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文章作者: Dorothy Danbury
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文章作者: Dorothy Danbury
I’ve always adored the concept of finding love at the end of the world. Seeing characters that, even in the most catastrophic of circumstances, choose to love and be loved in return. Maybe, it's because love often feels like a cataclysmic event, dangerous and deadly. The world surrounding these characters reflects the turbulence of choosing to be vulnerable and allowing yourself to love.
From an early age, I was practically spoon-fed puppets. I was introduced to shows like Fraggle Rock and ALF, even though the puppets within them often gave me nightmares. I would walk into a Barnes and Noble and stare at the trees of hand puppets with awe, wondering how such limp pieces of fabric can come to life with a skilled hand. And of course, my father made sure I was well-acquainted with The Muppets, making sure I knew to laugh at every punch line and “waka waka” from Fozzie Bear and had every single lyric to the songs in A Muppets Christmas Carol memorized.
文章作者: Dorothy Danbury
Artículo escrito por: Dorothy Danbury
Tuesday, November 15th, 10 am. Around the country, people logged onto their computers, preparing themselves for battle. With folklore cardigans around their shoulders like armor and a Midnights vinyl on the record player as a war cry, millions logged onto Ticketmaster.com to undergo the most challenging part of their journey as Swifties: buying concert tickets.
The internet is typically a barren wasteland of morality, with racist, antisemitic, and misogynistic rabbit holes laying dormant at every other swipe. It is a veritable Wild West of content, with creators having dramatic, gun-slinging showdowns at high noon that end in death or worse, cancellation. It’s not a relaxing, calm place to visit.
Traditionally, fat and plus-sized characters are the butt of the joke. They’re portrayed as lazy, bumbling, and foolish, fitting in with the negative stereotypes of fat people that are so prevalent in our society. They’re rarely seen as adept fighters, and, if they’re even allowed on the battlefield and not pinned to moral support, they’re made to be tanks, mowing down rows and rows of enemies with their sheer size. They aren’t allowed to be skilled or agile fighters. Their fatness demotes them to being nothing but a “strongman” and serving comic relief.
Senior year: the height of any teen coming-of-age story worth its snuff. I came into this year with high expectations, inflated by decades of high school media being shoved down my throat, promises from older friends and family members assuring me that “it’s the most fun of my life,” and hope that I might have a “normal school year” for once.