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we’re going to a preview screening of Arietty, hosted by the New York International Children’s Film Festival! It’s at the Peter Jay Sharp Theater on 42nd St at 1:00, Saturday, January 21st. If anyone wants to come, they are more than welcome to! Tickets are $15.
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New comic up on Surviving College! Click the link here or on the picture. I comic on my experiences in NYU’s psycho I mean psychology department.
for that Anon who asked what NYU and psych was like. …no but I actually had this drawn last week, the timing was just nice.
also, do you like my complete inability to draw a straight line?
I give you the “Disenchanted Young Professional” meme.
Some of it’s fucking gross (tw for transphobia (page 24) and misogyny)
Some of it’s fucking hilarious.
today in class my professor recounted an anecdote of a time she was teaching at Harvard and an angry girl stormed into her office hours asking her why she always wrote novels about mixed race people and why couldn’t she just write novels about… OTHER people?!
NYU, I am horribly disappointed in you.
I came here to school four years ago with high hopes. It’s such a typical leaving-home, coming of age story: hometown full of privileged bigots and idiots, with few people I could connect to (and to my beloved friends, I cherish them all even more for that. You guys have brought me such enormous comfort during those years). New York City, a beacon of intelligent thought and creative people, a mere two hour train ride away. When I first set foot in my dorm with polished tile floors and a seventeen-story-high view of Union Square, I never wanted to leave again.
And not one week ago, in my film class, during a screening of V for Vendetta. Gordon telling Evey that if he didn’t bring attractive young ladies home once in awhile, he’d fall under scrutiny. Photos of naked men on his walls.
My classmates, laughing.
Laughing.
Missing the point of the entire movie. Not even knowing that by laughing, they are contributing to a system of oppression that has the potential to turn into something as cataclysmic and (to them, unrealistic) horrific as that dystopian future.
It’s just so fucking hypocritical: our school, supposedly so “liberal”, so “open-minded”, where we have so many minority students in all flavors! Paint pretty colors on top of an institution that is disgusting underneath. Not overtly, oh no. It’s the laughter in class at the gay character. It’s the blank looks you get being the only kid in class who gives enough of a fuck to speak up about something. It’s the readings that get assigned for almost every class that are written exclusively by white cis heterosexual men, unless it’s in a “minority fiction” class. It’s the advice my business student female friends are given from their male peers when they ask what they should do about interviews: “Wear lots of make up.”
It’s the apathy, the apathy, that really fucking kills me. It’s this culture of irony and “I don’t give a fuck, don’t take it so seriously”. It’s a nostalgia for the “idyllic” past, appropriating cultural and religious symbols without realizing the implications of any of it. The girl in modern art who wears a Spiderman backpack and gives me a weird look when I enthusiastically ask if she’s a comic book fan, if she likes Spiderman. She says “I don’t DISLIKE him, buttttt…”
Then get the hell out of my comics fandom.
Sure, folks who are reading (excluding my friends, of course). I’m sure you’re saying to yourselves that you’re not like that. I’m sure you’re saying to yourselves that you’re all a bunch of culturally sensitive intellectuals who has enough of a degree of self-awareness to know your elbow from your ass.
Prove it, then. Speak up for something in class. Think about what you’ve been reading outside of the academic sphere. Think about how your big “theories” are not just theories. Think about how next time you open your mouth to make a joke at a minority’s expense you are probably making someone close to you feel uncomfortable and unsafe. Don’t act like you’re entitled to your ironic opinion when a person says that they feel offended. Your apathy does not make you special or funny or witty. It just makes you look like a complete and utter sack of shit.
And for fuck’s sake. Next time, DON’T LAUGH.
I can only hope that the scene with Valerie made them cry.
Zadie Smith was talking about this in class, how our postmodern generation gets nostalgic about a past that doesn’t belong to us, how we think that everything “good” has been done already. She cited “look at that fucking hipster” and my adoration grew just a little bit greater.
But it’s true. Just look at my clothes. Fifties silhouettes and Victorian cameos, petticoats and a dislike for anything too short, to revealing. You couldn’t force me into a knee-length skirt in middle school if you killed me- I wanted to be a harajuku schoolgirl complete with baggy socks and a long sweater. It’s like the older I get, the more I simultaneously want to hide in the past and press forward into a future too fast approaching. But where am I supposed to be NOW? where is a graduating senior supposed to be in time, when all anyone is asking about is future plans but at the same time looking at every accomplishment you’ve done, every job you’ve held in the past three years to see if you’re a good fit for a, b, or c career, especially in this economy? It’s just all so hopelessly hopeful that it makes you want to scream.
I just want to draw my comics, get paid for it, and bob my head to catchy music.
I wanna be like
but instead I’m actually just
and then I say it really weirdly and sometimes too loud
I can’t seem to concentrate on anything lately, but I will go home and finish these comics if it kills me.
my modern art professor is absolutely mad and I love him and I love his class.
