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My butt hurts, you guys. I burnt it pretty bad at the pool, layin on my tummy in the sun, makin drawrings. It is painful to sit on it, which makes me grumpy. I'm also ovulatory. This could be the part of the story where I become a villain.
I have been thinking alot about villains, and what makes them. I like narratives that show the transformation of an antagonist. Kids made fun of him too much. She was too pretty, too ugly, or her sister was too pretty. He was too rich or poor, got double crossed, spoiled, neglected, greedy, abused, heart-broken, saw too many people get shot all the time. He must stop Christmas from coming. He must make a skin coat out of other women's flesh. He struck oil. He is a cyborg.
Sometimes debauchery is a family business. Sometimes it is just a bad day or couple of weeks that create the public enemy. A string of catastrophes push him over the edge. A surgery went wrong. It was all a big mistake and too late to turn back now.
What's remarkable is that every catalyst for villainy can in turn be the cause for heroism, so that a reliable recipe for depravity (or nobility) is immeasurable.
My friend Brian was hit and run while on his bicycle in a well-to-do neighborhood. The collision broke his leg and knocked him unconscious into the nearby bushes. More than likely, because he had sleeve tattoos and looked what some might call intimidating or mean, the lady in the expensive restaurant told him to leave when he limped through the door to ask for help. You would think that people from such a respectable part of town would be more kind. And it also goes to show that Brian, as villainous as some may find him to appear is one of the most loyal, honest and sweet persons I know. But after all this shit I could see him waking up from the surgery today and being a total villain, or at least I want to for him.
On the days where everything hurts my feelings, when I'm ovulating and everyone cuts me off in traffic, complete strangers give me the stink eye and birds are merrily crapping all over my car I think of turning into a villain late in the night, developing a strange and wicked idiosyncrasy or facial tick, maybe buying a hairless dog, or a hairy dog and shaving it until I get the money for an evil hairless one and then abandoning the hairy dog like the wild heartless barbarian I have become.
Gosh my ass really stings and not for the reasons I would prefer it to. And still I rise above, but I don't exactly know why, other than I've been taught all my life that it's what "strong" people do, which are "things" the "hard way," which is not necessarily eating fried chicken with a spoon, or driving with your feet.
It's something to be proud of, the guts to be gentle and kind, like Moz says. The resolve to overcome villains without turning bad gives one a sense of satisfaction that is not unlike the sense of satisfaction a villain gets when he steals your car radio. But you can't cash pride in at the pawn shop or rub it on yr charred ass.
Why don't bad guys have to overcome heroism all the time, or constantly fight the urge to be a hero? Is it because more often, desolation is abundant, which fuels disdain? Good people though, are often tempted to throw away their badges. They are always getting scammed and shot at and metaphorically buried alive and their metaphoric girlfriends metaphorically killt. I don't know. I have had alot of coffee. And now I need to stand up for a while. Maybe we can't all join the Cobra Kai because that would just be boring.
I have been thinking alot about villains, and what makes them. I like narratives that show the transformation of an antagonist. Kids made fun of him too much. She was too pretty, too ugly, or her sister was too pretty. He was too rich or poor, got double crossed, spoiled, neglected, greedy, abused, heart-broken, saw too many people get shot all the time. He must stop Christmas from coming. He must make a skin coat out of other women's flesh. He struck oil. He is a cyborg.
Sometimes debauchery is a family business. Sometimes it is just a bad day or couple of weeks that create the public enemy. A string of catastrophes push him over the edge. A surgery went wrong. It was all a big mistake and too late to turn back now.
What's remarkable is that every catalyst for villainy can in turn be the cause for heroism, so that a reliable recipe for depravity (or nobility) is immeasurable.
My friend Brian was hit and run while on his bicycle in a well-to-do neighborhood. The collision broke his leg and knocked him unconscious into the nearby bushes. More than likely, because he had sleeve tattoos and looked what some might call intimidating or mean, the lady in the expensive restaurant told him to leave when he limped through the door to ask for help. You would think that people from such a respectable part of town would be more kind. And it also goes to show that Brian, as villainous as some may find him to appear is one of the most loyal, honest and sweet persons I know. But after all this shit I could see him waking up from the surgery today and being a total villain, or at least I want to for him.
On the days where everything hurts my feelings, when I'm ovulating and everyone cuts me off in traffic, complete strangers give me the stink eye and birds are merrily crapping all over my car I think of turning into a villain late in the night, developing a strange and wicked idiosyncrasy or facial tick, maybe buying a hairless dog, or a hairy dog and shaving it until I get the money for an evil hairless one and then abandoning the hairy dog like the wild heartless barbarian I have become.
Gosh my ass really stings and not for the reasons I would prefer it to. And still I rise above, but I don't exactly know why, other than I've been taught all my life that it's what "strong" people do, which are "things" the "hard way," which is not necessarily eating fried chicken with a spoon, or driving with your feet.
It's something to be proud of, the guts to be gentle and kind, like Moz says. The resolve to overcome villains without turning bad gives one a sense of satisfaction that is not unlike the sense of satisfaction a villain gets when he steals your car radio. But you can't cash pride in at the pawn shop or rub it on yr charred ass.
Why don't bad guys have to overcome heroism all the time, or constantly fight the urge to be a hero? Is it because more often, desolation is abundant, which fuels disdain? Good people though, are often tempted to throw away their badges. They are always getting scammed and shot at and metaphorically buried alive and their metaphoric girlfriends metaphorically killt. I don't know. I have had alot of coffee. And now I need to stand up for a while. Maybe we can't all join the Cobra Kai because that would just be boring.
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-09 03:18 pm (UTC)i hope my ass doesn't peel :(
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:33 pm (UTC)It's hard to be a villain I think, no? I think it's easier to be the hero. The hero has support and the villain can't trust nobody. Then again the hero can't trust nobody neither ;). I'd think it'd be harder to go around thinking of ways to hurt people though...
That's awful about your friend.
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:39 pm (UTC)you think it's hard to be a villain because your heart is just a big sweet piece of chocolate cake.
it is awful about my friend. i will be visiting him soon, and fantasizing over ways to ruin that evil restaurant.
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Date: 2009-06-09 04:25 pm (UTC)for example, in the situation described above, it seems like a lot more trouble to KICK A DUDE OUT vs. just letting him borrow the phone for a hot second to call for help? i mean, right there, the bare minimum decent thing takes about 100x less effort than pulling the douchebag maneuver.
Re: or maybe too sympathetic? ;)
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:48 pm (UTC)the whole story moves me and tempts me in Robin Hood type ways.
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Date: 2009-06-09 04:02 pm (UTC)There are good seeds and bad in all parts, all towns, all social classes.
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-09 03:49 pm (UTC)and people keep telling me about it!
it's pretty silly i haven't because i used to have the most ridiculous crush on NPHarris.
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Date: 2009-06-09 04:00 pm (UTC)I mean, the emperor didn't exactly see it comin', up until Darth Vader was holding him over his head, yo.
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Date: 2009-06-09 04:12 pm (UTC)like Andy Garcia in HERO?
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Date: 2009-06-09 04:37 pm (UTC)Hope you feel better soon, Stacie.
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Date: 2009-06-09 04:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-09 06:17 pm (UTC)Ouch!! Oh man, are you putting Aloe Vera on your butt? We have a whole mess of it growing near our front porch-- if you lived nearby, I'd walk you over some. :) I wish I had the confidence to wear a bathing suit and lay on my stomach for the whole world to see my sorry butt. I would join the Cobra Kai with you any day.
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Date: 2009-06-09 06:35 pm (UTC)and Chelsey WHEN are you gonna appreciate yr ass like I DO?
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From:arms raised in a v, & the dead lay in pools of maroon below
Date: 2009-06-09 06:21 pm (UTC)"Yes, Mr President. Every intelligence we've gathered shows that she has both the capability, and the resolve. Absolutely no regard for collateral damage."
"I see. My god, what happened to her? What does it take to make someone so savage, so ruthless?"
"I heard she got her butt sunburned. Real bad."
"Oh... shit. Send in the Marines."
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The book Queen of Angels makes the (convincing) argument that the trigger for self-awareness is identical with a sense of injustice. We are wronged from the womb to the tomb, and the difference between a villain and a hero is whether you want to make everyone else pay for what's been done to you, or if you try to heal other people's wrongs along with your own.
p.s. ~ yr tags are lines from all my favrit songs. that's whi luuuv you, darlin'
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Date: 2009-06-09 06:39 pm (UTC)cacti and lotus.
and i luv you because you make-a-me laff and laff
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Date: 2009-06-09 06:57 pm (UTC)COINCIDENCE?!?!?!?
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Date: 2009-06-09 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-09 07:08 pm (UTC)the monster application process is very long and arduous tho.
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Date: 2009-06-09 10:52 pm (UTC)i don't think you can do it, j. yr a beeg teddy bear.
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Date: 2009-06-09 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-09 10:53 pm (UTC)wwhd
--mza.
obama, well you came and you gave without takin....
Date: 2009-06-09 11:15 pm (UTC)hey i just ate
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Date: 2009-06-10 12:27 am (UTC)You could never be one of those my darling.
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Date: 2009-06-10 01:08 am (UTC)i would make the most pitiful villain.
OMG blatant
Date: 2009-06-10 07:14 am (UTC)he delivers
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