Month: October 2016

i saw batman: the movie at the toledo library last week

Just when this election drags me further into the dumps a beacon of hope and fizzly elevation entered my life in the form of all things a campy children’s superhero film from the 60s. I have faint memories of the hokey Batman show back the late 80s/early 90s via reruns of the show back when network television aired such things (ah the glory years of watching TV on an 8 inch b&w television in a bedroom I shared with my older brother) but honestly couldn’t recall much about it. I knew I liked it as a child–such were the simple things that pleased my 4-year-old self–but didn’t have any actual impressions of it to remember. But it wasn’t until this 25 year later rewatch, now filtered thru the eyes of a cynical 30-year-old, that I really grasped how absolutely tongue in cheek and straight up comedic the film was. Perhaps a decade of watching the general public begin to treat superhero films so seriously  had jaded my appreciation for just how silly comics can be …

My Thoughts on Donald Trump and Devin Faraci

If you haven’t heard, you’ve been living under a rock. A hot mic recording of Trump bragging about grabbing a woman’s vagina was released last week to expected shock and furor. Then, in an ironic twist, Devin Faraci, notable film critic for Birth.Movies.Death and who was definitely considered an ally to the feminist movement, was accused of doing the same thing in a tweet from a woman he once associated with. I won’t quote the tweet but will tell you it ain’t hard to find on Google. When news hit of Faraci’s behavior, my narcissistic first reaction was 1) glad i’m not in the public eye and 2) good thing i’ve never done something like that. And yet the more i thought about it, maybe i had. As I keep hearing athletes say “not in my locker room” or suddenly become perfect beacons of good, I realized now is the time that men start having honest and frank discussions about this issue. This is why I write this. 1. I had just turned twenty and …

A Plea to Young Men

Originally posted on Flawed Masterpieces:
Change is hard. It’s really fucking hard. It’s hard enough to change one’s self. It can be near impossible to change another person. I considered this when planning this essay. And I’ve decided that I’ll never be able to change the minds of those who will refuse to read this in the first place. No, the only way I can reach out to them is by expressing my thoughts and sharing my own shortcomings as a young man–flaws I still struggle with today. I want other young men to relate. Keep that in mind if this blog post isn’t aimed at you. Let me just spit it out before I go any further. I hate the word “feminist”. Not because of what it stands for, but because of the reactions it generates in many men and to a certain extent many women. I have a sneaky feeling part of this issue is that the term stems from the word “feminine”, which might as well be a pejorative to most American men. While…

The Kanye Syndrome

It’s 2010 and I’m a senior at The University of Toledo majoring in education with a focus on English literature. I’m a white male in my early 20s, the poster child of American privilege, too blind and head strong not to escape the tunnel vision of all this entails. I sit across from a white woman at a posh restaurant that I can’t afford, but am willing to charge to my credit in order to impress her. I even drove my father’s car, pretending it was mine, too ashamed to confess I’ve been getting around by taking the bus for over a year. It shames me to admit I can’t recall her name But I do remember her hair: jetblack, possibly dyed. Shining like silk and down to her waist. She tells me she’s a business major at the community college. She works two jobs, one as a cashier and the other at the ticket booth for the Walleye’s, our town’s amateur hockey team. None of this is thrilling, but I do my best to …