Tearing Down the Origin of Love Myth: A Discussion of Hedwig and the Angry Inch

I can’t believe it was already a week ago that Claire and I returned to my favorite Wicked Little Town to see Darren Criss perform as the titular role in Hedwig and the Angry Inch. This run on Broadway has been of particular importance to me- not least because it has given me the opportunity to meet Darren not once, but twice, and to have an extremely memorable interaction with him at that.

More importantly, if there is anything more important than that (debatable), I was introduced to this musical for the first time. I’m generally a more traditional theater person. I was raised in the barricade and the woods with the likes of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Stephen Sondheim. So when I heard the announcement that one half of my favorite fictional couple would be portraying this groundbreaking role that I had only ever heard of in passing, I knew two things: 1. I had to see it and 2. I had to figure out what this musical was actually about.

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A Fear of Normalcy

Now that it’s officially 2014, the year that I graduate from Duquesne, I’ve been musing a lot about where I’m going from here and what I want to achieve in the next 40+ years of my life.  For a long time, I just expected myself to go to grad school, as if there wasn’t any other route.  But the further I went in my studies, the more I realized that Academia, though warm and inviting and the only thing I’ve ever really known or been good at, is not really all that exciting.  I do not sneer at professors and other scholars; after all, they are responsible for the knowledge I have obtained in the last 17 or so years of my academic career.  However, as much as I admire those who have dedicated their lives to perpetuating information, I simply cannot count myself among them.

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Make My Wish Come True, Baby, All I Want For Christmas is an emotionally-relevant gift and not something expensive, please

So it’s definitely that time of year where I go to the mall or insert your shopping center preference here and try to come up with an at least half-way decent Christmas present for the people in my life.  This year in particular was far more difficult than it usually is, probably because I had about a week to figure out what to buy for quite a few people.  And you know what?  There  is absolutely nothing in a store that I wanted to buy anyone.  Don’t get me wrong, I ended up with a present for everyone that I needed a present for, but I’m not exactly particularly happy with any of them.

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And for Once It Might be Grand to have someone understand- How I don’t want Small Town Life to make my life Small

Don’t let small town life make your life Small.

Chris Colfer

In my dorm room, I don’t have very many pictures posted.  There are the quotes that I’ve previously mentioned on this blog about being an English major and a girl who reads, but besides that, I only have a couple Glee/Harry Potter related items up.  There are, however, two rather large black-and-white posters up that pull focus when you walk into the room.  One is of a double-decker bus driving past Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament in London, and the other is of the Moulin Rouge lit up at night.  A single set of lyrics, hand-written sometime in August, rests beneath them-

I want Adventure in the great, wide somewhere.  I want it more than I can tell.  And for once it might be grand to have someone understand.  I want so much more than they’ve got planned…

I’ve mentioned before how Belle has always been really important to me.  And I think this is why- because in that one moment, in that single, solitary reprise- I knew what I wanted to do with my life.

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The Writer and the Student- How a Dual-Role causes an Internal Duel

As  a University Student, the amount of homework in my life is inversely proportional to the amount of happiness I feel.  Regardless of how much homework I have to complete, however, I usually have to force myself into shutting my computer, turning off my music, and leaving my friends because otherwise, I simply won’t get anything productive done.  While I’m sure this is the problem that most students face, I have another barrier to conquer before I can actually sit down and do the pile of homework that I’ve been neglecting- all the stories floating around inside my head.

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How to Be an English Major

How to be an English Major.

Accept the fact that your spare time will be whittled away nose-deep in a novel. You’ll have anywhere from 20-30 to read a semester, if you’re dedicated. Learn quickly which ones you must do a thorough read-through of and which ones you can skim. Idealistically, this should be done more than a day in advance. Buy a good coffeepot and some eclectic mugs. Develop an identity. You spend your academic pursuits bombarded by different personas, problems, and settings. How do you expect to understand others if you don’t understand yourself?

Try reading outside. You will quickly learn that although you look cute sitting under a tree reading Pride and Prejudice, you will get grass stains on your pants and bugs will inevitably crawl inside your book. Pretend this doesn’t bother you until you can privately freak out about it and pack up to go inside. Read the classics. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t have to love them. You should respect the impact they made during their time periods, and if they happen to resonate with you, that’s an added bonus. Explore different authors and various types of literature. Remember that the words you read mean something to someone, somewhere.

Pick up a pen and take a shot at poetry. Count beats, recognize rhyme scheme and meter, then scrap it and start fresh. Let the ideas flow and see what you produce. Chances are, there is a genre of poetry your work will fit. If you like poetry, read anything and everything poetic you can find. If you dislike it, there are better uses of your time.

Write and write and write and write and write. Do this until your hands cramp and your eyes burn from staring at the computer screen. You should have perpetual ink stains on your fingers. Create vibrant characters and rich settings. Make your characters laugh and cry and dream and dance and fight. Your antagonists are just as important as your protagonists, so invent people you love to hate. Words are meant to make us feel. If your own writing doesn’t stir something inside of you, it’s time to toss it and begin again.

Listen to the engineers and physics and math majors who ask you sarcastically what you’ll do with a degree in English. It’s not very nice, and I know you’re tired of hearing people put you down for doing what you love. Don’t tell them to go to Hell. You’re articulate, remember? You can do better than that. Instead, tell them that you’ll be able to communicate with others and spell words correctly when writing a letter. Tell them you’ll know how to formulate a professional resume. Tell them you have knowledge of people and emotions and the ability to get lost in a place. Your degree is not useless, and you know it. Do this, of course, with vocabulary they will never understand. They will most likely stop harassing you.

Most importantly, realize that you possess something that not everyone does: the gift to mold words and use language to create something beautiful. Now go do that. I expect to see your name in a Barnes & Noble someday. Yes, you can do it. You’re an English major.

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Musings of an English Major

Though this blog is an assignment for class, I find the idea of it rather intriguing.  Therefore, I intend to use it to discuss various issues that I come across in my educational and personal lives.  There’s probably going to be a lot of different things posted, from articles to videos to things that I just like in general.  Hopefully I’ll keep up with this beyond the Fall 2011 semester and use this blog as something I like to do for myself.

 

Happy Reading,

~KB