An heretic, an arch one

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I forgot that Dreamwidth NOTIFIES people when you unsubscribe or remove access, and now I feel REALLY BAD because I went through and unsubscribed/withdrew access from LOTS of people that I used to follow when we were all here. IT'S NOT PERSONAL, I just FORGOT WHO YOU ALL WERE, and I felt too overwhelmed to go back through and check everything.

So if by chance you are seeing this, and you are one of the aforementioned people, and you remember who I am, please tell me who you are and we can reconnect!

I'm here, but I can't honestly imagine fandom moving back here as long as there's no reblogging. Content sharing trumps content generation, and LJ-based platforms feel more siloed as a result. We'll see what happens, I guess.

I've spent so much time hating Tumblr as a necessary evil, emphasis on the evil, that I forget what I do like about it. And the ease of sharing fandom content is one thing that is great.

We start with Hathaway rowing and listening to some rubbish motivational podcast about quitting smoking ("You are better than smokers because you quit! They are pathetic! You are a Nietzschean Übermensch! Also, those weakling smokers reek, their fingers reek, their clothes reek, and basically they are terrible people!" This is only slightly paraphrased).

Mrs Elton from the Gwyneth Paltrow Emma is packing things away in a huge, beautiful office. She has a picture of herself being hauled away by the police, and thus we are to understand that she is one of those Scary Second-Wave Feminists who probably burned all her bras.

Mrs Elton -- whose name is Professor Diana Ellerby -- goes to an all-lady party. "This reminds me of the Shrewsbury Gaudy in Gaudy Night!" I think. Later, when Hathaway actually calls it a gaudy and confirms that Lady Matilda's College is Oxford's last all-women's college, I hope wildly that the show is going to converse intelligently with Gaudy Night (which, I might as well confess, is what I usually name when asked for my single favorite novel of all time -- it certainly had an indelibly deep impact on my teenage mind). The novel has so much to say about feminism and vocation and love; it's a classic of the detective genre; and it's set in Oxford (and is, in fact, a lionized tribute to Oxford's dreaming spires and the "life of the mind" they embody).

I should have known better.

( Spoilers and rage )

Ugh, Lewis, I had hoped for better.