A Matter of Taste

So, I finished "Lie to Me" a couple of days ago and am now well into my next Korean tv show (Boys Over Flowers). Considering that most of these shows I've watched are pretty poorly written and over dramatic, I've had to ask myself if it's worth spending my time watching them. I mean, there are so many amazing things to watch, and some would argue more worth my time. I've especially felt this pressure in preparing for grad school. I feel like I'm supposed to watch all of these acclaimed movies and tv shows and be snobbish towards all "lesser" forms of entertainment because I'm a scholar of film.

I came across a blog about "Lie to Me," and they ended their commentary on the series with this:

"Always stay true to yourself, and your tastes in entertainment. Good or bad, acknowledge what works and what doesn’t, but ultimately find validation and meaning in things that make you happy. Lie to Me made me crazily happy for pretty much 8 straight weeks, and for that, I bid a fond farewell to the big drama that everyone expected so much of, which turned out to be just a little drama that brought joy and love to a slice of viewers the world over." (http://koalasplayground.com/2011/06/28/lie-to-me-episode-16-recap/)

And that about sums it up. Find validation and meaning in the things that make you happy, and don't worry what other people think about what you like. If it means something to you, then that's enough.

A New Career

I've decided what I want to be when I grow up - a professional fanatic! People could pay me to be a fan of their show, and I could tell everyone I know about it and host viewing parties and make everyone else fall in love with it. I figure that I already naturally do this, so why not make money at it? Right? Of course, I would pick my clients. I would be happy to sign up with Captain America and Shahrukh Khan and South Korean tv. They would totally benefit from it too, especially the two latter. I have already shared the joy of Shahrukh Khan pretty effectively. I just think I should maybe be paid for my work. Maybe I should just be an entertainment journalist instead - they're kind of professional fans.

It's happening...

...I can feel it in my bones...its coming...

A NEW MOVIE PHASE!!!

Every summer I seem to find a new obsession of the movie variety, and though this one is later into the summer than most that does not lessen the powerful, overwhelming appetite I have for this particular cinematic experience. Two summers ago it was 80s movies, last summer it was Bollywood, and this summer?

SOUTH KOREAN TELEVISION!!!

I love it. I just love it. I can't get enough. I stumbled onto it via Netflix (bless you, Netflix overlords!) and I'm adding tv shows to my queue like a fat kid adds candy to his mom's shopping cart. And I'm devouring them as quickly too. I mean, as quickly as a girl who works full time and wants some semblance of a social life can. In the past couple of days I've watched 10 episodes of a show called "Lie to Me" (not at all related to the American show of the same name) from 2011. It's 16 episodes of pure, unadulterated, cliched, joyous romantic farce with a heavy dose of actual grounding in reality. Farce and reality combined? How is such a paradox resolved? It seems like a beautiful trait of all Asian cinema. The characters are real enough that you connect with them, though almost everything that happens to them happens in every romcom/action movie/movie in general EVER and is classically over dramatic (not quite Bollywood dramatic, but close). But, as we learn from Hollywood, it doesn't matter how many times we've heard the story - the execution is where it's at, and this show delivers! The first few episodes were, quite frankly, awful. But I think it's finally settled into a rhythm that feels more natural and real - or my standards have dropped, one or the other.

I have been sucked in to South Korea, not to return until I have exhausted every available resource on Netflix and the interwebs available to me. Feel free to come along - its a wonderful ride!

My Confusion Over Butt Cracks

I'm not confused by butt cracks themselves, but rather how a person can go for an extended and very public period of time not knowing their butt crack is showing. I've seen more cracks in the last couple of days than I care to count. How can you not know your crack is showing? Does that sudden breeze on a part of your body that is normally covered not alert you to the fact that it is out there for everyone to see? Do you want people to see it? I think that's the only excuse. You must want people to see it. And that's weird. So stop. Wear an extra shirt, hike up your shorts - spare the rest of us from becoming more familiar with you than we care to. Please and thank you.