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Oh, reality, again
Mar. 3rd, 2012 07:56 pmWhenever I'm reading something about one of the Republican candidates, I feel trapped in the most horrible type of reality show. Or in some prequel for The Handmaid's Tale, thinking, oh, come on, Margaret Atwood, these characters aren't reall, far too over the top. It would be funny if it wasn't frightening if one considers they even made it that far and what that says about the people supporting them. War on women indeed.
I was utterly unsurprised to read Santorum has it in for the 60s. That was old already when Gingrich had it in for the 60s back in the Clinton years, and you'd think given the baby boomers are now all in retirement age, having it in for the 60s doesn't even pay anymore, but apparently not: it must be some sort of American Conservative coming of age: denouncing the 60s as the decade of evil. And sex. Never forget the sex. Mind you, when reading Santorum thunder about Woodstock (seriously?) and the Democrats being "the party of homosexuals" (does he get paid by the Democrats to do that?), I remembered that last week or the week before someone pointed out Germany (currently also ruled by conservatives) is governed by: a) A childless woman in her second marriage who never ever did the playing-the-housewife thing during her election campaigns, b) an open homosexual living in a registered life partnership with his male husband as her second in command, and c) after our latest presidential switcheroo, by a reverend who has been living unmarried with his (female) partner since the last twelve years and, which means we currently have a First Companion (girlfriend seems to sell the relationship short - the German word, Lebensgefährtin, is far better, because it means a long term, life long partnership without marriage). I mean, I didn't vote for any of them, but still, these are our conservatives. Allow me a moment of relief about living in Old Europe.
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On a related, but fannish note: you can leave prompts at the at the multifandom queer fest ficathon.
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Breaking Bad fanfiction rec:
Blue (she's like a dog that solves puzzles): set mid season 2, after Four Days. In which Walt gets a surprise present and Jesse fundamentally misunderstands the nature of a children's show, and, incidentally, probably the nature of Walt, as well.
I was utterly unsurprised to read Santorum has it in for the 60s. That was old already when Gingrich had it in for the 60s back in the Clinton years, and you'd think given the baby boomers are now all in retirement age, having it in for the 60s doesn't even pay anymore, but apparently not: it must be some sort of American Conservative coming of age: denouncing the 60s as the decade of evil. And sex. Never forget the sex. Mind you, when reading Santorum thunder about Woodstock (seriously?) and the Democrats being "the party of homosexuals" (does he get paid by the Democrats to do that?), I remembered that last week or the week before someone pointed out Germany (currently also ruled by conservatives) is governed by: a) A childless woman in her second marriage who never ever did the playing-the-housewife thing during her election campaigns, b) an open homosexual living in a registered life partnership with his male husband as her second in command, and c) after our latest presidential switcheroo, by a reverend who has been living unmarried with his (female) partner since the last twelve years and, which means we currently have a First Companion (girlfriend seems to sell the relationship short - the German word, Lebensgefährtin, is far better, because it means a long term, life long partnership without marriage). I mean, I didn't vote for any of them, but still, these are our conservatives. Allow me a moment of relief about living in Old Europe.
***
On a related, but fannish note: you can leave prompts at the at the multifandom queer fest ficathon.
***
Breaking Bad fanfiction rec:
Blue (she's like a dog that solves puzzles): set mid season 2, after Four Days. In which Walt gets a surprise present and Jesse fundamentally misunderstands the nature of a children's show, and, incidentally, probably the nature of Walt, as well.
