Disentchantment - Review

Yes, this is it: My first review for a tv show! So far, the reason I never did one was that most of the time, I am hella late to the party. Not this time, though - Disentchantment was released on Netflix on August 17th, and we binged it over the weekend real quick.

Disentchantment is about Princess Bean, the princess of Dreamland, a fictional medieval country located on a cliff. The whole setting is based on epic fantasy franchises like The Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones, but in old Matt Groening fashion, it takes the piss out of it. Princess Bean is a teenager, rebellious against her strict father, prone to drinking a lot and simply willing to have a good old time with booze and sex. Also, she misses her mother who got killed when she was a child, and feels very distant from her stepmother Una, who is some kind of fish-creature. The story starts with her getting married to a prince to form an alliance. Disguised as a wedding gift, she is sent a personal demon, Lucifer, who encourages her to go after her urges, and drunk Bean ruins her wedding and runs away. In the middle of it all we also meet Elfo, the elf (duh), who left the Elf Kingdom because everything was too happy and peaceful for his taste. Basically, Elfo and Lucifer act as the shoulder angel and devil for Bean, even though Elfo isn't very good at his job as the voice of peace. Beans dad thinks Lucifer is a speaking cat, and allows Elfo to the castle because with the help of his elf blood, he hopes to be able to find immortality.

While the first one or two episodes aren't that good, the story quickly picks up pace. The initial set-up, character introduction etc. is a bit lame, but it is worth to stick through that for the more interesting stuff. While I have to say that so far, I enjoyed The Simpsons and Futurama way more than Disentchantment, there is a lot of potential, and it is an overall enjoyable tv show after all. And as long as I enjoyed a thing, why should I not say it?

#MenAreTrash - A discourse

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The place is German Twitter. One of the trending hashtags is #MenAreTrash. It started with a brown feminist trying to explain that sexism is a structural problem and can't be solved by individuals only - no matter how nice and cool individual men are, men as a social group and masculinity as a social construct are a problem. We can't sustain on the few individual men that are reflecting their behaviour when they stay exceptions to a norm that stays sexist. I'd say that is a pretty simple thing to understand. Now you might say "but you haven't been called trash, you're a woman, you are not adressed by this" - true! But as a white cis woman I do get adressed when trans people call cis people trash, or when people of colour call white people trash. And I accept that. I accept that there is things going wrong between different social groups here, and that no one actually means that I am trash because of the colour of my skin or for agreeing with the gender I was assigned at birth. What they mean is: White people, cis people and, yes, men hold the privilege and the power to actually change something, and yet they don't most of the time - either they actively work against the change, or they refuse to reflect on themselves to start change from within their own behaviour, or they don't actively citicize their peers when they show problematic behaviour. And I recognize that I am by far not an exception and could do more when people tell me that cis people are trash or white people are trash for not speaking out for their fellow human beings who are not as privileged.

Now the first reaction to hashtags like #MenAreTrash are defensive ones. That is just natural - no one wants to be insulted, that's normal. The problem is that this defense very quickly turns into aggression - "I am not trash because I am a man, you deserve to be raped and killed" is a thing I have read way too often in the past few hours. Let me make one thing clear: When you're trying to proof that you are not an asshole, behaving like one and threatening others is propably not the best approach unless you really, really want to confirm the original statement. Now if that was only the reaction of very few people, that would be almost ok. Would be bearable. But it isn't. It's so so many.

Another reaction that is incredibly common is people arguing that aggressive hashtags like #MenAreTrash are a not helping the cause and only paint feminism in a bad light (and provoking reactions like the one above). That it would be the better approach to discuss peacefully and friendly. While I agree that this would be the ideal way: It doesn't really matter anymore how you talk about feminism. Ninetynine percent of the time, you won't be taken seriously anyway. You will be laughed at, belittled at best, insulted and threatened, at the worst you will actively experience physical and sexual violence or even be killed. These are all things that happen at a shockingly high rate when women speak out for equal rights, no matter how calm and friendly they are being. No matter what a fucking ray of sunshine we are being while trying to discuss this, we will get the same reactions. So why should we always take the high road? Why not yell out all the anger and frustration that sticks to our hearts all the time, each and every day, if it makes no difference anyway? To me, #MenAreTrash is an outlet for all the things we usually don't say, all the anger we bottled up over the years, everything we usually swallow in the naive hope that we could somehow be understood and be taken seriously, that we somehow could induce reconsideration and change if we just stayed calm while our counterparts give us shit. That's the thing: No one tries to police the tone of the ones we are talking to. But everyone asks us to be nice and polite while being harrassed and threatened, additionally to all the micro-aggressions we endure on a daily basis when feminism/sexism isn't even the topic. It's frustrating. And this is what is exploding right now with this hashtag. This is a telling-off.
Basically, #MenAreTrash is like when two people fight face to face and one calls the other one an asshole. Not necessarily because the other one is definitely and irreversibly an asshole, but because you are so incredibly angry about the actual reason for the fight. And when the other person just says: "Sure, you have absolutely legit criticism here with all the arguments and stuff but you called me an asshole so I won't listen to anything you just said no matter how reasonable it is!" - well, they can't be helped then.

So the overall insight of this is: Feminism is angry. Feminism is uncomfortable. Because it sometimes has to be - at least, it got people talking. Maybe, some day, they'll also start to listen. And then, only then, we can start to work on the problem all together.

Excursion To Poetry #4 - Aug. 2018

Dear sir,

allow me to stick to my principles,
the most important one being that
I treat everyone
with basic human decency,
and thus I will not insult you
or belittle you,
even though I couldn't loathe you more.
Ironically,
this is a thing you helped me learn,
even while you had so much trouble doing so youself.

You met me as a teenager, and as a teacher,
it was your job to teach me,
not only for your class and exams but for life,
and so you did.
Just very differently than you thought you would,
I guess.

You were one of the so thinly spread male teachers I ever had, and yet,
you tought me to be a feminist.
Not because you were one yourself,
but because you were not,
and you showed me problems in our society from your perspective 
I just approach them a way
you propably never intended me to.

You taught me linguistics
that language is in constant change
that the limits of my language mean the limits of my world
and I took from it that
as long as the generic masculine
is the norm in my mother tongue
this world will be a mans world indeed.
Pardon me for writing this letter in English:
it is easier to use a language that doesn't deny my existence.

You taught me
that people become aggressive
and violent when they're about to lose something
or someone they value.
I have to thank you for that
because it prepared me for everything to come
every moment when someone really valued me.

And in the same lection
you taught me that
the best way to show
an enemy your teeth
is a smile.
So I will smile at you.
I will give you the warmest
most genuine smile
if we ever meet again.

Dear sir,
it is a shame we loathe each other so much.
The things that we could learn
together
if just we could have
a no-nonsense talk,
just once.

Ant-Man and The Wasp - Review

Aaaaah, Ant-Man and The Wasp, my shining beacon in the darkness that Infinity War left not only for me. Mostly because it meant that this wasn't the end for forgettable me completely ignoring Infinity War being promoted as a two-part film already, and it also meant that the next step was something funny and somewhat light (even within the MCU which is very humoristic at all times anyway to begin with).

Well, the thing is: Ant-Man and The Wasp is set a little before/during Infinity War and not, as my no-trailers-watching ass thought, shortly after it. I really need to get across to myself that the MCU is not linear at all. (Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, I have to add as someone currently re-watching Doctor Who).

The movie starts with a flashback to Hopes childhood and the day her parents left for work (apparently, at that point, young Hope doesn't know about them being super heroes) and only Hank coming back. This flashback beautifully doubles as an introduction of Janet, The Wasp, being a warm-hearted, loving mother and wife which I like a lot to begin with - because she is all of that, all this things traditionally tied to a very feminine role, and at the exact same time she is also a hero, a fighter, courageous, bad-ass, all things that within traditional gender roles and traditional gender coding in fiction get mutually excluded with the role of the emotional care-taker. I just really like that at this point we seem to be beyond the point were female super heroes had to be all serious and cold and "one of the boys" to be heroic. At the end of the flashback we see Hank suggesting to Hope that, since Scott was able to come back from the Quantum Realm, Janet may still be alive and could be retrieved from there as well, and they start building a tunnel to do so.

Cut to Scott, who after Civil War and participating in trashing the airport in Leipzig (which I, as a person born and raised and living in Leipzig have a bit of hard feelings about as well) with Captain America and his team is on house arrest. He currently has his daughter Cassie over, they manage to have a lot of fun even without being able to leave the house and Scott is just being a great dad. You guys see this? Great role model. Just maybe without the crime and jailtime before that. We also get to see that the relationship to his ex-wife Maggie and her boyfriend Paxton got a lot better, they are all having a good big old patchwork family thing going on, and this warms my cold, empty heart after Infinity War and I really needed this, so thanks Marvel, you did well! (I will stop gushing mid-plot summary now).

After Cassie leaves, Scott takes a bath and has a vision of Janet. He contacts Hank, even though he's not supposed to be in contact with him and Hope. Shortly after he gets stung by an ant, faints and wakes up in a car with Hope. Turns out, she and Hank are very angry at him for going to Germany without saying anything, but since Hank sees the vision as a sign that Janet is still alive, he wants Scotts help to relocate her. Willing to make the tunnel more stable, they try to get a part from a black market dealer called Sonny Birch, who turns out wanting to get into their business and trying to blackmail them into it. When Hope aka the new Wasp figths him and his team, Ghost turns up and steals the shrinked lab.

As you can see, summarizing the plot without telling to much is a bit of an issue because theres a lot of stuff going on with two antagonists, several storylines and just a lot happening in general, but somehow, when you see the full movie, it doesn't get confusing at all - it's just like real life, just a lot going on simultaneously. What we get is a lot of character developement happening, a lot of plot to begin with and theres still plenty of room for the typical Ant-Man humour (both old fan favourites like Luis, everyones fucking son, taking veeery wide stretches to re-tell stuff, and new running gags as well) and nicely done action sequences. It's just overall a pretty well-made movie in my opinion, just the right mix of everything that makes Marvel movies special.

I already gushed on a lot about how much I love the character introduction of Janet and the portrayal of Scott as a dad, but I also want you to know that I adore ghost - her character design reminds me of a post-apocalyptic dystopia and I am always here for that, and she has a very interesting back story.
Of course, we don't know how and if the Ant-Man series will continue after Infinity War (and that makes all of this very frustrating let me tell you!) but I really hope it does because let's be honest - Ant-Man is kind of my comfort place right now. Even with personally being really apalled by ants.