I really hate the false “fact” posts about, say, the Rugrats babies all being hallucinations of their mourning parents or the Winnie-the-Pooh characters being intentional representations of clinical disorders. Just because someone CAN argue that doesn’t mean it’s what the authors actually intended (and yes, this is the difference between when I argue that Cinna/Finnick CAN be seen in canon, versus the Seam being culturally/ethnically/racially non-white in Panem BEING canon). The Winnie-the-Pooh characters COULD be seen as representations of clinical disorders, but it wasn’t what A.A. Milne intended and that’s clear through what’s actually on the page. The Rugrats-are-dead theory holds about as much weight as the Paul-is-dead conspiracy, though, so that one can just fuck off.
I wish I could think in smaller scope for fics. Like, “oh, wouldn’t it be cute if ___ and ____ made some kissyface? That’d be a good fic.”
I’M ALWAYS LIKE,
"BUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF ______ ON THEIR LIVES WOULD BE SO FAR-REACHING! THE KISSYFACE MUST WAIT 20K UNTIL I ESTABLISH THIS ALTERNATE WORLD-BUILDING!”
Self, it is just fanfic. Shut up.
(At brunch, talking about welfare inequality vis-a-vis distribution to single-parent families caused by institutional oppression in social hierarchies predicated by racial profiling in arrest and conviction — )
MY FRIEND: I have no idea how you can say the smart things you say while wearing a bright pink wristband with One Direction’s faces on it. I really don’t.
Sometimes, I feel like I should have separate blogs for my academic thoughts/social justice posts/Hunger Games and then my Everything Else.
But I’M a mix of all the things I love and care about, so… for now, my blog will remain one, too.
But don’t message me about how ~you thought I was better than [fandom]~ or that “sorry but you’re more militant/political/feminist/boring/overthinking than i like to follow! x bye!”
I don’t really care. I’m me and I DO care about things that are both very immediately culturally valuable and things that take thought and analysis to find cultural value in, and sometimes, I just like things because it’s pretty/funny/tasty. And sometimes, I like something and still see the major problematic issues with it and I will point them out, no matter who’s going to read the post.
Okay, not going to post the rude anon message because it doesn’t deserve to be seen, but here’s my diplomatic answer:
So please don’t tell me that my CinnaFeelings are based on the “only Cinna” I write. There is no only Cinna that I write. Cinna is everyone in Panem, which means that Cinna is, essentially, everyone in our world. Cinna is you. Cinna is me. Cinna is Katniss and Cinna is Peeta and Cinna is Gale. Cinna is the 99%. The reason I have CinnaFeelings is that Cinna can be anything, as long as Cinna is strong and smart and caring and kind and manipulative and morally ambiguous and determined and big-hearted and brave and ambitious.
But skin color?
Those things don’t matter at all when it comes to Cinna, or why he’s my favorite person in the universe of The Hunger Games.
No, I don’t like the casting, but that is because of the reflection of a whitewashed Katniss and how it changes their entire relationship’s trope, because Cinna is demoted to a Magical Native Helper instead of what he is: a visionary intellectual humanist, who is the only person in Katniss’ life who has ever given her a choice.
What Cinna “is” is neither gay nor straight nor asexual; it’s neither white nor black nor Latino nor mixed-race. What Cinna is… is the man who set Panem on fire and turned the Mockingjay to flight.