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Today's entry is late and I completely blame Rhys , who wrote the stories I have been unable to put down. I would link but don't know her policy on off-hand recs so I'll just mention "Untitled", "Not Like Them", and "In This World". Wow. Especially the first and last. The first because, ooh, the opening scenes with the sun and the wrestling and the JC and the hose. The second because, ahhhh. Man that is so sweet. And hot. And did I mention that I love all the boys equally? Especially JC and Chris. And Justin on alternate Thursdays. (Of which today is one). And Joey when I need a hug, and Lance when the moon is full. Or he wears open-backed wetsuits.
But I digress.
SV! Oh, bugger, I'm too sleepy to deal with learning how to embed a link to myself, so no itty bit today.
Instead:
Today’s topic:
Smallville
Or, more specifically, the ladies of Smallville, Part the First. Why, you ask? Why, when everyone else has already more than adequately covered every aspect of the representation of women in the show, and the nature and quality of each individual woman thereon, would I feel the need to discuss them further?
And my answer is simple.
Because. I. Can.
And plus I am an opinionated creature and want to rant a bit.
Firstly!
Chloe. Ah, Chloe, who I loathed completely throughout the first episode. And is now my favorite after the CLex.
Chloe. How I love thee. Let me count the ways. In fact, let me make a nice itemized list of the ways.
1. I love the way you flip your hair which is never tidy and always looks soft.
2. I love the way you snark without hiding your inner geek at all.
3. I love the way you move from lightning quick reason to stupidity in the blink of a plot twist.
4. I love the way you interfere in Lana Lang’s annoying love life.
5. I love the way you interact with Lex, in the regrettably few sequences they allow the two of you together.
6. I love the way you blow a person off haughtily, and then get all shuffley-footed and blush when you find out they like you.
7. Most of all, I love the fact that you are beautiful, intelligent, funny, look like the most popular girl at the high school I went to, and yet are virtually an outcast in your school. It restores my faith.
Next. Martha Stewart Darth Kent.
I have liked thee, I have loathed thee. And yet I know no peace.
More on that later.
Now, Moulin Rouge.
La Traviata with more special effects and an expensive royalties bill.
Plus some good acting, and a really cute dwarf. Made me cry. Did I mention I don't like Nicole Kidman? But she was amazing. Wench.
Cheese Eating. Can boys that dance the way those little 'Nsync monkeys do eat cheese? Or would the yummy denseness that is a good cheese weigh down their little tummies too much? And if they do eat cheese (and here I'm guessing that Joey does), what kind of cheese would each puppy eat?
Here's my useless list.
Chris: Spicy cheese in a spray can.
Joey: Parmesan, freshly grated.
Lance: Stares longingly at the cheddar and stringy mozzarella he no longer eats.
Maybe skim swiss.
Justin: Processed American cheese slices.
JC: Brie, of course. But only in nibbles.
Okay, 'nough said.
Weigh anchor, me hearties.
But I digress.
SV! Oh, bugger, I'm too sleepy to deal with learning how to embed a link to myself, so no itty bit today.
Instead:
Today’s topic:
Smallville
Or, more specifically, the ladies of Smallville, Part the First. Why, you ask? Why, when everyone else has already more than adequately covered every aspect of the representation of women in the show, and the nature and quality of each individual woman thereon, would I feel the need to discuss them further?
And my answer is simple.
Because. I. Can.
And plus I am an opinionated creature and want to rant a bit.
Firstly!
Chloe. Ah, Chloe, who I loathed completely throughout the first episode. And is now my favorite after the CLex.
Chloe. How I love thee. Let me count the ways. In fact, let me make a nice itemized list of the ways.
1. I love the way you flip your hair which is never tidy and always looks soft.
2. I love the way you snark without hiding your inner geek at all.
3. I love the way you move from lightning quick reason to stupidity in the blink of a plot twist.
4. I love the way you interfere in Lana Lang’s annoying love life.
5. I love the way you interact with Lex, in the regrettably few sequences they allow the two of you together.
6. I love the way you blow a person off haughtily, and then get all shuffley-footed and blush when you find out they like you.
7. Most of all, I love the fact that you are beautiful, intelligent, funny, look like the most popular girl at the high school I went to, and yet are virtually an outcast in your school. It restores my faith.
Next. Martha Stewart Darth Kent.
I have liked thee, I have loathed thee. And yet I know no peace.
More on that later.
Now, Moulin Rouge.
La Traviata with more special effects and an expensive royalties bill.
Plus some good acting, and a really cute dwarf. Made me cry. Did I mention I don't like Nicole Kidman? But she was amazing. Wench.
Cheese Eating. Can boys that dance the way those little 'Nsync monkeys do eat cheese? Or would the yummy denseness that is a good cheese weigh down their little tummies too much? And if they do eat cheese (and here I'm guessing that Joey does), what kind of cheese would each puppy eat?
Here's my useless list.
Chris: Spicy cheese in a spray can.
Joey: Parmesan, freshly grated.
Lance: Stares longingly at the cheddar and stringy mozzarella he no longer eats.
Maybe skim swiss.
Justin: Processed American cheese slices.
JC: Brie, of course. But only in nibbles.
Okay, 'nough said.
Weigh anchor, me hearties.
