Most of liberalism’s biggest heavyweights did not support Jeremy Corbyn. The official wing of liberalism is generally so because it still benefits the privileged the most on an economic level, thriving in the shared part of a Venn diagram which has its most powerful rival on the other side. It mostly supports the poor having some of the same rights that it does, just so long as there are still privileged bubbles.
Their new haircut or hairdo doesn’t need much work. A few tussles and … there, good. Now there’s the outfit they have picked out — a nice suit, a dress, a kilt. Whatever it is, to them it’s the regalia of someone who is very much alive. Wearing these clothes, they walk purposefully around their house, their room, or if they’re lucky, their neighborhood — if only the porch — and there, they wait.
“So what personally excited me about this story is not that it’s just a story about vampires but! It’s a story about vampires with POCs as the main characters. How’s that for representation! … It also portrays a rather different perspective into the lives of the supernatural humans. Like here we sit in front of our TVs, or, faces buried in a book and, yampires yeaaa they have challenges but their lives still seem pretty great! (Apart from their brooding love lives). This book however makes them seem more human than most, with the problems they face, the thoughts they have and the way they deal with all the challenges set to them.” – An excerpt from this review of Late Night Partners at diverse- and interesting fiction in general-centric sowereadthisbook.com.
Beauty and the Beast is probably going to be a very enjoyable movie, but, much like the Cinderella adaption before it, I think there’s something inherently a bit flat to its themes – in a way that doesn’t make for much improvement over the original two-dimensional animated adaptations.
Valentine’s Day, Smalentine’s Smay. According to this review by Ann of the great book review blog “Ann Reads Them,” Late Night Partners is “set in an intriguing, somewhat dystopian world, and is packed with interesting characters, quite a bit of action, and several different relations you are left wanting to read more about. Everything unfolds under a general tone of darkness and eeriness … There are moments that are beautifully written and that evoke real sympathy for the creatures of the night, especially for Doris, and I liked that we through her see a parallel drawn between being black and the struggles of her new life where she’s simply not human anymore.”
I’ve since expanded the novella, between the above review and the also recent one at https://sowereadthisbook.com – from which I will post an excerpt from soon.
In the meanwhile, check out Later Night Partners and both of those very fine, subscription-worthy book blogs. Citygirlscapes.com, too.
A certain level of privilege naturally makes treating mental illness easier, in access to care, medication and the way one is treated generally. Privilege is the result of a combination of appearance and class, with appearance foremost in how these are intertwined when it comes to the reception one gets just walking around. For people doing this, people whose clothes are disheveled, who lack an awareness of exact social cues as they just try to run an errand or just aimlessly exist, most people have little to no warmth.
Ironically enough, with the right appearance, clothes and jerk-like demeanor, someone who’s barreling down the street may not exactly be welcomed; but he or she could be respected.
For the mentally ill or someone lacking in luck, however, just walking down the street with a lack of uniform appearance can be a supreme disadvantage. People can’t control nervous ticks for, instance, or other things that are not typical about the way they look. We tend to expect a very uniform demeanor in a human being – generally mildly pleasant or busily zombie-like, wrapped up in a region’s (or, non-religiously, a legion’s) proper or ideal fashions.
This, of course, is not a universal thesis. Depending on the perceived appearance of someone who is unfortunate, some strangers may have a bit more empathy for him or her; and there are certainly always a few people who, even in what are considered the hardest of places, have empathy for anyone who’s down on their luck. But generally, a lack of uniformity makes for someone who’s not quite equally human – even in something as quintessentially human as walking along with many others and being the one person who trips. In that particular group, unless the reception the person who trips usually gets is based upon their being quite good at their uniform mode, he or she becomes fuel for others in that prevailing mode who’d like someone else to feel superior to.
The privilege of appearance, I think, is perhaps most beneficial on the level of dealing with power structures, in that someone who’s white and doesn’t appear overtly disabled (mentally or physically) has a much better chance of their messiness not being dealt with via a possibly fatal, heavily militaristic response. It may strange to posit that not being squashed like a bug for acting a bit off-kilter can be the most beneficial aspect of privilege – simply not having one’s life callously taken – but it is, and yet, what’s a life within that spectrum?
However dystopian it may seem, it may be the one more people have than not.
Society respects privileged uniformity; and in that arena at its most feudal, who else prevails but the one who looks at the person who is disheveled and screams their “superiority”? Superior to the person who trips, superior to the person who’s supposed to be less than human – an example for those who walk on any street where those who appear to be less fortunate are shunned.
Even critical thinking about a broader empathy can be feudal. When done among the comfort of homes tailored to privilege, such discourse is propped up by a uniformity that is thoroughly cynical. It needs to be more than the unfortunate rather than be walking on the very same streets as someone who is sloppily, unfashionably dressed, or has that nervous tick, or is non-uniformly strong in a land of toughness.
In any Jackie Chan movie that’s been dubbed over in English, Jackie’s accent is one that stands out. In a world of people voiced over by those who usually have (or can affect) what would generally be considered white American and/or British accents, Jackie, a man for whom English is possibly a third language, voices over his own characters. In most English-speaking countries, by jerk standards, Jackie’s accent might be considered a bit rube-ish; and it would make for someone who is considered a bit less than, or ‘other.’ But that’s what make the English dubs of his Chinese films so unique. He could be dubbed by any other accent that, in a Western sense, is not considered sophisticated, and it would be just as uniquely surreal to have this artfully klutzy, alternately semi-suave protagonist who scrambles to being on par with anyone in his world.