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As usual, I have finally gotten to that bit of pop culture that everyone else got to ages ago and is probably totally over. This time, it’s Orphan Black . I watched the entire first season in about three days because it’s absolutely captivating and addictive, and the damn good writers end every episode with a true cliffhanger.

Discussions of great acting and cool storytelling aside, there are two things about the show that have especially made me think.

One is race and the zeitgeist of white tears, white feelings, and whites being all, “I’m not racist; I have a Mexican friend.” The other is race and stories more broadly.

First: Allison. Nothing made me more excited than when they revealed her kids to be black, or mixed black and something*. Then they showed her husband, Donnie, and I was like, hmmm. I didn’t know whether to be sad that she didn’t have a black husband or excited that adoption was such a non-issue that all they needed to do was show her kids and then once have her ask offhand if Sarah’s daughter was adopted, too. I was a little like, “omg because adoption is THAT normal? Awesome!” and then it turned out that it’s because clones are supposed to be sterile. But still. It’s never been brought up again, because it’s more important that Allison is a soccer mom harboring a serious substance abuse addiction but who loves her kids because they’re her kids, period.

Then you get the episode where Victor accosts her, thinking she’s Sarah. So Allison calls Sarah and tries to describe whom she just encountered. Continue reading →

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Becca Moody

The other day, I logged into Netflix and saw that one of my favorite television shows, Californication , was back on – in its completion. Given that I do not have premium cable (seeing as how I only bought a TV for the first time a year ago), I had been a few seasons behind, so I promptly spent an entire weekend watching seasons six and seven.

I will be honest and say that I watch that series primarily because it’s more Mulder for when I don’t feel like watching The X-Files (that is a rare occasion, because The X-Files is always excellent). But the second reason I watch it is because I love how Showtime does adolescence. If HBO is the network of gratuitous breasts and vajay (can we discuss sometime the illogic of totally naked girls, mostly clothed men, and the impossible quickness during which Game of Thrones characters go from having sex to not having sex and vice versa?), Showtime is the network of teenagers who both seem like real people and who are also impossibly cooler than teenagers on anything else. And cooler than lots of people in real life.

This is true of Californication ‘s Becca, and it’s also true of House of Lies ‘ Roscoe, and, to a lesser extent (at least on my subjective determination of what makes a person “cool”), Silas on Weeds (Shane just scares me). Perhaps it’s true of other characters, but remember, I’m on a time delay with Showtime, unless you want to pay my cable bill, so I’ve only seen these three shows. Continue reading →

Today I am over at Bookish Comforts , guest blogging as part of the Sunnydale Project, a two-month celebration of all things Buffyverse. In addition to hosting bloggers over there, the Sunnydale Project is also coordinated by Teen Librarians Toolbox and Patricia’s Particularity .

I know, I know; it’s awesome. That’s why you should click on that link and check me and the other contributors out as we geek out, fangirl, analyze, compare, and do other scholarly, creative, and/or dorky things with Buffy, the Scoobies, and everyone else.

Me? I’m talking about how my favorite thing is getting older and leaving adolescence further and further behind, but that doesn’t stop me from loving Buffy .

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