until 3 in the morning, even though I have work the next day.
American accents are fairly lame. British ones sound so fancy! Except when they don’t. And suddenly you need subtitles.
I don’t know if there are better actors in the UK, or simply better casting directors, but the casting on these shows is AMAZING. Especially with the younger shows like Skins or Misfits, the demographic equivalent of a CW show in the US, perhaps, I just don’t understand where they get these kids. They are so good! Whereas everyone in American shows seems to be cast based on attractiveness rather than talent, British shows are clearly cast for skill rather than looks (though often, for both).
Here is the problem, though. These actors are so convincing that I am unwilling to believe they are anything but the characters. With Downton Abbey being so popular now, it’s hard to avoid seeing interviews or pictures of the actors in their real life clothes and personalities. IT’S HORRIBLE. Lady Sybil once showed up on Misfits as a brainwashing, religious zealot villain and I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. I want to keep those actors in a character-specific box and never take them out again, which is problematic because they are so good that I’m sure they’ll get cast in lots of other things.
|Cassie, I want you to be successful, but I refuse to acknowledge
that you have any facial expressions besides this one.
Watching British television makes me feel both insecure and proud to be American
In sum, British television is better than American television. This depresses me and makes me feel unpatriotic.
Then I remember that, for all our bad television, including the worst of the worst of American Reality TV, at least we are not responsible for The Only Way Is Essex:
By the way, this show won a popularity award over both Downton Abbey and Sherlock at the BAFTAs last year. Thank you, people of Britain, for once again allowing me to feel superior to you.
Remember that time I said I was addicted to Korean dramas? Well, K and L just informed me that for Christmas, they are taking me to see a stage adaptation of Pride and Prejudice–my favorite book not written by Oscar Wilde–tomorrow night. It got me thinking:
EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW.