elise.grey + notfic   21

Patricia Lockwood · The Communal Mind: The Internet and Me · LRB 21 February 2019
A few years ago, when it suddenly occurred to us that the internet was a place we could never leave, I began to keep a diary of what it felt like to be there in the days of its snowy white disintegration, which felt also like the disintegration of my own mind. My interest was not academic. I did not care about the Singularity, or the rise of the machines, or the afterlife being uploaded into the cloud. I cared about the feeling that my thoughts were being dictated. I cared about the collective head, which seemed to be running a fever. But if we managed to escape, to break out of the great skull and into the fresh air, if Twitter was shut down for crimes against humanity, what would we be losing? The bloodstream of the news, the thrilled consensus, the dance to the tune of the time. The portal that told us, each time we opened it, exactly what was happening now. It seemed fitting to write it in the third person because I no longer felt like myself. Here's how it began.
notfic  essay  culturalcriticism  internetculture  media  society  favourites 
11 weeks ago by elise.grey
Why a Hugo nomination for fan fiction website AO3 is a win for nerds of all stripes | CBC Radio
Co-founder Francesca Coppa says it's a big win for fan fiction and a huge victory for a more inclusive sci-fi community.
notfic  interview  fandom  <3 
april 2019 by elise.grey
Red Dead Online players hate my Belgian Draft horse Hayseed - Polygon
Red Dead Online, much like Red Dead Redemption 2, gives the player a horse as their primary means of travelling through the world. In Red Dead Online, your horse cannot die, and players carefully weigh the pros and cons of each horse for each competitive task, unless you are me, in which case I just picked a giant horse and all of my friends fucking hate him. Meet Hayseed, my loyal friend.
notfic  article  games  reddeadredemption2  reddeadredemption  sweet  funny  favourites 
march 2019 by elise.grey
aerialsquid: How to Bury a Gentile (Original Work)
“Are you the leader of the Jews?”

There was no good that ever came from that question. Rabbi Jacob stood in the doorway, one hand on the knob and the other on the frame, ready to yank it closed at a moment’s notice.

“Well, not all of the Jews.”
notfic  shortstory  ghoststory  ghostfic  judaism  originalfic 
january 2019 by elise.grey
Eddie Brock's Body: An Artistic Overview of the Venom Symbiote
Yes, Tom Hardy is hot, but that doesn’t mean people are also attracted to his movie characters to the degree we’re seeing now. And while teratophilia is an incredibly valid sexual expression, it puts the onus of Venom’s magnetism solely on the imaginations of fans. Both theories totally erase the hopes and dreams of multiple comic creators responsible for Venom’s sexually charged reputation.

So let’s celebrate some of those brave creators whose work has helped usher in this latest instance of monsterfucker madness. Consider this an artistic overview of Venom’s most iconic aesthetic developments, a quick and dirty introduction to the Eddie Brock/symbiote OTP that has ensnarled the CBM community this month.
marvel  notfic  essay  comics  venom  fandom  sexuality  art  favourites 
october 2018 by elise.grey
The Incel Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - McSweeney’s Internet Tendency
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like an equal redistribution of sexual resources.
Let us go, through certain half-considered tweets
and form tedious arguments
about entitlement.
notfic  poetry  satire  funny  favourites 
may 2018 by elise.grey
Excerpts from My Upcoming Novel, Ready Player Two: Girl Stuff - McSweeney’s Internet Tendency
“Wow, Felicity,” he said. My Internet name was Felicity, after the coolest American girl doll. “I never met someone who knew so much about Harry/Draco before.”
notfic  article  satire  funny  favourites  fandom 
april 2018 by elise.grey
For Ursula - The New York Times
I want to tell you something true
Because that’s what she did.
-Naomi Novik
notfic  poetry  ursulaleguin 
january 2018 by elise.grey
Saying You’re Sorry Isn’t Enough Anymore | Scaachi Koul
Years ago, I would have settled for an apology from any man who did something wrong. I would’ve given into a meek plea for forgiveness, tucked tail and all. Now, receiving an apology has the adverse effect that it’s supposed to: It just feels like being asked to process someone else’s regret, and embarrassment, and pain, on top of my own anger and frustration. It sounds like dealing with more work.

In most cases, what I want is rarely words, or even anything I can see or hear. I want to be left alone at a bar, at a work party, on a plane, at a restaurant. I want you to tell the other men in your life that they can’t behave like this. I want you to fire them and stop being their friends and uninvite them from parties, regardless of whether I’m there or not. I want to notice the absence of action — how rarely I have to ask you not to say something crude to me or touch me. I want you to do the quiet, unseen work women do every day to keep ourselves safe, and I want you to do it so automatically that I don’t notice it at all. I want, for five minutes a day, for you to be as uncomfortable as I am almost constantly. I want you to stop yourself before you start. I want you to have retroactively been better.
notfic  article  feminism  gender 
december 2017 by elise.grey
The princess myth: Hilary Mantel on Diana | Books | The Guardian
The Wolf Hall novelist on the 20th anniversary of the death of the Princess of Wales, an icon ‘only loosely based on the young woman born Diana Spencer’

Empathetic, compassionate, incisive, and scathing.
notfic  essay  monarchy  uk 
august 2017 by elise.grey
Sorry, Prince Harry. There’s no such thing as a modern royal family | Zoe Williams | Opinion | The Guardian
The prince’s desire to be himself is fair enough, but the monarchy is built on foundations of duty. Remove those and it crumbles.
notfic  essay  article  uk  monarchy  politics 
june 2017 by elise.grey
Freedom, Culpability and Failure in Dragon Age II, or: My Boyfriend The Terrorist | Girl from the Machine
Here’s the long and the short of it: Dragon Age II presented me with the greatest sense of personal failure I have ever experienced in a video game, and the real tragedy was that it was completely and utterly the cumulative product of my conscious decisions.
notfic  essay  dragonage  dragonageii  hawke/anders 
april 2017 by elise.grey
Strange Horizons - Freshly Remember'd: Kirk Drift By Erin Horáková
There is no other way to put this: essentially everything about Popular Consciousness Kirk is bullshit. Kirk, as received through mass culture memory and reflected in its productive imaginary (and subsequent franchise output, including the reboot movies), has little or no basis in Shatner’s performance and the television show as aired. Macho, brash Kirk is a mass hallucination.


notfic  essay  meta  startrek  kirk  favourites 
april 2017 by elise.grey
bessyboo, moonling: Blank Space [VID] (Doctor Who, Doctor/Companions)
'Cause you know I love the players, and you love the game.

(Brilliant, wonderfully managed rundown of ...so many things about the Doctor and his companions. I said 'oh shit!' to myself many times while watching this.)
notfic  vid  doctorwho  favourites 
april 2017 by elise.grey
A Fist of Permutations in Lightning and Wildflowers - Alyssa Wong | Tor.com
There was nothing phoenix-like in my sister’s immolation. Just the scent of charred skin, unbearable heat, the inharmonious sound of her last, grief-raw scream as she evaporated, leaving glass footprints seared into the desert sand.
notfic  favourites 
august 2016 by elise.grey
Mallory Ortberg - My Prestigious Literary Novel - The Toast
“Uuuuuuughhhh,” I moaned, and then all of my bones fell out because of alienation, and I flopped to the floor like a fish, and I went “uuuuuuggghhghghghghgh again.”

“Bluuuuughhhhh,” he agreed, and he was so alienated that he disappeared and stopped existing. What even is the self.
notfic  funny  literature  favourites 
june 2014 by elise.grey
Will the Real Betty Draper Please Stand Up? - In These Times
It was a visceral shock to see a character like her on-screen. Because, yes, Betty was crazy. One of her first big scenes on Mad Men showed her accidentally-not-accidentally crashing her car onto a neighbor’s lawn. Betty was also hateful: a warped, inarticulate, vain child-woman with a tendency toward violent rage and a heart that beat pure ice water. And (this was the brilliant part) the show routinely made the point that Betty was so crazy and awful because, according to the value system of her time, *Betty was perfect*. She was hideous, a monster, and she never had a choice to be anything else.

The extent to which Betty was infantilized and diminished by her perfect mid-century femininity, and the extent to which she complied with her own oppression, was viscerally disturbing. And it should have been, especially for a generation of artisanal cupcake-bakers. Betty’s photo-realistic self-oppression stripped all the irony away, reminded us how privileged we had to be to enjoy those vintage aprons; she was a continual slap in the face to our complacency. *Hate her? If no one had spoken up, you would have been her.* Mad Men used to be a show that reliably made you want to be kinder to your grandmother.
notfic  essay  article  review  madmen  feminism 
april 2013 by elise.grey

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