Pizza craving

People are *always* eating in The Sopranos. Always. And that has been giving me the biggest pasta-cold cuts-pizza craving ever. But Season 3 seems to be the lets-contrive-plot-points-that let-us-depict-violence-on-women season.

First, the horrific rape of Dr Melfi. They showed the entire things. With Melfi screaming the whole time. It is bad enough that they had to depict rape. But what is worse that they picked the only completely financially and emotionally and professionally independent woman in the show to be raped.

As far as scraping the bottom of the sexist barrel goes, though, I was deeply impressed that the show did *not* use it as a way to forward Tony's character arc but miraculously and rather non-fussily managed to make it about Melfi's own story. As far as the "aftertreatment" of  a rape character goes, this was by far the most mature and in some ways, even empowering. I am glad that we don't hear much of it later. Melfi is back in her office, with her annoying voice,  and creepy hair that never moves, asking Tony Soprano to consider if his girlfriends represent his mother, with no one none the wiser. While I know some people thought that the show moved on too quickly from her rape, I am glad they did. That made her a rape survivor, of sorts I guess, and  not just a victim. Very rarely in TV, movies, or in the news, do we see the victim surviving rape and moving on with life part of things. It worked in a way. helped "demystify" rape to a certain extent.

Also, while they did depict the entire rape scene, I am glad they did not drag it out. See how that was done GOT makers? That wasn't too difficult now,was it? 

So as far as that goes, points(!) to Sopranos.

However, the murder of that dancer girl. O my god. What the HELL were you thinking with THAT, Soprano? 

Update:

I must resume watching the show. High time I got over the PTSD inducing Seasons 3 and 4

Pizza craving

People are *always* eating in The Sopranos. Always. And that has been giving me the biggest pasta-cold cuts-pizza craving ever. But Season 3 seems to be the lets-contrive-plot-points-that let-us-depict-violence-on-women season.

First, the horrific rape of Dr Melfi. They showed the entire things. With Melfi screaming the whole time. It is bad enough that they had to depict rape. But what is worse that they picked the only completely financially and emotionally and professionally independent woman in the show to be raped.

As far as scraping the bottom of the sexist barrel goes, though, I was deeply impressed that the show did *not* use it as a way to forward Tony's character arc but miraculously and rather non-fussily managed to make it about Melfi's own story. As far as the "aftertreatment" of  a rape character goes, this was by far the most mature and in some ways, even empowering. I am glad that we don't hear much of it later. Melfi is back in her office, with her annoying voice,  and creepy hair that never moves, asking Tony Soprano to consider if his girlfriends represent his mother, with no one none the wiser. While I know some people thought that the show moved on too quickly from her rape, I am glad they did. That made her a rape survivor, of sorts I guess, and  not just a victim. Very rarely in TV, movies, or in the news, do we see the victim surviving rape and moving on with life part of things. It worked in a way. helped "demystify" rape to a certain extent.

Also, while they did depict the entire rape scene, I am glad they did not drag it out. See how that was done GOT makers? That wasn't too difficult now,was it? 

So as far as that goes, points(!) to Sopranos.

However, the murder of that dancer girl. O my god. What the HELL were you thinking with THAT, Soprano? 

Update:

I must resume watching the show. High time I got over the PTSD inducing Seasons 3 and 4

Apropos of Nothing

Things I have learnt today, so far:

1. KFC now charges 25 rupees for "packaging" (ie a flimsy cardboard box that cannot even be reused)
2. It delivers only piddly dry pieces if you order grilled chicken


to be updated. Stay tuned

Things to do in 2015

1. Heal
2.  Move
3.  Move on
4. Let go
5. Get organised
6. Plan
7. Execute
8. Accept 

Mega Lyadh

It is now almost November and I still haven't done any of the things in the list below.

Nothing Much to Do

Much a Do about Nothing.

The (No)Thing to Do List for this day/week:

1. Email Ellen, Callen, Bastte
2. Clean Laptop.
3. Get Better
4. Make Proper (No)Thing to Do Lists.


What ado.

Reality Cheque

How to write honestly about sordid, sorry, depressing stuff without sounding whiny, self indulgent or plain old dull? Hmm?

By avoiding them altogether, I suppose. So let us just talk about the weather.

Kolkata has been glisteningly rain-soaked these last few days. And I have thankfully been optimally located to enjoy the rain and storms to the fullest each day. Of course, I am only human, so I found something to complain about each time.

The first time, it was a bummer that I had to go home and I was cussing myself for eating much more than I should have; The second time, I complained about having spent at least part of it inside an ATM, a less than perfect rainy day meal, and a harrowing time trying to catch a cab back home from New Market. And the third time I inwardly sulked because I wanted to spend even more time in the water, and because some a-hole was being an a-hole again, as a-holes are wont to. Kept me up all night too, so could not even go fall asleep to the sound of falling rain and smell of wet earth, like I had wanted to.

Today, it is mildly sunny again, and I am cross. How dare it not be lovely and coolbreezy and rain sploshy outside? So what that even when it is, I am usually sulking or upset about something or the other to enjoy it as much as I should anyway?

I want it to rain again.