in with the new
Today is the last day of January.
The year is 2018, and the 19 other tabs open on google chrome right now are related to my dissertation. I'm in the process of conjuring this piece of work from scraps of meditation, reflection upon my last 4 years as a student. Beyond my window, snow has intermittently fallen in rushed flurries- though now, the sepia light of a weak January sun is painting the world mauve.
I'm in bed and surrounded by books about comedy and feminism. That's my dissetation, see? The Funny Feminine. I've been toying with the idea of smooshing the two words together, but Funnymine still sounds like Funny Men. And that's the antithesis of the project.
My entire life, I've been given allusions to being funny. "Goofy"; "queen of the one-liners"; "weird". I've found solace in speaking to large groups of people because I can talk at a million miles an hour and leave their minds ticking, cogs in a clock turning into place before they even realise I said something funny.
Here's something that bothers me: the comedy fiction I read growing up, bar Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, was pretty much exclusively written by men and geared towards the ostensibly genderless recipient of humour. Yes, in a world after Bridesmaids there has been a rise in female-borne comedy but the imbalance remains.
It's unsurprising this has turned into a discussion of my dissertation- every conversation I have at the moment becomes the same. It's like I'm pregnant, or planning a wedding. Or became vegan. Or was dim enough to vote for Brexit. What I'm saying is, the subject of how femininity interacts with comedy will continue to seep into my writing, as it will continue to seep into my every waking moment.
But this blog is about more than just my dissertation. It's also about my Arts Criticism course: a place to write reviews whilst I grapple with finding my critical voice (the one in my head sounds too much like my mother). I will thusly review everything. Shower gel. Books. My new thermal coffee cup. Places to eat. Experiences. This blog post (could do with direction).
as lived by Lucy is a platform on which my writing about the every day can be discussed and presented, because the only stipulation of quality beyond the ones I impose on myself, is that, to be authentic to this forum, the subject must've been lived by Lucy.
Buckle up honey. It's going to be a fun ride.
The year is 2018, and the 19 other tabs open on google chrome right now are related to my dissertation. I'm in the process of conjuring this piece of work from scraps of meditation, reflection upon my last 4 years as a student. Beyond my window, snow has intermittently fallen in rushed flurries- though now, the sepia light of a weak January sun is painting the world mauve.
I'm in bed and surrounded by books about comedy and feminism. That's my dissetation, see? The Funny Feminine. I've been toying with the idea of smooshing the two words together, but Funnymine still sounds like Funny Men. And that's the antithesis of the project.
My entire life, I've been given allusions to being funny. "Goofy"; "queen of the one-liners"; "weird". I've found solace in speaking to large groups of people because I can talk at a million miles an hour and leave their minds ticking, cogs in a clock turning into place before they even realise I said something funny.
Here's something that bothers me: the comedy fiction I read growing up, bar Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, was pretty much exclusively written by men and geared towards the ostensibly genderless recipient of humour. Yes, in a world after Bridesmaids there has been a rise in female-borne comedy but the imbalance remains.
It's unsurprising this has turned into a discussion of my dissertation- every conversation I have at the moment becomes the same. It's like I'm pregnant, or planning a wedding. Or became vegan. Or was dim enough to vote for Brexit. What I'm saying is, the subject of how femininity interacts with comedy will continue to seep into my writing, as it will continue to seep into my every waking moment.
But this blog is about more than just my dissertation. It's also about my Arts Criticism course: a place to write reviews whilst I grapple with finding my critical voice (the one in my head sounds too much like my mother). I will thusly review everything. Shower gel. Books. My new thermal coffee cup. Places to eat. Experiences. This blog post (could do with direction).
as lived by Lucy is a platform on which my writing about the every day can be discussed and presented, because the only stipulation of quality beyond the ones I impose on myself, is that, to be authentic to this forum, the subject must've been lived by Lucy.
Buckle up honey. It's going to be a fun ride.
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