...only there's just one snake. And it's me. And the plane is my feminism class. And it has nothing to do with Samuel L. Jackson. Or really the plot, structure, themes, etc. of the movie as a whole. Point being, I'm starting to feel like a sneaky infiltrator in my feminism class, sitting there wide eyed, appropriately reacting, laughing, mocking....all against the big, bad oppressive patriarchy. We received our paper topics today. And like my professor kindly suggested, I think I'm going to take apart the movie The Little Mermaid as my literary analysis. The intellect that I am, I see no difficulty is analyzing the clearly sexist, classist story, bashing the overtones of "us" versus "the other." My words will change lives, touch the deepest parts of souls everywhere, tear down the walls of patriarchy brick by brick! My paper will be the afternoon delight of feminist critique.
And I won't take a word of it to heart. I'll still love Ariel, sing the songs...probably marry into the very patriarchy that I can so adequately theorize against. Because when it comes down to it, I'm great at mindlessly regurgitating. Thank you, Academia.
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omg you know what you should really look into is the Ariel as Mary Magdalene (as Jesus baby mommy) in that movie. (red hair, trapped, etc.) there's also this painter (forget the name) who always pants MM with a candle back lighting her and (i think) a skull, and that image is TOTALLY in her little treasure cave thing. don't know if you'll get to write about that but anyhow, nice to think about. makes a good footnote
i love that you're taking a feminist class. i actually found those to be some of the most interesting and provacative classes in college.
hey. jack and i have moved to seattle. so if you ever want to drive north up the west coast, come and see us.
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