A Different Tune
Listening to different renditions of those soundtracks from long ago. Those that played in the background during those tense and unforgettable moments during your favorite shows. You didn’t quite notice them at the time, sometimes you mentally scoffed and shoo-ed them away knowing something heart-wrenching would happen. But even so, you watched on, you got attached, and while the soundtrack didn’t play a key piece in your attachment to those characters at the time. It is now when you listen to them, when you hear them without even knowing what they are, that your heart aches in reflexive response and your brain is saddened with a cloud of unanswered regret and sorrow. It is now that you franticly clench to the little bit of knowledge you hold of the tune, and hum, write, and memorize it until you are close to the nearest search engine or the nearest friend who knows it all. It is only after you reach them, after you double check three times to make sure. After you slump down in disbelief, after all the broken emotions have settled in. That is when you remember your fandom, when you remember that inner child and that inner you. When you begin to feel all that you felt in those key moments anew.
So you slump back, and listen. You drink it all in. And instead of fighting the emotion you let it flow through you, acceptance, discard the denial. That series was long gone, you finished and delt with it long ago, and as it did a little piece of you went with it. But so you believed, until this one piece of music surfaced. Until that unmentionable tune, which you cast out of your mind for so long made its way back to you. And so you realize, that its true, that story is over, its characters done and spent, but they still flow through you, like the music in the background. They help shape the new stories you follow, and help you think twice on who you choose as your friends. The story is not really over, it has just changed perspective.
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When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar,” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. “My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.”
It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions? How often had I sped past them as I learned of male achievement and men’s place in the history books? Then I read Rosalind Miles’s book “The Women’s History of the World” (recently republished as “Who Cooked the Last Supper?”) and I knew I needed to look again. History is full of fabulous females who have been systematically ignored, forgotten or simply written out of the records. They’re not all saints, they’re not all geniuses, but they do deserve remembering.
Something I see a lot in feminist circles surrounding video games is that damsels in distress are still a thing and people are angry about it. And I won’t lie— I hate seeing the old-fashioned, shitty damsel-in-distress trope too. Just as much as I hate seeing women getting…
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Great offers at the bank on account of good credit. First student to be offered such a thing. Today the sun definetly shines brightly.