Adam-Troy Castro

Writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, and Stories About Yams.

 

God, He Really Is a Screeching Gibbon, Isn’t He?

Posted on June 15th, 2017 by Adam-Troy Castro

Donald Trump has tweeted that the investigations of his administration are “the single greatest WITCH HUNT in American political history, led by some very bad and conflicted people.”

First off, we can now add “Conflicted” to the long list of words that this profoundly ignorant man does not comprehend and cannot use correctly. That list is so long that by now we can likely cover the same ground more quickly by listing the words he does know how to use. That’s to start.

Secondly, this is yet another manifestation of the historically-ignorant Trump believing that things are more like they are now (whatever aspect of “now” he happens to be talking about) than they ever have been before. With Trump, it’s not enough that there’s crime; the crime rates must be worse than they have ever been. It is not that he thinks he’s an expert on something; he must be the single greatest expert there ever was. It is not that he thinks something is praiseworthy; it must be the best ever, just as all bad things must be the worst ever. It’s not enough that he thinks he’s healthy enough for the Presidency; he must also be more healthy than anybody who’s ever held the office, in all of history. His perspective is the focal point toward which all asymptotic lines converge, curving toward infinity even as they become vague flatness in the distance he is too myopic to perceive. Part of this is that he honestly doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, and doesn’t care; and part of this is that he’s a carnival barker who cannot modulate his superlatives, who knows that everything must be the most (blank) ever.

Thirdly: even so, the “single greatest” witch hunt in American political history? Are you fucking high? Recall the hundreds of lives ruined because of past associations during the McCarthy era. Recall the FBI covertly urging black activists toward suicide. Recall cops infiltrating labor groups and hippie enclaves purely to urge them toward criminality, for the specific purpose of then prosecuting them so that they could say criminality was the only thing these movements were ever about. Recall Japanese sent to internment camps. Recall decades, decades, of determined harassment of the Clintons, by organized groups willing to spend millions to do it, efforts that included suborned perjury. Recall you, yourself, whipping crowds of morons to gibbering cheers by pretending to have proof of a sitting President’s supposed foreign birth. What’s happening to you right now, you failed use of tan shoe polish as George Hamilton blackface, is the slow-motion collapse of your house of cards, and it’s not a witch-hunt. It’s a manifestation of how transparently corrupt, how deeply obvious a perpetrator of the Presidency as scam, you truly are.

Story Excerpt: “The Narrow Escape Of Zipper-Girl”

Posted on June 12th, 2017 by Adam-Troy Castro

Imminent in NIGHTMARE Magazine:

“It was her zipper that drew me to her.

She was beautiful enough, according to what most people seemed to consider beauty. She had a black buzz cut, the kind of body that gives the impression of lankiness even on someone petite, a complexion pale as milk, and an overbite that made sure that a sliver of teeth was always visible even when her bee-sting lips were mostly shut. Everything about her face seemed tentative, as if placed there by a designer who knew just how much any given feature needed before it gained enough prominence to overpower the others; hence her tiny nose, her light eyebrows and her gray eyes. When she first crossed the room, she struck me as so light on her feet that she might have been something drifting in the breeze; but it was the long line of her neck that made me look twice, the longest and most graceful neck I had ever seen on any woman, to that point.

I’m a neck man. Some guys notice breasts first. Others are first taken by long shiny legs. I notice necks. I’ve always noticed necks, the most beautiful and most vulnerable attribute women have.

Hers had a zipper…”

No. Wonder Woman Does Not Embody That Sexist Trope.

Posted on June 12th, 2017 by Adam-Troy Castro

I’m about to argue with somebody about WONDER WOMAN, but before I do I want to establish that the target of this argument is not her reaction to a goddamned movie. Honestly. You are free to hate WONDER WOMAN if you want to, for any reason from just hating superhero movies on principle, to thinking Gal Godot looks like a duck. I may think you’re crazy but I won’t be mad at you.

The one exception is saying (as this person also did) that she cannot look at Israeli Gal Godot and not think about the sad plight of the Palestinian people, because of course Gal Godot is guilty by association with everything her country does; which is on a par with saying you cannot look at Denzel Washington and not think about the black guy who once mugged your grandfather. That is “fuck you” territory. I don’t care how enlightened about the middle east you think you are, how you parse the relative faults of Israel and its Palestinian rivals; this particular statement is racist as hell, and you need to be ashamed of yourself.

But what this person also said is that Wonder Woman in that film embodies the “Born Beautiful Yesterday” trope, an actual named phenomenon involving female movie characters who are ridiculously naïve while having supermodel looks.

Of course, Wonder Woman embodies no such thing. Honestly. We meet her in the context of her own society, where she is a perfectly intelligent human being, a born leader in type and (we learn) birthright; we follow her to London, an unfamiliar society where her naivete manifests as cooing over a baby, delight at ice cream, and dismay over the clothing options available to her; and then we follow her to the front lines, where she is again a leader, successfully defying the advice of male companions over what is and what is not possible. At what point in that arc is that “born beautiful yesterday?” She is naïve about cultural things, that in no way impact her superhuman level of competence, or alter our understanding that she is an amazing person. She has a learning curve, when it is reasonable for her to have a learning curve.

It is, in fact, the same learning curve demonstrated by that profoundly male character Thor, when he arrives on Earth in his own movie, only more charmingly rendered.

The fact is that Wonder Woman’s initial naivete when arriving in London is quite rightly treated as just one element in a broad spectrum of character traits, one that cannot be mistaken for stupidity except by somebody who’s sitting there with arms crossed hoping to be offended.

It cannot even be argued as a permanent feature of her character, because what we see is a flashback, bookended by scenes of the civilian-guise Diana Prince occupying a position of significant authority in the world’s greatest museum.

And during this, lady, you sat in the theatre with a grumpy look on your face and thought, “A-ha! Born Beautiful Yesterday! I’ve caught you!”

And this is where we arrive at the actual point of this entry.

It’s good to label tropes with phrases like “The Bechdel Test,” and “Manic Pixie Dream Girl,” “Fridging the Girlfriend,” “The White Savior” and so on, because these phrases help define the unexamined assumptions we pass on with our fiction.

It is not good when your level of understanding doesn’t just begin but also stops at the labels, when you are so impressed with a label that you consider it the end of the argument; when “fridging the girlfriend,” for instance, is used to label any action story where any female character dies, for any reason and in any context, and not just those where it happens solely to provide a male character with motivation for a killing spree. It is not good when the use the premise of the Bechdel Test to assault any story that fails to pass, without really examining what any individual story is about and whether the Bechdel Test is at all relevant to it. You do this, you start walling off entire categories of plot twist as politically unacceptable, no matter how they are handled in a story, no matter how any particular moment might be ameliorated in context. Here, you are so impressed by trope label “born beautiful yesterday,” that you eagerly use it to condemn a story where a ridiculously competent woman is naïve about some aspects of a life in a society she’s never visited before, and that is evidence that once the trope was named, you stopped thinking, satisfied in the thinking that had already been done for you. And that is never a good thing. Because that leads to missing everything good and dying angry.

These tropes have been labeled as a guide to thought, not as a substitute for thought.

For God’s sake. Use them to think.

 
 
 

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