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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been an avid watcher of Glee since the very beginning, and I have frequently criticized the show for the lazy writing and sporadic moments of character development. But when FOX announced that Madonna would be the focus of a single episode, my hopes were met, even exceeded by what the cast and writers delivered. Then came the advertisements for "Glee goes GAGA." I imagined that the writers would spend boundless efforts on giving the best script for the most popular artist in the world. Madonna inspired Lady Gaga to an unbelievable extent, but there was absolutely no continuing arc from Madonna to Gaga despite the obvious artistic arc in the real world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The writers did not put any thought into the meaning of Lady Gaga's lyrics at all. "Poker Face," for example, does not fit the scene of Rachel and her estranged birth mother in the slightest. Firstly, due to the well-known and publicized fact that "Poker Face" is a very sensual song, something not befitting a mother and daughter. There was nothing sexual at all between the two in earlier scenes--FOX would never allow it--so why introduce the Oedipal(*) concept in the last few minutes? And the Oedipal element is there: in the looks Rachel gives her mother as they sing, the young girl is seducing her mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was, however, pleased with the "Bad Romance" number if only because Kurt (Chris Colfer) has an amazing voice. Colfer is absolutely stunning in this series, and especially in this episode. His intense commitment to the role makes for beautiful and moving television--he represents everything that I love about contemporary television. "Bad Romance" brings together all of Lady Gaga's most brilliant costumes--with the exception of Rachel's beanie baby dress instead of just Kermit the Frogs-- in an effort to get the characters comfortable with themselves through theatricality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To continue, this arrangement and choreography worked because of the trainwreck seen only a few moments before as the female leads spy on a Vocal Adrenaline rehearsal. Frankly, the fact that Vocal Adrenaline was so lackluster is incredibly out of the show's character: this group has been seen as so over-the-top, so impressive, that this rehearsal is just another example of poor attention to canon development. On its own, the number might not be as successful, despite the wonderful close-ups of Quinn (Dianna Agron), Kurt, and Santana (Naya Rivera).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;An aside: Rivera looked absolutely stunning in her Gaga-wear. Santana is by far one of my favorite characters on the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Final aside: This episode was a wonderful showcase of Colfer's talent, if nothing else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;* I would like to point out the Oedipal element occurring between Rachel and her mother, briefly. Rachel, having been raised with two gay fathers, presents a problem for the typical Elektra/Oedipus complex in that she can identify (in the Freudian sense) with neither parent because she sees no resemblance with her own body, there is no differentiation. As a result she places her adoration on people that she &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;identify with: female vocalists. Her aspirations for stardom are a parallel to what she would experience had she experienced a typical Elektra complex. Once her mother turns out to be an extremely talented female vocalist, as she had been wishing for her entire life, her Oedipal identification turns to her biological mother. But more on that in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860547509183564271-8348566891234031819?l=chilombilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since (nearly) infancy, I have been saying that I do not, under any circumstances, want to be a teacher. It is the very reason I did not apply for the Teach for America program with the rest of my ambitious friends. Well, NOW I'm thinking it wouldn't be such a bad gig. Especially if I could be an undergraduate class professor/lecturer and teach basically whatever the hell I want. High school teaching (something I was even more adamantly against) doesn't even sound that bad anymore. I could be that person that would help high school kids love literature again (or, perhaps, for the first time). I remember having an easy time relating it to my other classes, but I also remember seeing people who couldn't make those connections. Maybe that would help them like to read? IDK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan after graduation was always to take a year or two for breathing and possibly traveling, and then applying to law schools on the East Coast and in Canada. But now? Well, now I don't know what the heck I want.... again again again. I am actually very insecure about the level of my analytic writing, even though I consistently do well in all of my classes. I feel like TAs just get so excited to see papers that have actual arguments, that they forget to look at the quality of what I am saying. And I fear that if I were to pursue comparative literature and academia, I would be called out on my lack of talent and insight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fear is something that has plagued me since high school when I realized exactly how badly read I was in comparison to one of my archnemeses. No... we weren't really like that. But I did admire her in that resenting sort of way that I would imagine occurs with archnemeses. I feel like I would have to spend this entire year reading nonstop, going to language classes, and practicing my writing in order to be on the level that I want to be. However, I know that I do not have the discipline to do that in this year of breather that I am planning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't WANT to spend it in academia but not in academia. I want to spend it visiting friends. I want to pay off my credit card debt. I want to go to Electric Daisy Carnival with my friends. I want to visit my family in Chile. I want to experience (relative) freedom: I don't want to plan my life around exams, papers, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law has always interested me as well, but I know that I would also not really like to be a practicing lawyer. I LIKE theory, international law, and abstract concepts that most likely will never be realized. I think the only way I would practice, is if I went to Israel/Palestine and somehow could defend the detainees. The Israel-Palestine apartheid, international humanitarian law, and maritime law are what got me thinking about law school in the first place. I like a lot of things and I am good at most of what I like! Except photography. I am NOT good at photography. But I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have posted about this a couple of times in the past, so thank you for putting up with my endless angsting about scary things like the Future, Academia, and the like. But here I am again: completely confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose either way I'd be able to stay in academia, now, wouldn't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as continuing comp lit, I think what I really need is someone with a PhD or an MA to tell me that my analytical skills and my ideas are good enough for grad school. And with law? I just need to know if that's what I want. Why can't I go to both simultaneously? Fff. As if I could afford that. As if my stress levels wouldn't be high enough with just one of the two. The nice thing about comparative lit, however, is that I could analyze my literature through legal scopes. And I suppose that I could even someday maybe win some money after either law or grad school, go back, and do whichever I didn't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this discussion with my mother a few weeks ago. She tried to cheer me up by telling me that the reason I'm taking time off is to think about things and rest. She reminded me that I hate undergrad, but of course, she couldn't tell me (at all) if grad school was anything like undergrad. So I pose my question to those of you who have gone on to higher higher education: is grad school the same as undergrad which is the same as high school? Was it worth it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I have to make my decisions.... jeeeeezus.  Why can't my mom make all of my decisions for me? Oh right... because then I would have ended up and some semi-private school alongside the beach-- oh wait. Sorry, I'm still bitter about the fact that my parents are too poor to afford NYU (yes, I got in), but too rich to get any financial aid. And I know this one girl who has basically a full ride to UC Irvine, is currently studying abroad in Spain, not because she's super smart, but because she's 'poor.' FF, her mother doesn't even WORK... hell, the woman doesn't even speak English. But, again, I digress.﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860547509183564271-2658807543201716371?l=chilombilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today on CNN, I watched a debate take place regarding the issue of the inevitable influx of Haitian immigration to the US. Can our country support the estimated 200,000 people that may make their way here in need of assistance? Currently, the US has a policy referred to as TPS, or Temporary Protective Services, which allows accepted people to remain in the US for 18 months-- legally. So the debate is: should the US approve more TPS applications from Haitians in need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, yes. As much as I agree with the fact that Americans come first, in this time of need, it is crucial that we accommodate the needs of a small country like Haiti. It is crucial that a large population leaves the country in order for the Haitian government to be able to properly rebuild; the government needs to make sure that citizens are granted a safe haven so that valuable time and resources can rebuild instead of shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that doesn't mean that we should take everyone in. In fact, all proximal countries should be willing to open their borders to the influx and grant similar permits to worthy citizens. I say worthy because it is important that each participating government do the best they can to keep their citizens safe from criminals that may attempt to enter the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti needs to rebuild so much: hospitals, schools, homes, etc; and they also need to take care of the injured as well as the dead. News reports are showing footage of the dead on sidewalks, which is not only disrespectful to the departed (don't misunderstand, i'm not accusing, merely observing), but very hazardous to the healthy as those bodies begin to decompose. Furthermore, desperation is leading to looting and other acts of violence, things that almost always happens after or just prior to the natural disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's always a downside right? That silver lining is weighing the cloud down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure on taxpayers will be enormous. With unemployment at 10%, it's no wonder that everyone should be wary of the influx. But at the very least, we can place them in homes in the same way that Americans reached out to Katrina disaster survivors. As an incentive, the US government should be willing to deduct expenses from taxes. Placement in homes may be the best way to alleviate the immediate crisis, but Americans living in stable homes can alleviate their own troubles by helping their new boarders find menial jobs-- jobs we know that Americans rarely want to take. It is incredibly unlikely that higher position jobs will be available but corporations like McDonalds always have openings in positions. Work is work. Those wages can help pay a small rent, or pay for community education, clothing, etc. Education is by far the best way to help rebuild Haiti from the outside. While the Haitian government rebuilds the inside by building hospitals, schools, etc, we can prepare refugees from the outside. At this point, I definitely sound like I'm preaching the White Man's Burden, but I think this sort of policy should be adopted by all of those proximal countries who open their borders. Let's not forget that Mexico has an excellent education system, and there are families who are well off enough to be able to support an extra person. It will take cooperation from everyone to be able to fix the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. that wasn't nearly as intellectual as I wanted it to be... but it's also not as researched. IT WILL HAVE TO DO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x-posted to LJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860547509183564271-5161265460931368673?l=chilombilite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But almost everything I've read so far just doesn't cut it. I mean... I can't really see those two in anything but a hate!sex situation. It's canon. THEY HATE EACH OTHER. Perhaps something in those 19 years between the end of the war and when they see their children off in the epilogue made them go from hate to indifference, but nothing can make them feel love for each other. I'm certain of that... At least the way that I interpret their dynamic in the books...  And you can't have indifferent sex...Harry's not the type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it bugs me when they're in fluff, or when they're in something resembling a stable relationship, OR even just a "loving" relationship. Harry and Draco just don't like each other. Even when they first met in Madame Malkin's, there was animosity. Draco's a greasy sort, Harry's fucking poor. It's understandable that they wouldn't even get along then. But I do agree that there IS something that made Draco be relatively personable in that store: fear. DUH. He was fucking petrified of starting school sans friends. Can you imagine the ridicule he'd withstand? As a MotherFuckinMalfoy? That would have been a friendship of convenience, just like his "friendships" with Crabbe and Goyle. Those two are idiots who treat him like their lord. Harry would have been the third if he'd gone for that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fairly certain that deep down, both Harry and Draco know that bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's flash-forward to the full-on war in Deathly Hallows. Harry saves Draco, like, what, three times? It's most certainly not because they feel something for each other, 'shippers please stop justifying from that moment, but rather because Harry Potter is moronically afraid of becoming like Voldie or stooping to his level. He's not a murderer, and he admits it in that epic argument with Lupin about Stan Shunpike. He's REALLY not a murderer. Killing Voldie --- shit i forgot how that happened REFRESH MY MEMORY PLEASE -- well that was because DUMBLEDORE told him to. Knowing that Dumblydorr had a dark past, I think, shocked Harry (obviously) but also made him realize that his god is mortal. Death, surprisingly, immortalized Dumbledore for Harry and so, Harry really &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt; that darkness to complete Dumbledore as a person. Naturally, finding out HOW dark of a past inevitably hurts the soul: it's disgustingly hard to find out that your hero was once the opposite of the person you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Dumbledore spares Draco, having been able to kill him easily. And he proved his point ages ago against his former lover, Grindelwald. By trapping Grindelwald in his own dungeons, he assures Harry that murder isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry also wouldn't be able to withstand the trauma of committing murder, his psyche is quite frail as he's proven numerous times throughout the Saga. (Can I just add that HP series actually DESERVES the title "saga" ?) As Voldemort proved many times over through the creation of Horcruxes, murder is very damaging to the soul. Being able to rip his soul into numerous pieces shows a certain strength that Potter simply does not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why Draco lived. Not to mention that Harry sees quite clearly that Draco also has a soul: Malfoy mourns the loss of his cronies as much as Harry would mourn the deaths of his own friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't beget love. It creates a bond between two individuals that most certainly cannot be broken, but remember: love can break. Perhaps this bond has the potential to become "love," but it is not cause and effect. Draco is most likely conflicted about this connection in the same way that Harry is. Neither one can honestly believe that they have saved each other, and it's extremely difficult for their minds to wrap around. They hate each other, but they're indebted to each other: they owe their very own lives. That's not love either. That's confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that that confusion would suffocate them if they were to mistake the bond they share for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've seen one good hate!sex and the rest all preach love and happiness between the two. I'll read it for now, because the authors' styles are engaging and entertaining, but I'm slowly getting very sick of seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright with people disagreeing, I think. 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