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It's absolutely amazing how fast a few weeks can go by without being able to check up on SG. Of course, having worse-than-bad dial-up isn't really an excuse, it at least is a reason.


Study, study, study, study. Last week spent doing nothing but compiling bibliographies. Uh.


Interesting movie that i saw part of last night on IFC - Ten Tiny Love Stories. which is apparently available on DVD as a quick amazon check just informed me. I saw the second half, but the first was more of the same - 10 women reminiscing/sharing/narrating/talking about past "love experiences" to a camera. No interviewer, i dunno if it was scripted or not (i think not, but possibly), no movement - just sitting in a chair at home talking to a camera about experiences, good and bad, that were formative or highlights or memorable (again, good and bad). And it was pretty spectacular, in my opinion. All of us, as people, know who we are inside, that person or being or whatever you want to call it that is ourself, that we are, that everything else in the world kind of moves around. People, things, places - they all come and go, but we are we. And we all know how often we share that personal core with others - meaning not very. And that may well be a "masculine perception," but i think those kinds of gender distinctions are bullshit and only propagate mysogyny and macho idiocy. Back to point - in this movie, these 10 women just talk as if it was for themselves. No filter, straight honesty, at least as honest as anyone can be to themselves. Now obviously their internal worldview and understanding and perspective has an effect on how they see the world and events, but that is given. But it was really intriguing and moving to get honest, intimate stories from people about their emotional and internal life.

Now, caveat - this is not simply some man-intrigued-by-women's-point-of-view situation. I think. What interested me most of all was the basic humanity and fragility of every story, that all people share that level of vulnerability and need. The differences come in how that is understood, accepted, expressed, or even admitted. That, added to the level of social discourse layed above, made the film a brilliant sociological / anthropological / human exploration. And people still scare me, but in a different way (that being the final sarcastic comment to cap off, and distance the self from, a semi-revealing monolgue - we're all human, deal with it).