My class is a bunch of crazies.
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charloweenToday I did my Star Trek pop culture presentation in the summer course that's proving to be an endurance test.
Imagine, then, the fun that is explaining fandom and slash fic to an audience who: in week one, was reminded that characters in the Old Testament couldn't be expected to follow the Commandments because because characters in one part of the text wouldn't be expected to be aware of other parts of the same text; and in week two, made some comment about how beavers have hooves. I made an conscious decision to tune out after more than half the class defended the guy who argued that all parts of Canada are multiethnic, diverse and accepting of diversity. (Obviously they've never been an hour outside of Toronto.) And today, we were talking about existentialism, and another guy asked about "That Satire guy. John something Satire that you just mentioned." (Prof'd mentioned Sartre's name about seven times by that point.)
As you can well imagine, a kind of delerious freedom descends when I'm faced with that kind of audience. Talk about Star Trek? Sure. But I'm going to spend most of the time showing slashy fanart and generally fucking with the class's small, small minds. (I didn't even mention the porn.) Take that, beaver hooves.
I ended up having to disabuse the prof of the notion that fandom is made up entirely of teenagers. She then challenged me with the assertation that fandom itself was created by studios as a marketing ploy and that there are only about a thousand people in all of fandom, because no one has that much free time to write fic.
Sigh.
Imagine, then, the fun that is explaining fandom and slash fic to an audience who: in week one, was reminded that characters in the Old Testament couldn't be expected to follow the Commandments because because characters in one part of the text wouldn't be expected to be aware of other parts of the same text; and in week two, made some comment about how beavers have hooves. I made an conscious decision to tune out after more than half the class defended the guy who argued that all parts of Canada are multiethnic, diverse and accepting of diversity. (Obviously they've never been an hour outside of Toronto.) And today, we were talking about existentialism, and another guy asked about "That Satire guy. John something Satire that you just mentioned." (Prof'd mentioned Sartre's name about seven times by that point.)
As you can well imagine, a kind of delerious freedom descends when I'm faced with that kind of audience. Talk about Star Trek? Sure. But I'm going to spend most of the time showing slashy fanart and generally fucking with the class's small, small minds. (I didn't even mention the porn.) Take that, beaver hooves.
I ended up having to disabuse the prof of the notion that fandom is made up entirely of teenagers. She then challenged me with the assertation that fandom itself was created by studios as a marketing ploy and that there are only about a thousand people in all of fandom, because no one has that much free time to write fic.
Sigh.
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Date: 2007-06-12 02:37 am (UTC)...no, seriously, o.0
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Date: 2007-06-13 01:21 am (UTC)