After another lengthy, unplanned hiatus, I have returned~~~!
To the millions upon millions of clamoring fans demanding to know what I’ve been doing with myself these last two months, I offer the following:
1. I’ve been spending much of my time working, performing my duties as a Financially Challenged ESL Teacher by teaching my students valuable lessons about life in America, drawing stick figures to illustrate grammatical points, and answering questions like, “What does ‘be’ mean?” “What’s the difference between ‘underway,’ ‘ongoing,’ and ‘in progress?'” and “What is circumcision?”
2. I’ve also been writing, working on Chosen: Book II and going through the usual cycle that accompanies my creative endeavors:
Though in my case, “drinking” generally involves tea rather than pirate rum. Lots and lots of tea.
I may need an intervention of some kind. And a bathroom break.
3. Finally, I’ve been binge-watching Star Trek: The Original Series on Netflix…!
Nerd Confession: Until recently, I’d actually never seen the original series of Star Trek.
I know. I feel so ashamed.
I watched Next Generation, Voyager, most of the movies, and a little DS9 when I was younger, but I never really had the opportunity to watch TOS. I recently discovered it on Netflix, though, and so I’ve been watching it – and, I have to say, I’ve been finding it equal parts entertaining and spectacularly uncomfortable.
And that’s not just because of the (over-)acting. There’s an impressive amount of sexism going on in this show, which of course is understandable given the time when it was made. But some of it’s pretty ridiculous, even by 1960’s standards.
For example, in one episode a space probe probes the ship and is confused when it comes across Uhura. It scans her brain and says, “This unit is defective. Its thinking is chaotic. Absorbing it unsettled me. A mass of conflicting impulses.” Luckily, Spock is on hand to explain that no, no, Uhura isn’t defective, she’s just a woman! And as we all know, bitches be crazy.
Worst of all, there’s an episode where Kirk’s evil doppelganger almost rapes Yeoman Janice Rand, and at the end of the episode (after Rand has apologized to Kirk for some reason (?!)), Spock makes a comment suggesting that Rand had been turned on by the attempted rape. Because, really, who wouldn’t find being assaulted and violated by one’s commanding officer sexy?
Finally, another example of hilarious sexism can be found in the episode Mudd’s Women, in which three women take special pills to look more beautiful so they can convince a bunch of grubby, unpleasant, neanderthal miners to be their husbands. Said husbands-to-be are horrified to discover that when the pills wear off, the women look like…………beautiful women who just happen not to be wearing any make-up.
OH MY GOD IT’S HIDEOUS KILL IT
In any case, despite the random spasms of indignant rage the series is causing in me, I’m still (mostly) enjoying watching it, and will probably continue to do so because:
(a) Kirk’s drama-llama approach to captaining is hilarious.
(b) George Takei is awesome (naturally)
(c) Majel Barrett shows up from time to time as Nurse Chapel, and if I could go back in time and marry any woman from the 1960’s, it would be Majel Freaking Barrett:
I’m beyond disappointed that they didn’t keep her on as the character ‘Number One’ from the pilot episode, but apparently test audiences found her “pushy” and didn’t like that she was trying to “fit in” with the men. – -;
Anyway, I think the show as a whole is a good sign of how far we’ve come, that the kind of stuff that was totally acceptable back then has been mostly done away with by now.
And now I’ll go take my weak, chaotic little female brain into the kitchen and plan for marriage and childbirth, as they are the only things that can give a woman’s life meaning.
Ha, just kidding. I’m actually going to watch another episode of The Golden Girls, do some writing, and daydream about 1960’s Majel Barrett.
What a woman. <3