“I was surprised at the demographic that the show was reaching. A significant portion was young, smart, well-read women; they really responded to this show and I typically relate to young, bright ladies [laughs]. It was nice to see how enthusiastic and passionate they were. And, also, happy in the face of the dark material. They found joy and hope in something that is arguably quite bleak. I found that really rewarding and as somebody who is a fan of many things myself, I appreciate and relate to being enthusiastic about a show you love. I think it’s wonderful.”—
Being called smart and well-read by the creator of a show I love is frankly shocking. Isn’t that sad? Not being talked down to, not implying the ‘female fans’ need a bit of shirtlesses to keep us watching (wink wink). But recognizing we are there FOR the incredible storytelling and the depth of character, the horror of it all…. not DESPITE it. It shouldn’t be so amazing. Yet sadly it is.
The irony that this comes from the creator of Hannibal, which has a fandom that could be seen as the most ridiculous, silly, outlandish and irreverent as any fandom I’ve ever encountered? Frankly, that’s the best part of all this.
I missed this article before Halloween, but still. Anything Hocus Pocus deserves to get posted.
Also, OH MY GOD, IT’S 20 YEARS OLD? This PAINS me. Why? Because I SAW IT IN THE THEATRE. My friend Melissa’s dad dropped us off at the Carmike 8 in Tullahoma, TN, and we watched a double feature of Hocus Pocus and So I Married an Axe Murderer.
Your assignment for tonight is to locate, identify to tumblr, and (almost certainly) dispose of (in an environmentally safe fashion, of course) (if there is, indeed, an environmentally safe fashion) the oldest food item in your kitchen cabinets.
Hmm, does eating it for dinner count? If so, hubs scarfed the vegan stew from two weeks ago before I could stop him.
I feel like if you asked Moffat to describe Clara he’d be all: oh she’s funny and witty and sexy and actiony and flirty and did I mention pretty??? oh and she loves the Doctor oh and she’s impossible, and she’s bossy and did I mention the dads will love her? did I mention…
Anything in your closet, no matter how fancy is co-owned by me, your best friend. I can borrow it for as long as I want. One stipulation to my borrowing your clothes is that you have to have worn the item at least once before I…
“One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.”—