I used to wear Wonder Woman Underoos as a kid. My mother would make me behave by telling me I wouldn't be able to watch the original Lynda Carter show. I was OBSESSED.
Which makes the current DCEU version of WW downright depressing for me.
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The problem with Wonder Woman in the live action DCEU has similar roots to the problems with ALL the live action DCEU. There isn't a single person in charge who understands and LOVES these characters. So no singular vision. To whit:
Jenkins was correct to toss out Whedon's version of Diana. No way she sits on the sidelines while people suffer. That's not my Diana. My Diana would also not be an idiot over Chris Pine, but that's a different rant. This rant is about TERRIBLE WRITING.
I write speculative fiction for a living, so let's do something fun. I'm going to tell you a story that takes place in an alternate universe, one in which Trump wins reelection in the biggest landslide since Reagan carried 49 states. It goes like this:
All his life, Donald Trump has hated anything *not* him. A classic narcissist, this hate of the "other" made him xenophobic and racist. He started his campaign decrying Mexicans. One of his first moves was to ban the entry of Muslims.
The hate of "other" also made Donald Trump a germaphobe. This is a guy who once said that shaking hands is "barbaric." This was long before we collectively agreed with him. He was ahead of his time.
9/11 used to be a somber day of remembrance for me. Ground zero was a hectic place.
But then we started having two or more 9/11s every week without much action from our leaders, and now I realize that 9/11 wasn't about the loss of life.
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9/11 was about feeling violated. All those people who passed away 19 years ago were killed by a handful of religious extremists. Humans did it. And we wanted vengeance.
That thirst for blood cost trillions of dollars and thousands of lives in a war that continues today.
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It's wild to me that the time when we should have done less, we went to extremes. And the time when we should have taken extreme actions, we did very little.
One month of closed borders, mandatory mask use, and hand-washing could have saved 200k - 400k American lives.
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Frost's greatest gift -- and the one most difficult to access -- is his use of the unreliable narrator. His poems lie to us. These untruths conceal deep and profound truths.
Frost's most famous poem is perhaps the most famous poem of all-time, the Mona Lisa of poems, his THE ROAD NOT TAKEN.
The most fascinating thing to me about THE ROAD NOT TAKEN is that most people get the title wrong. Which is incredibly meta. Because I'm about to blow your mind. The poem is about two paths that are identical in one aspect: Neither path has ever been walked down.
People are worried about book pirates and I'm over here worried about people not reading.
Other things I don't vilify that bypass author and publisher income:
Handing a book you love to a friend.
Used bookstores.
There are several different kinds of pirates:
1) Hoarders. People who steal just to amass large amounts of 1s and 0s on hard drives. They consume .00001% of what they steal. They weren't going to pay for it anyway.
These are the pirates people fear the most, for no reason.
2) Broke people. There are voracious readers out there who don't have the income to support the number of books they consume. These are often the super-spreaders who start book blogs, write book reviews, and pester their friends to read more.
When I was 19, I was pulled over by a cop because I didn't have an inspection sticker on my windshield. I was on my way home from community college. I wasn't breaking any law, wasn't speeding, didn't run a stop sign, didn't fail to indicate. Just a sticker missing.
When the officer told me why I was pulled over, I pulled my inspection out of the glove box. I'd just had my windshield replaced that week due to a crack. The letter certified my inspection until I could get a new sticker. Figured that would be the end of it. Nope...
Back then, I used to smoke Drum tobacco rolled cigarettes. The cop saw the tobacco in the glove compartment along with the rolling papers. He asked me where the drugs were in the car. I laughed, thinking it was a joke. He was serious.