As though watching Roman Abramovich and John Terry celebrating Chelsea’s European Cup win was not stomach-churning enough…
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As though watching Roman Abramovich and John Terry celebrating Chelsea’s European Cup win was not stomach-churning enough…
Derek Cianfrance’s Blue Valentine (2010) just destroyed me. So devastatingly raw and ideologically cutting, it perfectly complemented the critique of marriage I recently wrote for a module on gender and the law.
When I last wrote about Ryan Gosling I described his performance as ‘expressionless’. I’ve since read a little into posthumanism, and think that may perhaps have been exactly what he was going for. Not in this film though: though he was clearly aggressive, I sympathised with his hopeless attempts to go down with the sinking ship.
Certainly, whilst feminist critiques of marriage resonated with Blue Valentine, the ‘future suite’ in motel (above) reminded me more of Donna Haraway’s A Cyborg Manifesto (1985). Exciting, enticing, and ultimately depressing.
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This time next week I’ll have seen Grimes play Visions (2012) live at the Brudenell. I can not wait.
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A view into Leeds city centre from the top of the Parkinson Building.
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I’m on my way to to trial to support CeCe McDonald!
FREE CECE!
This is pretty important. Free CeCe.
The dissertation’s been handed in and after a couple of days off I’m reading around for my next essay about marriage. I’m thinking of going down a communitarian route, trying to square same-sex relationships with freedom of religion. Articles such as this one are very illuminating.
The plan is to get this done in the next week or so before submitting it to the consultation on opening up marriage to same-sex couples. I’m not certain where I stand, but I’m pretty sure I’d be sorry to see civil partnerships go.
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A strange thing happened recently. The Government came up with a proposal that I agree with, at least in principle. Charity is better than nothing, but only serves to morally justify the excesses of our capitalist system (cue Slavoj Žižek’s First as Tragedy, Then as Farce).
I’m aware that if this policy goes ahead then the charitable causes aren’t likely to be provided with public funds to make up for the charitable ones that have been limited, hence why I only agree in principle.
Nonetheless, after much public outrage over the limit on tax-deductible charitable donations, they appear to be preparing for a u-turn.
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I was really looking forward to watching Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis (2007) during a break from my dissertation. Little did I know, the film would be of significant relevance, especially in respect of my conclusion.
I’ve recently been persuaded by (Leeds University’s) Sally Hines that an intersectional analysis of transgender offers the most promise in theorising gender. The fact that Satrapi’s feminism was so situated in the film (and elsewhere) convinced me that I’d made a good decision.
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My dissertation deadline is only a week away, but I’m enjoying putting the finishing touches to it. The toughest part involves my suggestions for reform - trans pathologisation is clearly so theoretically flawed, but in practice surgical interventions save many lives.
Such is the power of the medicolegal alliance.
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This hit me hard, definitely a must-see.
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I got round to watching the acclaimed Wim Wenders classic, Wings of Desire (1987) this weekend; and surprisingly I couldn’t enjoy it one bit. The reason for this was that it transpired as the film developed that I’d already seen Brad Silberling’s dreadful remake City of Angels (1998) starring Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan.
Oh Hollywood, how I hate you.
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With this weekend of arrests, this seems like a great way to end it. Warren Buffett knows the score. Love how the reporter is like “it won’t do anything,” and he just drops the $20 billion number off the top. Can’t get anything past him. (via Percolate)
Hear hear.