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The Ninth Year: The Haunting of Swill House

The Best (And Worst) Sitcom Episodes

It might seem like I’m just a misanthrope reveling in all the misery the world has to offer, but I too like to laugh sometimes.

Irresistible, really. And I’m a big fan of sitcoms-if you didn’t already know-and also putting things in lists for your amusement, so let’s take a look at the highest highs and lowest lows from some of my favorite comedy outings.

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Popjunk Popcorn: X-Men: Apocalypse

Another swing, another miss for the superhero movie genre this summer.

Amber Heard and Biphobia in the Media

By now, you’re probably aware of the ongoing court case surrounding Amber Heard’s abuse allegations against Johnny Depp. I’m not writing because I want to cast judgement on the allegation or want you to do the same; I’m writing because I’m finding myself increasingly infuriated by the media’s coverage of her sexuality.

Because, of course, in a case like this, the potentially titillating fact that Amber Heard has previously dated both women and men is relevant. Oh, wait, it’s not- but considering the media’s constant focus on “Biseuxal Amber Heard”, as if it’s her fucking official title, I could see why you might get confused. And there seems to be a tacit connection being drawn between her sexuality and her untrustworthiness,which is a dangerous game to be playing considering the circumstances in hand.

Look, I know the media’s bad at covering shit like this, but the extent to which they fucked up the coverage of Heard’s sexuality has really surprised me. The case seems to have drawn out the latent biphobia and a wild number of misapprehensions about bisexuality- or at least, a half-legitimate chance to air them. Page Six drew attention to Heard’s “bisexual past“, which is funny, because, as she was at the time they were referring to, in a relationship with a man, that would make it her bisexual present. The Sun (I know, I know) suggested that her bisexuality had driven Depp insane with jealousy in an article with the intensely classy headline “Bi Bye Amber”. Despite no sources other than the usual “unnamed friend”, many high-profile publications are reporting that Heard was aching to get back to women due to her previous “bisexual tendencies”.Peter Ford, offering commentary on the situation on an Australian morning show, announced that “it’s not wise to marry a bisexual” and that Heard met Depp when she was dating a woman and “she decided to travel across to the other side”. The Express outright said that Heard had only dated women before, and sarcastically wondered what “the multimillionaire film superstar” had to make Heard “take a break from the sisterhood”.

I’ve written quite a bit about biphobia in fictional media before. But it’s really fucking jarring to see it happening so blatantly in real life- to see it held up as a sordid part of someone’s past, to see it pressed as an example of Heard’s untrustworthiness. To see the basic fucking lack of understanding that identifying as bisexual doesn’t make you a poor choice as a partner, or drive you to want to fuck around with every woman you know (as the media have been so intent on linking Heard to other women she’s apparently friendly with). The complete failure to grasp the concept that bisexuality doesn’t chop and change between being “gay” and “straight” depending on who you’re with.These are not impossible concepts. These are the kind of things you can learn with ten minutes of googling, for fuck’s sake. And I know that newspapers and tabloids will leap on the detail that will sell the most papers, but it’s still problematic that bisexuality works so well as a copy-shifter.

I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. I am because it stuns me that these hilariously stupid misapprehensions still exist in real life, and are still served up to the public without complaint. It’s terrible to see the sexuality I identify with touted as a lurid detail in this case, and it’s proof and an uncomfortable reminder that biphobia is still very much alive and well in the real world, too.

 

Fifty Shades Darker: Chapter Eight

It’s too hot where I am- the kind of blazing, stifling heat that seems to get everywhere, practically setting me alight every time I go outside which is never because the last time I did I got burned like an idiot. I only mention it because I assume this is roughly how hot Christian Grey is, and roughly how enjoyable, too.  On with the recap!

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The Best (And Worst) Series Premieres

So, ever since that Preacher premiere, I’ve been thinking about other interesting series openers- they’re a hard thing to get right, but such a vitally important one in a TV landscape that’s already overstuffed with other things trying to get your attention (see also: me throwing a strop over how much I hated the Mr Robot premiere and how no, I wasn’t going to give it another episode because I don’t want to WASTE MY TIME on stuff so infuriatingly hackneyed). And after taking a look at the best and worst season finales a few weeks back, it seems only fair I have a poke about their counterparts. So I’ve dredged through my memory banks to find the best-and worst- TV series premieres in recent memory.

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A Wanker’s Literary Reaction: Preacher Premiere

So, Preacher, huh? You may or may not be acquainted with the comics (I am, but am not the hardest-corest of the hardcore fans), but it’s probably been hard to avoid talk on the AMC show, which premiered last night.

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A notoriously filthy tale that revolves around Jessie Custer, a small-town reverend in the Deep South with a dark past, Cassidy, an amoral Irish vampire, and Tulip, a gun-for-hire and Jessie’s ex-lover, it piles on the Christian iconography only to subvert it with frequently horrible acts of violence, incest, Arsefaces, etc. The comics are a blasphemous ball, but could the TV show live up to it’s source material?

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“Not Just an Armchair Researcher”: Bigfoot, UFOs, and the Modern Truthseekers

Ever since I could remember, I wanted to be a conspiracy theorist.

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And why wouldn’t I? The concept that there might be far more to the world and, hell, the universe I live in was and still is exciting. I grew up in a house full of imaginative skeptics; people who collected libraries of books documenting alien abductions, yetis, hauntings, political cover-ups, skinwalkers and everything else you could imagine. My childhood and adolescence was spent buried in Whitley Streiber, Tim Dinsdale, and Jon Ronson, and my first job was mere metres away from the biggest conspiracy theory in the country, Loch Ness.

But as I got older, I realised that conspiracy theories, and the subscription to them, isn’t something that’s discussed with passion in polite society- at least not without some kind of sheepish disclaimer attached. The majority of people don’t actively and wholeheartedly subscribe to certain conspiracy theories; hell, the name alone conjours up images of Joaquin Phoenix peering out beneath the brim of a tinfoil hat in Signs.  Being a conspiracy theorist- like those who passionately defend earth against alien invaders- is a job or hobby that involves being told constantly that you’re wrong or crazy or both. With little to no widely accepted proof, people dedicate their lives to convincing the rest of the world that they’re the ones who’ve got it wrong and that stories and creatures that many would dismiss as urban legend could have palpable consequences on our lives. In terms of lifestyle choices, it’s the path of most resistance. The question is: why do they do it?

“Not just a armchair researcher”

At the start of last year, there was a flurry of activity in the Bigfoot-hunting community. Rick Dyer, a used car salesman, announced that he had the motherlode. Dyer claimed that he had shot and killed Bigfoot in 2012, and was now planning to take it’s corpse on tour. And he was true to his word; Dyer went on tour with a body, which he claimed had been subject to a number of tests that had ascertained it’s authenticity as a new species. During the tour, Dyer pulled in an estimated $60,000 from the public, who he charged to view the body. But holes began to appear- he was reluctant about releasing the DNA results, and had previously been caught out in a suspiciously similair Bigfoot hoax back in 2008. Towards the end of the tour, Dyer admitted that the creature he’d been parading across America with was a fake; a prop made by a specialist costume company. There was a brief flurry of interest in the media, and he was forgotten.

And that’s really the only thing you’ll hear about cryptids (creatures whose existence hasn’t yet been confirmed). The media is fascinated by duping, cases where hoaxers have convinced hundreds-sometimes thousands-of people that they’ve got undeniable proof of a new creature. But for many people, cryptids aren’t just a novelty, or a strange thought held onot by those with nothing better to do. For these people, they’re a maligned area of biology and science, an area of study that deserves as much meticulous research and patient effort as any other. With hundreds of anecdotal sightings and hotly debated evidence, I can understand why; there’s some part of me that thinks this can’t all be coincidence.

Eddie, from the Minnesota Bigfoot Research Team, agrees with me. He’s part of a no-kill group in North America, he and a bunch of enthusiastic researchers have focused their efforts on humanely and ccompassionately proving the existence of the animal through working with those who’ve encountered it. Their day-to-day work involves ” … talking with other like minded people who have had encounters, Checking groups to see if anything is new in them. Also taking reports and interviewing people. Going to the location and meeting them there to help them go through what happened to them. Look at sites for buying new equipment…” This is not just an idle hobby; this is a serious business.

The world of cryptozoology is a maligned area. For mainstream scientists, it’s generally dismissed as the work of a bunch of well-meaning but ultimately misguided organisations, while the media reflects them in sensationalist TV specials (like Finding Bigfoot, which offered a reward of ten million dollars if a group could unequivocally prove the existence of the animal. No-one claimed the cash prize.). There are dozens of Bigfoot research teams across North America, where Bigfoot is most often spotted, suggesting that this isn’t just the raving of some single-minded, very loud individuals. It’s for sure one of the most popular areas of cryptozoological study, and one that constantly seems to see itself as teetering on the edge of proving it’s point. But what would change if they actually found Bigfoot?

“Maybe equal energy and focus from all members…More ways to get funding for investigations. I think the impact would be huge if presented right way,” explains Eddie. I ask him what it would take to prove beyond reasonable doubt that Bigfoot exists, and he admits that, despite the groups well-reasoned no-kill policy, “Unfortunately, a body for analysis to take samples of and have DNA. Then, like, the National Geographic channel to have a press conference with the findings and body on display for the whole world to see.”

“There is loads of evidence out there if you start to look into it and are not just a armchair researcher sitting behind a computer and being objective”, Eddie tells me, “Depending on the scepticism and the degree of it, I answer questions leaving [people] able to be more open-minded about the subject.” Sitting behind my computer, attempting to be objective, I can’t help but feel a little fraudulent.

“I don’t sugar coat anything”

Frank Khoury is a skeptic. That’s how he describes himself on his website; also to be found there are “Are you an abductee?” tests, a guide to surgically remove alien implants, and an in-depth, four-part account of Frank’s personal encounter with what he believes to be aliens in 1997.

The story starts with him and his then-girlfriend viewing strange lights in California shortly after the passage of the Halle-Bopp comet. After a period of investigation, they had an argument that resulted in her walking away towards some nearby woods; according to Frank, she then vanished. While following her, Frank claims to have encountered strange carvings and impossible trees before he found his girlfriend, disorientated, in the middle of the forest. In the weeks that followed, they filmed footage all across America before his girlfriend suddenly left and filed an injunction against Frank. Frank puts this sudden change of heart down to whatever happened to her in the forest; he has also shared screenshots on his website, which, according to him, come from footage she had taken unbeknownst to him during their travels. They appear to depict small objects travelling through the sky at great speed while his girlfriend, Franks writes, chants and slurs in the background of the video. I attempted to confirm some of his story with prominent figures mentioned throughout; while they couldn’t remember Frank by name, they didn’t mark out his contact with them as impossible.

Since his encounter, he’s taken on the mantle of UFO investigator, and has set up a website that covers everything from alleged aliens encountered by NASA astronauts to photographs from Roswell, 1947. According to a ticker at the bottom of the page, the site as had nearly seven million views since 2008. The guestbook is packed with submissions from other people keen to have their own extra-terrestrial encounters verified by a bonafide expert; some of the entries are only a matter of days old.

I emailed Frank in the early days of planning this article; some part of me was desperate to talk with someone who believed they’d had a genuine alien encounter. Studying or hunting for cryptids is one thing, actually having an encounter with a creature or entity that directly affects one’s life is something else. It struck me, while I was in contact with the sasquatch hunters, that they were able to detach themselves somewhat from their work. It’s not that they weren’t totally passionate and entrenched in their area of study, but they didn’t have to spend a large portion of their lives trying to convince their friends and family that something utterly unbelievable had happened to them, and was the very reason that major events in their life had taken place. During my research, it became clear that attempts to create a global community of people who’d had ET encounters hadn’t been totally successful. Many accounts recount the loneliness, the isolation, the confusion that followed contact, because alien encounters aren’t taken seriously in polite society (whether they should be is another question entirely). Alien contact groups, at least the ones I came across, aren’t primarily there to provide support for those who’ve been affected by perceived contact, but rather to collect evidence, verify contact, and prove a point. Frank was one of many who had a perceived alien contact, and spent most of the rest of his life trying to rebuild and find answers for what he and many others have experienced.

“It changed my life forever. I quit my job managing car dealerships for 20 years and travelled 24/7/365 for 12 years straight. In 2002, my life savings were all but gone, so I decided to design websites for hotels, motels and inns, although I had no idea how to design websites. I taught myself as much as I could and faked the rest”,  Frank writes to me in an email that I receive in the very early hours of a bitter December morning.

“When I first became a UFO Investigator in late 1997, it was not by choice. During a 6-week period, we filmed strange objects almost daily, spanning 6 western states. In September 1997, my entire world was turned upside down. In November 1997, I made a decision to find answers and became a UFO Investigator…Despite the initial insults and criticism, I bought all of the UFO related iron-on patches and lettering I could find and everywhere I went, I stood out in every crowd. To my surprise, the insults got quiet and people started approaching me and telling me about their own experiences, that they had never talked about before.”

Frank, who describes himself as the biggest sceptic he’s ever known, prides himself on his alternative approach to UFO investigation. “Unlike most people in the so-called UFO Community, I present cases that I’ve personally investigated, like the Alien Autopsy Video, with my findings, then let people decide for themselves. I don’t sugar coat anything, nor do I ever try to convince someone that it’s real, just because I believe it is.”

And there’s no doubt that Frank truly believes that aliens are real. When I ask him what he thinks would prove to the wider world that UFOs and ET contact are real, I receive his longest reply yet; “Nothing more can be done. There is way more hard evidence available right now than we need to prove that UFOs and non-human beings visit our planet regularly. One out of hundreds of credible cases comes to mind. The Betty and Barney Hill incident. Under regressive hypnosis, Betty recalled in complete detail a three dimensional star map that was shown to her by a tall grey alien. After professionally recreating the map, it did not match up with anything in our skies. The case was dismissed and forgotten for almost 20 years, when a young journalist took interest in the case and quickly discovered that Betty’s star map matched up perfectly with a star system named Zeta Riticuli. Years earlier, it did not match anything, because no telescope on Earth could see that far into space. If this is not conclusive evidence or proof, then please tell me what is.”

(It’s worth noting that the Betty and Barney Hill incident, which took place in 1961, is a key piece of evidence both for and against the existence of alien abductions; aside from the star map Frank describes, there were implications that the couple had been influenced by a contemporary science-fiction show called The Outer Limits. It was broadcast twelve days before the couple’s testimony, and featured an episode with aliens that bore a striking resemblance to the ones the couple described under hypnosis. You can read more about the fascinating case and it’s implications here).

I had one more question for Frank: was it important that wider society accepted and started believing in UFOs and alien contact? The response was definitive. “It’s extremely important. I’d say that at the current rate of social and environmental deterioration on Earth, that ETs are the only hope left for Earth’s survival.”

In the course of writing this article-which took a gruelling month, hours of research, cancelled interviews, and fascinating people- something started to make sense to me. For the people involved in this kind of research, simply proving a point isn’t the main aim. There’s more to their involvement than smugly proving that they were right all along. However bizarre their intentions and actions seem to most, there is a compassionate undercurrent to their work. They want to support people who’ve encountered things that would have them defined as crazy by their friends and family, and that’s pretty fascinating. Is that the reason they do it? Possibly. But their work to help legitimize the experiences of people who’ve been through the out-of-the-ordinary is something that most of us just won’t accept, despite the fact that these kinds of encounters can have far-reaching and profound effects on the lives of those afflicted. Now, I’m not sure whether I believe in any of this any more than I did when I started writing this article, but what I do believe is that the people who are convinced that these events have happened to them can find themselves dominated by isolation and confusion. If listening a little closer to their experiences helps alleviate that, I can’t really find much to argue with there.

Fifty Shades Darker: Chapter Seven

It’s been one of those weeks- the kind of weeks where stress piles upon stress piles upon stress, and before you know it it’s time to write another Fifty Shades Darker recap, fight the cat away from the actual book you’re reading, then sleep till Monday morning. We all have those weeks, right? I have some boozy gingerbeer and good company awaiting me when this is over, so let’s spend a lazy Saturday together picking this apart once more. Because I love you.

We left off with Ana bidding the money Christian forced on her at a charity auction. Christian is not best pleased.

“Christian leans over to me, a large fake smile plastered across his face. He kisses my cheek and then moves closer to whisper in my ear in a very cold, controlled voice.”

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I had THE BIGGEST crush on Jude Law in this movie. The. Biggest.

Mmm, I love it when my man talks to me like a malfunctioning Gigolo Joe bot from AI. He grabs her hand and pulls it on to his dick- bare in mind, they’re sitting at a table with his grandparents, parents, and many other guests- and she starts giving him a rub job right there and then. And not a subtle one, either-

“Taking full advantage, I slowly caress him, letting my fingers explore. Christian keeps his hand over mine, hiding my bold fingers, while his thumb skates softly over the nape of my neck. His mouth opens as he gasps softly…”

So, yeah, everyone knows exactly what’s happening because these dicks have literally no sexual boundaries. “Everything south of [her] navel contracts” again, so I assume she just tips off the chair like a Barbie you can’t get to stand up properly. Christian is about to drag her off for some banging when his sister arrives to take Ana to the first dance auction.

Ana is nervous, but Mia reminds her that Christian will absoloutely for sure not be letting anyone else dance with her, so we’re back to the middle-schoolers exchanging dramatic texts in their lunch hour again. The announcer gets absurdly creepy:

““Now, gentlemen, pray gather round, and take a good look at what could be yours for the first dance. Twelve comely and compliant wenches.””

I don’t care if this is all for fun, actual, legitimate boke at “comely and compliant.” Because all you want a woman to be is hot and agreeable, right? The auction begins, and Mia casually mentions the fact that Christian was a “brawler” in his youth. Ana internally notes that “another piece of the jigsaw falls into place”, which doesn’t really make sense until you realize that she’s referencing Christian’s predilection for non-consensual violence. Ana is called up for auction, and Christian immediately bids ten thousand dollars- which is pretty much triple what any of the other women went for. But wait, some else has bid fifteen thousand!

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Ana simply DIES at how EMBARRASSING it is as a bidding war breaks out over her. Shut the fuck up, Ana, we all know you’re the prettiest but also so OBLIVIOUS to your PRETTINESS which makes you NOT LIKE THEM OTHER GIRLS. Christian bids one hundred thousand, wins, and drags Ana off to bone, commenting:

““I’m sure it’ll be worth every single cent.””

Haha, you remember when Ana was complaining about him making her feel like a prostitute? Me neither. He takes her to his old bedroom, where posters for Fight Club and The Matrix are hanging (of COURSE they are, of fucking COURSE they are, Jesus, for someone who’s so soppphiiiistimmcaaated he sure picked the two most generic movie posters to slap up in his bedroom). He tells her that he’s going to spank her, but only on the promise that she’ll use her safeword. Look, just a page or so ago, Ana mentions that she’s had four glasses of wine plus champagne, and I’m not saying that Christian is deliberatley waiting till she’s intoxicated to push her boundaries, just that he’s openly done that before and we should bear that in mind.

He spanks her, then jams his fingers in her and she comes immediatley. He puts on a condom, and whispers the words every woman dreams of hearing in the bedroom into her ear-

““This is going to be quick, baby”

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I have this horrible feeling that this is the picture that will display when I post this to my Facebook, and suddenly my mum will have a vested interest in reading these recaps.

Christian lasts six lines, and they head back to the dancefloor. Yeah, like no one knew what you were just doing. They dance to “I’ve Got You Under my Skin,” and Christian mentions how fitting it is;

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Welcome back to the Slitheen Banter, we’ve all missed you.

Christian’s therapist, Doctor Flynn, who will be played by Hugh Dancy in the movies (HUGH WHY NOOOO), asks for a dance, and Christian allows it. Flynn makes some light conversation;

““I’m glad to finally meet you, Anastasia. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks.

“I was,” I whisper.”

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Oh God I miss Hannibal so much

Well, fuck you too, Ana. I still don’t get why everyone sees her as this wildly charming, sweet, intelligent young woman, when she’s repeatedly been rude, dumb and awkward around pretty much everyone Christian’s introduced her to. Ana admits she just wants to ask him about Christian, and Flynn flippantly replies that they’d be there till Christmas. Obviously Ana doesn’t get the joke, and when, he politely explains it to her:

““You’ve just confirmed what I’ve been saying to Christian . . . that you’re an ex-
pensive charlatan””

Wow, much charming, so kind. He “snorts” his words twice in ten lines, which is an amusing image, and is obviously chaaaaaaaaaarmed by EL James Ana and her seductive methods of constant sullen insults (to be fair, that did work for me) .Ana jokes with Christian that Flynn told her everything, and we get this:

“Christian tenses. “Well, in that case, I’ll get your bag. I’m sure you want nothing more to do with me,” he says softly.

I stop. “He didn’t tell me anything!” My voice fills with panic.

Christian blinks before relief floods his face. He pulls me into his arms again. “Then let’s enjoy this dance.””

Fuck, do these two need a slap. Like, as a couple. Not a sexy-spanking-time one, but an actual, honest-to-goodness slap. Why can’t they get through a fucking conversation-with each other or anyone else- without dragging their deep, dark, paaaaainful secrets into it? Is it because without them, we might notice that they’re actually thick, pretentious, hollow shells of characters and not the greatest people of all time as the author would have you believe? We keep on being told how much everyone loves them and how wonderful they both are, except that we’re only really shown them being sullen, rude, indescribably moody and almost comically dramatic. I guess if we stop raking over the fizzling coals of Christian’s “problems”, the reader might suddenly notice that the two of them are amongst the most unintentionally unlikable leading characters ever to turn up in any fiction book ever. I mean, Patrick Bateman ain’t got nothing on this pair, and he put a rat up a dead woman’s vagina. Just sayin’.

They dance some more, and then Mrs Robinson appears to talk to Ana. Mrs Robinson tells her that Christian is in love with her, something which staggers Ana:

“A hundred images dance through my head: the iPad, the gliding, flying to see me, all his actions, his possessiveness, one hundred thousand dollars for a dance. Is this love?”

No. No it FUCKING isn’t. Jesus, is that concept ingrained so much into our culture that this line genuinely didn’t bother most readers of the book? Is it so normal for a man to exercise horrifying jealousy, to stalk his partner (because, yeah, that’s what the “flying to see me” was about), and to throw money at her till she loves him that this sentence is seen as Ana acknowledging how much he loves her, and not how much she desperately needs to get away? “So, yeah, this new guy I’m seeing, his way possesive and forces shit that I’ve actively told him I don’t want on me”. “Sounds like a catch, has he got a friend?” Fucking hell.

Mrs Robinson tells her that she wishes them the best but that if Ana breaks his heart, she’ll come after her. And Ana actually gets in a moderate zinger:

“”And maybe I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine on behalf of the fifteen-year-old child you molested and probably fucked-up even more than he already was.””

I mean, it implies that she’s going to molest her right back, but still, it’s something! Ana storms over to Christian and tells him that she doesn’t want him talking to Mrs Robinson any more, which is probably a fine idea. Ana goes to the bathroom, and comes out to find Christian telling Mrs Robinson to stay away from her. On the phone, for some reason, even though she’s still at the party. Then Ana calls her old, and we’re back to thinking her age and her once-sexual involvement with Christian is the worst thing about her.

Carrick, Christian’s father, asks Ana for a dance, and they discuss Christian’s traumatic childhood. God, is Ana good at a party! The party draws to a close with some fireworks, and Ana basically grins herself to death with excitement. Mia, Christian’s sister, tries to convince them to stay, but Christian insists on leaving. Mia is dissapointed;

““You must come by sometime next week. Maybe we can hit the mall?”

“Sure, Mia.” I grin, though in the back of my mind I’m wondering how since I have to work for a living.”

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OH WHAT’S THAT COMING FROM THE GIRL WHO LIVED OFF HER SO-CALLED BEST FRIEND’S MONEY ALL THE WAY THROUGH COLLEGE, I DON’T THINK I CAUGHT IT OVER THE SOUND OF THAT FUCKING IRONY. Anyway, Christian says they have a big day, and once they’re alone, Ana asks why. He tells her that his Doctor is coming round to give her the contraceptive shot.

““It’s my body,” I mutter, annoyed that he hasn’t asked me.

“It’s mine, too,” he whispers.”

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A late one, but truly appropriate.

Look, I don’t know how I can spell this out more clearly: CHRISTIAN. DOES. NOT. CARE. ABOUT. ANA’S. BODILY. AUTONOMY. He straight-up does not give shit. He considers her body his own and, since he doesn’t like wearing condoms, that means she’s getting the contraceptive shot (which can come with side effects, but WHO CARES). Instead of breaking his fucking nose like she’s entitled to, Ana thinks this:

“Yes,  my body is his . . . he knows it better than I do.”

There are so many points that I have wanted to rage-quit this series, but this is one of the most potent. Like, seriously? This is what woman should be desiring? Literally handing over their bodily autonomy to a guy who can’t tell that a woman crying during sexual activity might mean she’s not into it? I wouldn’t trust him with my fucking laptop, let alone my reproductive system.

They get to the car, and Ana finds a note for Mrs Robinson being all, “yo, I misjudged you, you’re amazing and awesome and the prettiest ever and you totally deserve the lead in the school play”, or fucking something, I’ve kind of gone cross-eyed with rage. Ana thinks about how Mrs Robinson “cares for him deeply”, and we’re once again missing the point that if she truly cared for him deeply she wouldn’t have molested him as a child.

They get back to the apartment, and discover that Ana’s car has had it’s tires slashed and paint thrown on it. The bodyguards go into the apartment ahead of them, and Christian barrels in like the idiot he is, ordering Ana to stay outside.

“Holy shit. Christian! All manner of horrific outcomes run through my mind, but all I can do is stand and wait.”

I promise you, Ana, nothing is as horrific as the outcome that would occur if I got my fucking hands on him. Till next time, folks!

 

Best Episodes Ever

Ah, The Simpsons-the greatest show on earth, as I’ve previously discussed, and the binding force between all my disparate little clusters of friends, a true bringer-together of people, a masterpiece in (not-so-anymore-) modern comedy and animation. And yeah, no-one’s arguing that the last, well, fifteen or so seasons have been as good as the first decade of the show, but it will always hold a special place in my heart- heartfelt, hilarious, and often hysterical, The Simpsons is and always will be the pinnacle of animated comedy. So I’m going to indulge myself, and take a look at my favourite episodes from each of the first ten seasons- as we can all agree, the glory years of the show-and no doubt start a genuine turf war as people on the internet violently disagree with me. Join me, won’t you?

Season One: Some Enchanted Evening

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Somehow, this was the first full episode the show produced, even though it was the last to be broadcast in their debut season- and it’s by far the most Simpsons-y of that first season that was spent mostly groping around trying to find it’s feet (Krusty Gets Busted aside, of course). Homer attempts to romance Marge as the kids full victim to the Babysitter Bandit in a pitch-black and also strangely sweet outing, featuring an awesome guest performance from Penny Marshall as the Babysitter Bandit herself.

Season Two: Treehouse of Horror

Looking at the list of season two episodes- Dead Putting Society, Bart Gets an F, Lisa’s Substitute- I was immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of panic as I realized that even in it’s second season, The Simpsons was pretty much killing it week in, week out and there was no way to pick a best one. But, of course, this was the first appearance of those now-famed Halloween episodes- yes, this is the one with their The Raven parody, as well as high-concept takes on Twilight Zone episodes and parody of The Amityville Horror that may have scared me as a child more than the actual film did.

Season Three: Flaming Moe’s

Now, I know a lot of people will fight me on this- the third season is, after all, legitimately flawless, and packed with splutter-worthy gags, outright surrealism, and a lot of heart- but this episode has a rewatchability unrivaled by the rest of the episodes. Anything Moe-centric is usually brilliantly dingy and grim, and this episode packs it on hard- the genuinely horrible Cheers parody song (which I know all the words AND harmony parts to), Homer’s Moe-centric breakdown, and the eventual Phantom of the Opera climax to the episode (also, somehow, Aerosmith). Now THAT’S television.

Season Four: Lisa the Beauty Queen

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Look, I am Lisa Simpson. I was watching The PTA Disbands not long ago with the consort, and when it came to the “Grade me, grade me, I’m ever so smart!” scene, he just gave me a very long, hard look. So Lisa-centric episodes always stand out to me, and this one has always been a secret favourite from this season, even with classics like Homer’s Triple Bypass and Last Exit to Springfield. A stridently feminist, outrageously fun piece where Homer tries desperatley to win Lisa’s love by entering her in a beauty contest, it’s got heart, soul, and ideals amongst the illegal Colombian eyelash extensions. Even if I have always wanted to try a Laramie cigarette.

Season Five: Cape Feare

In another unfairly excellent season, you absoloutely can’t beat the sheer comedy value of what everyone can politely agree is the best Sideshow Bob episode. Obviously my love for Kelsey Grammer helps a lot here, but you can’t argue with the joke-per-minute ratio in this non-stop, gag-packed twenty minutes: Sideshow Bob trying to write the perfect threatening letter, Homer failing to understand the concept of witness protection, Bart avoiding death by demanding to hear a series of showtunes (a method that would also work on me, if you feel that’s information you may need to know for the future)…this is comedy gold, The Simpsons at the purely funny, unbeatably silly best.

Season Six: Homer Badman

There’s a very particular reason this episode is so special to me- and that’s because it was broadcast only a few hours after I was born. Yes, this is my birthday episode, and it also just so happens to be fucking brilliant. “See you in hell, Candy Boys!” is a phrase I get a surprising amount of mileage out of, only the icing on the cake of an episode that satirizes mob justice, outrage culture and the tabloid media through the lens of a candy Venus de Milo. Only The Simpsons could actually land their points with such a ridiculous premise, but they pull it off in an episode that balances madcap comedy with fiercely potent social commentary. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Family Guy (let me get one shot in, please).

Season Seven: Scenes From a Class Struggle in Springfield

In the commentary for this episode (yeah, I watch the commentaries, wanna make something of it?), the director Susie Dieter mentioned that this is the episode that she most often gets women telling her is their favourite; add me to that list, because this gorgeously animated and lovingly crafted episode is up there with the best they ever did. It’s a fantastic Julie Kavner performance as we suddenly figure out just how frustrating and difficult life is for Marge, and why she’s so intent on bettering herself and her family. It’s hard to balance an episode with this much of an emotional core with the by-now patented brand of Simpsons comedy, but this episode did it with style. Also, am I the only one who kind of fancies Marge in that Chanel dress?

Season Eight: Homer vs the Eighteenth Amendment

“Alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.” This magnificently funny and creative half-hour all revolves around the magic of booze, framed with a throwback forties detective style and a madcap sense of fun. Some episodes don’t have much going on past their sheer comedic brilliance, and this is one of them- there’s no real point to Homer becoming the elusive Beer Baron and flooding the town with illegal alcohol as the stoic Rex Banner attempts to hunt him down- it’s just a silly set-up for a bunch of brilliant jokes and set-pieces (“I don’t know what you expect to see in this, uh, friendly, neighbourhood pet shop”) as the animators have great fun bringing to life the retro ethos of the episode.

Season Nine: Girly Edition

Though season nine features the episode that many people believe to be the turning point in terms of quality for The Simpsons, The Principal and the Pauper, there was still some steam left in them yet- particularly for this satirical bit of fun, peeling apart manafactured, manipulative TV and throwing Bart and Lisa into competition with each other as they battle for the top spot at a TV station. It’s one of the last solid episodes to focus on this relationship, a high point for the wobbly few seasons to come. And it’s got a whole lot of the inimitable Kent Brockman, the greatest news anchor in TV history.

Season Ten: The Wizard of Evergreen Terrace

The series takes a notable drop in quality at the decade mark, and it was hard to actually pull out the best episode from this season because so many of them are just…okay. But this wouldn’t be a list about The Simpsons unless it ended on an episode in which Homer failed dismally and let others succeed in his wake- it’s daft fun with a throughline of existential panic about what we leave behind, as well as featuring the chair that can’t fall down which is an invention I would gladly take advantage of. As the series drifted off into the wild yellow ether, this was one of the last truly great episodes they ever produced.

So, those are my best Simpsons episodes (from the only seasons that matter, of course), what are yours, and how violently do we disagree?

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