Thanks for this. Woke up early and was reading the news while listening to dissonant art music (because Birdsongs of the Mesozoic is perfect background music for reading about COVID) and didn't realize how much I needed a laugh until I read this.
I don't know why you Catholics think you have the edge on the guilt franchise. I'd say the good old Presbyterian total evil and Hell Bound guilt is in all ways more .............. except now I feel guilty that I'm claiming my guilt is more than your's.
I was just contemplating guilt the other day. Came to the conclusion that there's guilt and then there's the deeply internalized guilt in which one feels guilty 24/7/365 for being alive. I know it's apples and oranges, but I don't see how that instutionalized Catholic guilt is in the ballpark suffering-wise.
I had so much Catholic guilt that I pledged to stop my frequent masturbating, which was always accompanied by the visual aids of my older brother's Playboys, Penthouses, Gents, and King Sizes, because it was so sinful. That lasted about a month.
It's an amazing show. I watched the first two seasons last year & now I'll catch up with the rest. I love that Nick's house is haunting by the ghost of Duke Ellington: "I slept with white women when really meant something!"
It's a glorious show -- autoeroticism is a funhouse mirror in a ritual space, a Night at Bald Mountain of weird delights & unspeakable needs
Once again I’m decades behind pop TV culture. You’re watching Big Mouth, I’m on Hulu streaming Veronica Mars and Buffy the Vampire Killer, two more shows I missed during my “I’ve got better things to do than watch TV” period. Shows where teen hormones are symbolized by crime and monsters to be defeated.
The stars being attractive 20-somethings playing teenagers has nothing to do with it.
Thanks to Hulu, I'm also watching "What We Do In The Shadows." That's kind of new. Newer than "Buffy" by twenty plus years, anyway. Please don't revoke my dork membership, it's all I have left of my adolescence!
Hamlet, yes. Country matters often come up and there's a fair amount of adolescence in the wit and drama there, and Romeo & Juliet. I am confident Shakespeare could've proved most awkwardly and, had he been put on, showed us our own adolescent angst royally.
Vomiting feathers? Laughed till I cried. Back in the day going through this we were listening to a BBC production of the Odyssey. The phrase "rosy fingered dawn" still makes me queasy.
Oh, yes. She still wants kids. What she doesn't know is that Marty experienced couvade syndrome in that he sometimes felt nauseous, too. David probably doesn't need to know this.
The hormone monster... yes, mine was something else. Now I not only have to find time to watch Citizen Kane but this show as well. You're like an art teacher giving assignments now! LOL
Thanks for this. Woke up early and was reading the news while listening to dissonant art music (because Birdsongs of the Mesozoic is perfect background music for reading about COVID) and didn't realize how much I needed a laugh until I read this.
It is always a blessed relief!
I don't know why you Catholics think you have the edge on the guilt franchise. I'd say the good old Presbyterian total evil and Hell Bound guilt is in all ways more .............. except now I feel guilty that I'm claiming my guilt is more than your's.
I was just contemplating guilt the other day. Came to the conclusion that there's guilt and then there's the deeply internalized guilt in which one feels guilty 24/7/365 for being alive. I know it's apples and oranges, but I don't see how that instutionalized Catholic guilt is in the ballpark suffering-wise.
Sounds about the same to me.
I had so much Catholic guilt that I pledged to stop my frequent masturbating, which was always accompanied by the visual aids of my older brother's Playboys, Penthouses, Gents, and King Sizes, because it was so sinful. That lasted about a month.
Not at all. One's essentially external, a response to imposed beliefs conflicting with life. The other's internal hard wiring. Sort of born bad.
“has the feeling of authentic adolescent anxiety”
....um....
PASS
It's an amazing show. I watched the first two seasons last year & now I'll catch up with the rest. I love that Nick's house is haunting by the ghost of Duke Ellington: "I slept with white women when really meant something!"
It's a glorious show -- autoeroticism is a funhouse mirror in a ritual space, a Night at Bald Mountain of weird delights & unspeakable needs
Once again I’m decades behind pop TV culture. You’re watching Big Mouth, I’m on Hulu streaming Veronica Mars and Buffy the Vampire Killer, two more shows I missed during my “I’ve got better things to do than watch TV” period. Shows where teen hormones are symbolized by crime and monsters to be defeated.
The stars being attractive 20-somethings playing teenagers has nothing to do with it.
I understand the real hip kids are watching old shows and only dorks watch new shows.
Thanks to Hulu, I'm also watching "What We Do In The Shadows." That's kind of new. Newer than "Buffy" by twenty plus years, anyway. Please don't revoke my dork membership, it's all I have left of my adolescence!
The movie of WWDITS is pretty good, too
If liking a show with a talking vagina is wrong I don't wanna be right.
Hamlet, yes. Country matters often come up and there's a fair amount of adolescence in the wit and drama there, and Romeo & Juliet. I am confident Shakespeare could've proved most awkwardly and, had he been put on, showed us our own adolescent angst royally.
Vomiting feathers? Laughed till I cried. Back in the day going through this we were listening to a BBC production of the Odyssey. The phrase "rosy fingered dawn" still makes me queasy.
Have you told Melissa this?
Oh, yes. She still wants kids. What she doesn't know is that Marty experienced couvade syndrome in that he sometimes felt nauseous, too. David probably doesn't need to know this.
The hormone monster... yes, mine was something else. Now I not only have to find time to watch Citizen Kane but this show as well. You're like an art teacher giving assignments now! LOL
Big Mouth, of which I was sort of aware, seems too deep and profound for me. I get my classy filth via Letterkenny. Witty and profane: Best combo.
You're ahead of me--I'm such a barbarian I never heard of *either* of them 'til today.
Big Mouth seems to have socially redeeming value, Letterkenny really has nothing for clever right. And much profane stuff.