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I daresay my most heartfelt writing when I was in middle school was the stuff I never showed anybody. Not the X-Files-inspired first book of Musings of a Young World. Not the short-lived series Tarren Country. And certainly not the short stories written for class assignments about girls who had to save endangered tigers or survive in Kalimantan (Borneo, for you Westerners).

Nope, it was the stuff I hid in my yellow Engrish-riddled notebook: my tortured, tortuous love-hate relationship with my first love, DBZ, and in particular the hero of the series, Son Goku, who I randomly decided on the way to P.E. one day in sixth grade I thought was "cute". That was it. I just had to say that, and suddenly, my whole life was decided. Every single hero I ever created, no matter how terrifically unlike Goku they were, was Goku in my mind's eye. Rod Harding - atheist, womanizer, Public Enemy #1, politician. Darius Nathanael - murderous, drunk, incompetent, religious zealot. Yup. They were both played by Goku. In essence, everything I have written has been fanfiction, except I changed the names. A lot of fanfiction nowadays, after all, takes place in Alternate Universes, with Out Of Character protagonists. That's what Musings of a Young World was. DBZ AU OOC. But GxCC.

Because somewhere along the lines I diverged from the path of many a fangirl - I decided that I did not hate Chi-Chi, and I did not want to replace her. I have thought of several possible explanations: my low self-esteem didn't consider myself worthy; I related to Chi-Chi; I respected Toriyama's creative decisions; I like the idea of stable family homes, perhaps after just losing mine, following my father's death. I wanted a father figure.

It was a bad choice on my part. The first male figure I found after my father died, albeit a two-dimensional fictional one, wasn't exactly a pillar of stability. At best, his role as guardian of the world meant he always had to go off to fight, or die. At worst, he was neglectful, irresponsible, uncaring, and guilty of abandonment.

Oddly, all this actually reinforced my budding feminism. It's the one value that's been instilled by every member of my mother's family - girl power! I definitely listened to the Spice Girls instead of the Backstreet Boys. My friends and I weren't interested in boyfriends in elementary school even though my best friend and I were in love with the same boy - it was not a competition, because it was very innocent and meaningless. More importantly we sang songs like, "and he's just a boy, and he's stupid as himself" (we didn't really know the lyrics to No Doubt's "Just a Girl", so we made them up). When I moved to the U.S., I was given books like 33 Things Every Girl Should Know (a great book, by the way), Woman Warrior, Letters to a Young Feminist, subscriptions to New Moon, American Girl catalogs, and later, Ophelia Speaks, the response to Reviving Ophelia. It was clear that I was supposed to be a feminist.

And then I became obsessed with a show that absolutely reeks testosterone, to the point that it's funny. At first I saw no problem. As far as I was concerned, DBZ was a family-friendly show where good guys fought bad guys, and my favorite good guy also had a wife and kid.

It was the internet that disillusioned me, and the older fans with too much time on their hands who posted on forums and wrote web sites and spoilers that disillusioned me. I started finding out things I didn't want to know - namely, other people's opinions, and the future of the series. By this time I was already getting angsty about this new male role model always dying and leaving his family, always training, and the night I found out that the sequel to DBZ, DBGT, ended with him going off forever with the Eternal Dragon and never coming back, leaving his wife to prepare a welcome home banquet he would never eat, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't believe it ended that way - I couldn't believe it dared do that to me. Yes, it had become personal. It was like the world insisted on fucking me over. I know this is an irrational thought now, but at the time, a year after my father died, I saw no other explanation.

It also became evident that this show was, as I put it in one of my 12-year-old rants, "so bad for girl power". All the female characters were either portrayed as bitches or whores - and of course, the whores are preferred. All the jokes were indecent and at the expense of the few women. It was right after this mass sexual assault/harassment scandal in Central Park, and I was suddenly alarmed that I had fallen into the trap of a bunch of perverted men. I did not yet realize, obviously, that all anime save Miyazaki's by in large is written by and for perverted men. I felt like an idiot. And I felt other things too - like if I was to be myself, I would be considered an annoying shrew, a nag: a harpy. I was always going to be the ugly duckling, compared to some perfect Mary Sue, the "girl all the bad guys want" - I'd always be the one whose husband would rather be dead than alive with me. In other words, I was always going to be Chi-Chi.

Interestingly, I never blamed her, I blamed him. I could have gone the opposite direction, and I could have decided, like one of my Mormon friends did, that women are ungrateful shrews that need to be tamed, that they're weak and pathetic. Nope. If my feminism learned anything from DBZ, it's that women are constantly getting fucked over. It wasn't just me. It was my mother. It was rape victims. It was Joan of Arc. Ever since I came to this epiphany, I have always liked the women that are considered bitches by everyone else, especially men. Sailor Mars. Ellen Ripley (of "Alien"). Abbie Carmichael (Law & Order). Asuka Langley Soryu, for fuck's sake. Never the damsels in distress. Never the perfect, beautiful ones. Nope. The imperfect, unstable, angry bitches, because that was me, and I felt any woman who didn't think like I do was blind, or enjoying being the center of attention. Now I attribute it to my own personality, but hey, this is where it came from. I listened to Garbage. I hated "Taming of the Shrew", and as I recall, I was quite loud about it.

Still, I also hated "Much Ado About Nothing", because the sweet couple of the beginning of the play doesn't really get back together - one pretends she's dead and then pretends she's someone else and marries the guy anyway, but... that's not exactly perfect love, is it? Unfaithful husbands were the bane of my academic life, and they were everywhere, most notably in The Odyssey. Oh, damn. How I hated The Odyssey. Of course I made intellectual excuses for it then, but I knew why - because I was bitter, because I was convinced that this was what Goku always did to Chi-Chi - and by token, what my father did to my mother, what my husband would do to me, etc., etc., and forever more.

All this disillusionment led me to abandon the series completely for the rest of middle school and high school. My heart still quickened when I saw DBZ t-shirts and movies, but it was in fear - in fear of not only the show, but of myself falling back in love with it, as if it was an abusive husband. I believe this was also around the time, in mid-high school, that I started telling people how I would die - I would be pushed down the stairs by my abusive husband. I was quite sure of it at the time, because I couldn't quite kick the DBZ habit. If I could, I wouldn't keep picturing them when I wrote about Rod and Nike's increasingly convoluted trials and tribulations that shouldn't have reminded me of DBZ at all, right? Yet I continued, because I was still trying to fix the gaping wound that show's plotline and character development left on my soul, pardon the emo poeticism.

It wasn't until I was old enough to have some semblances of an actual stand-alone personality that I could get back into it safely and watch an episode without wanting to die of shame. It was in my senior year. I don't know what came first, but two things won me over: a fight scene, which reminded me how great the combat of the show was; and watching the final anime filler episodes of DB, which were strictly GCC (I later bought this on DVD, that's how much I care). I still felt the need to belittle the show, and I did. I started listening to Garbage compulsively again (their first album this time, but for me it was the second, because I bought it second), and I no longer felt like I was a GCC. I liked the fight scenes. I liked the early story line. But I still laughed at the characters, scorned their machismo, wanted to kill them all, even Goku, yes, all those lumberjack fighters could die.

By now I was writing the seventh book of Musings of a Young World, now to be titled Grace Under Pressure but originally titled The Peace Chronicles, which features the most feminist scene I've ever written - my main character, Nike (played by Chi-Chi, of course) transforms into an all-powerful avatar of the goddess Durga after withstanding political imprisonment and torture for writing "dangerous articles", and kills every one of her tormentors in very gruesome ways. It was a high to write and it's still a high to read - my mother will attest to how awesome it is, to get through the earlier chapter, which is very painful, and get payback like that.

So when I returned to DBZ, sporadically, and only on weekends when I could stay up late and indulge in the manga when no one else was awake to the hum of Adult Swim, I experienced it critically. I became obsessed with associating it with the song "I Will" by Radiohead. I couldn't decide if it was the worst thing ever written or the best - just like I couldn't reconcile the adrenaline rush it gave me to read the battle scenes and my instincts as a pacifist (and feminist). But I started thinking about it again. With rock songs in my head I would think about it as I walked my high school halls, thinking about how stupid the rest of the world was, how fucking great DBZ really was - except for all the things that sucked about it, of course. I didn't take offense when SomethingAwful made fun of it, because I could tell that they were closet fans too. To this day, no better quote about DBZ have I been able to find than this:

"I'd like to think I've got a pretty huge willingness to suspend disbelief. Hell, I watched Dragonball Z for years and enjoyed the fuck out of it. But somehow this just asked too much of me." - Ben "Greasnin'" Platt, a SomethingAwful writer

I had found my own way to love it again, though it remained a secret. Until I got to college and met Kim. She got it out of me. At first I was reluctant to divulge exactly how complicated my history with DBZ was - "just something I used to watch", and all, but the more I realized I could actually talk about it with Kim, who liked Gundam Wing, the more it came out, like waterworks. I discovered Fanfiction, and realized, to my great surprise and joy, that there were other people who supported the Goku - Chi-Chi pairing. And I fell into it, full force. Except this time I was a little wiser. It still continued to upset me. Other fans, more than anything else, continued to upset me. But this time I had found an outlet: Ilium.

Ilium was conceived out of my rage toward those people who thought DBZ was just a stupid cartoon show, a kids' show. After my years of toil and turmoil with it, I was wholely convinced it was not, and I couldn't believe they would say that a show where people regularly die or sacrifice themselves and planets get exploded is for kids. So I created Ilium. Yes, Ilium Agonistes is fanfiction. But I discovered that it also allowed me to vent all my frustrations about the show. I was going to write it the way I always saw it. I was going to fuck over all the fans I didn't like, and I was going to focus as much on my favorite couple as I damn well wanted, like I knew they deserved, although I am starting to give less and less of a fuck if other people "support" the pairing or not. Yes, Chi-Chi's bitchy, and yes, Goku's a bit of a moron. So what? It's not like I've ever cared about being popular or well-liked. Which means I'm very bad at creating Mary Sues and Gary Stus. I seem to have a propensity for latching onto characters that the masses dislike. Yes, I love Rod and Nike, but other characters don't, and sometimes I hate Rod, I really do - just like Nike, I haven't quite forgiven him for his actions in A Good Man is Hard to Find. I made Isabel Mordecai, the heroine of Rubeus Via, the "harpy" - it was what her enemies called her, but Darius called her "feisty". I made it my own, in other words. I think it's all I can do. As Fanfiction writers have to announce as a disclaimer, I don't own DBZ.

A Musical Evolution (songs I've associated with DBZ over the years):

1999: "Defeat You" - Smashmouth. Lindsey and I had pretend fights to this song. I started listening to it around the Freeza Saga, and I was beyond convinced (and remained convinced) that it is about that battle. I don't care what Smashmouth says. Just read the lyrics: "Born as a human with a kung fu spine/ equipped with a detector of what's on your mind/ you jive, you shuck, you bob, you weave/ and when you're down you've got something up your sleeve" plus my favorite "You cry when you're wounded and you laugh when they bleed". What a great DBZ anthem. How fucking pathetic that no one on YouTube has made an AMV to it. *tsk tsk* I actually bought this song for that reason.

1999/2000: "Drops of Jupiter" - Train. I got more sentimental here - I was growing more attached to it, but I have reasons for including this song. Sometimes I was talking to Goku, scolding him for always being gone: "and tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded? That heaven is overrated?" and sometimes I was reprimanding myself for loving this show so much, for loving a hero who fucking abandons his family to learn new fighting techniques so much: "tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar?"

2000: "Special" - Garbage. This was my official I-am-over-DBZ song. It was completely and utterly directed to Goku, and it was rageful: "I'm living without you, but I know all about you... I used to adore you/ I couldn't control you/ There was nothing I wouldn't do/ to keep myself around and close to you/ do you have an opinion, a mind of your own?/ I thought you were special, I thought you should know/ But I've run out of patience/ I couldn't care less". I don't think I've ever hated him more than I hated him at this point.

2001: "Virgin State of Mind" - K's Choice. Don't ask me why, but for some reason this song has always reminded me of Chi-Chi. Eventually it became Nike's theme song too (and probably even more appropriately so, Andromache). What can I say, I listen to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer soundtrack and see all kinds of correlations.  "Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be/ dig it up and throw it at me/ where can I run to?  Where can I hide?/ Who can I turn to?  Now I'm in a virgin state of mind/ got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear/ to cut out words that I've got written on my chair/ like, "do you think I'm sexy?"  Do you think I care?/  Can I burn the mazes I grow?  I don't think so"

2001: "Foolish Games" - Jewel. Not angry so much as just bitter and sad and disappointed, this song reflects it. it's still directed at Goku, but this one is more from Chi-Chi's perspective than Nadia's. "I always felt I was outside looking in on you/ You were always the mysterious one, with dark eyes and careless hair/ you were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care/ You stood in my doorway with nothing to say except some comment on the weather/ Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees... well excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for someone else, somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself". Interestingly, I always associated this song with Darius and Isabel as well.

2002: "Take A Bow" - Madonna. This is the polite-but-chilly stage of the relationship. I wasn't as sad, because I was trying to detach and stay detached. It's hard, as Madonna shows, but I was the queen of hiding my emotional attachments at this age. This song has been used as a GCC fanfic, btw. "Say your lies, but do you feel them? Do you mean what you say when there's no one around? Watching you, watching me... one lonely star/ Lonely star, you don't know who you are/ I've always been in love with you, I guess you've always known it's true/ You took my love for granted, why, oh why, this show is over, say goodbye/ Make them laugh, it comes so easy/ when you get to the part where you're breaking my heart/ I'm behind your smile, all the world loves a clown/ All the world is a stage, and everyone has their part, but how was I to know which way the story'd go, how was I to know you'd break my heart?" Ooh, did you get that last line? It's the best.

2002: "You'll See" - Madonna. The sequel to "Take A Bow", more resolute and strong: "You think that I can't live without your love, you'll see/ You think I can't go on another day/ You think I have nothing without you by my side/ You'll see, somehow, some way/... You think that you've destroyed my faith in love/ You think after all you've done, I'll never find my way back home/ You'll see, somehow, some day... all by myself, I don't need anyone at all/ I know I'll survive, I know I'll stay alive/ All on my own, I don't need anyone this time/ It will be mine, no one can take it from me/ You think that you are strong, but you are weak/ It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat/ I have truth on my side, you only have deceit/ you'll see, somehow, some day..." And this is how I felt about this relationship for a long time.

2003: "The Outsider" - A Perfect Circle. I heard this song and thought immediately, albeit reluctantly, of DBZ, and in particular, Vegeta. But, you'll note, it is a decidedly different aspect of DBZ I had not thought of for a long time - the battles. It was probably the first time I gave serious contemplation to the emotion of battle scenes. At least it let me focus on something other than G/CC. "Disconnect and self-destruct, one bullet at a time/ What's your rush now, everyone has their day to die/ Medicated drama queen, picture perfect numb belligerence/ Narcissistic drama queen, craving fame in all its decadence". You'll notice the more sharply critical tones, yes, the dare I say "haughtiness"?

2004: "My Immortal" - Evanescence. I heard this song and thought of Chi-Chi, and I would cry on the short drive to school. It's probably been used for a Cell saga song fic: "If you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, cuz your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone/... There's just too much that time cannot erase/ You used to captivate me by your resonating light, now I'm bound by the life you left behind/... I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone/ but though you're still with me/ I've been alone all along!" I suggested to my Mormon friend that maybe it was about a woman whose lover had left her or died while she was pregnant. She seemed to think this was a possibility. I think that line about "bound by the life you left behind" makes it pretty clear. I still get weepy when I listen to this song, only because I think of Goku and Chi-Chi.

2004: "Getting Away With Murder" - Papa Roach. This is when I started thinking it was okay to like DBZ, and I didn't have to get all sad and emotionally involved, because I would just focus on its strengths - the fighting! This stage was fun... while it lasted. Unfortunately if you get sucked too deep into fandom you can't just not get emotionally involved. Oh well, I tried. The summer of 2004 I bought graphic novels at Barnes & Noble and had to tell myself not to read them in the car before I even got in the house. "Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness/ I need to calculate what creates my own madness/ I'm addicted to your punishment/ and you're the master, and I am awaiting this disaster/ I'm feeling rational, so confrontational/ to tell the truth, I am getting away with murder".

2004: "I Will" - Radiohead. Too many literature and social science classes makes Nadia a critical girl. The more I deeply analyzed my comics (and I mean deeply... I would take ten minutes to read every page, especially the ones published by Viz, because they have bigger pictures...), the more I realized some disturbing themes. The most heartbreaking panel that I own is from #12, Viz's magazine-style edition (not Shonen Jump's graphic novels), page 24. Yeah, this is so a kid's story. Anyway, on p. 24, an extremely badly injured Goku is trying to tell his young son Gohan, who's also injured though not as severely, to keep fighting. Gohan, in the midst of his first battle after having a a childhood that, shall we say, was "cosseted", says, "I can't... it hurts too much..." and Goku snaps back, "What are you... a coward?! Gonna let all those people... die for nothing?!" Which got me thinking, damn, what is this story teaching children? Add into this the facts that I was starting to find out about my father - that he was a political critic who backed down in the interest of protecting my mother and me, and now I wanted to go into Political Science, taking after him, revenging the world on his behalf for killing him - and this scene gave me serious psychological shudders. When I re-listened to "I Will" after dwelling thoughtfully on this scene, the song had a whole new resonance: "I will lay me down/ in a bunker underground/ I won't let this happen to my children... I will rise up/ little babies' eyes..." I wrote a stream-of-consciousness piece about this. First semester, senior year of high school. It's quite interesting.  It also gives you a good idea of just how fucked up my head is.  Oddly enough, I think I showed this to my AP Lang teacher, Cognard, and I think she thought it was great.  Truth stranger than fiction.

 

What kind of a father sends out his son to be a sacrifice, anyhow?  Dude, I’ve seen this cycle in many aspects, now that I ponder it.  Agamemmnon decided to sacrifice his daughter (not a son, but..) to the gods (horns of the altar?  man, this is a sick sad world!).  Was she saved?  In one legend, she was saved – in another, she perished.  In Ancient Greece, if you die, you don’t go to Kaio-Sama, but you do get a chance to live in the stars or maybe dine with the immortals on Mount Olympus.  I wonder if the afterlife is really as cheery as these martyr-promoter-dads make it out to be.  Something like the seventy-nine virgins, eh?  Christianity offers the sissy reward – salvation – whatever the hell that means.  Either way, there’s still Abraham, I think, who was about to slice his own son’s throat on God’s request.  So what do you know.  Fathers send their sons out to be soldiers, even if it does mean certain death.  I don’t think they really know what they’re talking about.  “What a father you’ve got.. leaving his little boy to die!”

Round the little corner.  Fight through the crowds.

I will lay me down

In a bunker, underground

I won’t let this happen

To my children

Meet the real world coming out of your shell

With white elephants, sitting ducks

I will rise up

Little babies’ eyes

That goes in the mansion, in the catalog, for sure.  Shit, that’s a good song.  It’s my looking-down-on-the-characters song, it’s my God song, it’s my I-told-you-so song.  I bend down and see the battlefield, the dust clearing.  The desert has emptied, but there has been bloodshed, and the presence of a future looks doubtful, at best.  The boy is dead, the father dying.  The dust is clearing.  “I won’t let this happen to my children”.. indeed?  “I won’t let this happen to my children” (what would Mulder say to that?) “I won’t let this happen to my children”.. so.. so reactionary!  “I won’t let this happen to my children”... there’s a war going on right now, the cycle doesn’t stop.. “I won’t let this happen to my children”.. come home, come home.. “I won’t let this happen to my children”.. Goku, you motherfucker! 

In a bunker, underground.

Round the corner.

I think I’ve decided that men simply do not last forever.  Decided.. that seems rather presumptious.  That’s what my psychology has decided for me.  Think of all the male prototypes in the mansion.. all of them, and there are many.  Like supernovae, they just, “cease to be”, they are just “no more”.  A flourish of life, while they’re there, yes, certainly, but then explosion, but then death and demise, and they’re not stars any longer.. they may as well turn into black holes.  I suppose “death” isn’t always the case.  Detective Curtis, for instance, the ultimate jackass cop, just silently quits.  And Goku and Mulder disappear into some other dimension.  Equivalent to death.  They have all ceased to be, leaving so-called loved ones behind, all alone.  For such supposedly good guys, that’s pretty cold. 

Yes, this is a good world, and I am at home.

I consider myself a mercenary.  I don’t know what force compels me, but I am moved to obliterate something or someone, at least mentally, and I do my best to carry it out, Durga-fashion.  Durga’s a mercenary, isn’t she?  Well, aren’t we all.  I think we need more female mercenaries in the world, because the male dominance is getting so thick.  Women can kill.  Women do kill, in their minds, at least if I’m any example, and believe me, I use all of Durga’s weapons.  Kamehameha.  What’s it called – the “desperation move”?  Yes, avoid getting blown to smithereens.  Small fish eaten by the big fish eaten by the bigger fish in this world, dude.  Desperation moves are about the only kind of moves that exist, and if they wipe out your assassin, the better.

“Nothing’s wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will

Someday, somehow- gonna make it alright, but not right now

I know you’re wondering when

(You’re the only one who knows that)

Someday, somehow- gonna make it alright, but not right now

I know you’re wondering when”

Oh, shut up, Rod.  I don’t want to hear it, not now.  Especially not from you.. yes, that’s what I mean.  You’re the last person that can claim innocence in this whole lump of mierda gender relations is in.  Scoffs.. of course I’m saying that to be mean.. but that doesn’t mean it’s not true!  You sinned, Rod, you sinned, and there’s nothing I can do (and thus, nothing you can do) to erase that.  You’re just going to fall into oblivion anyway, like all the rest.  Nike would be wise not to hang onto you.  That’s the last time you talk back to God, get it?  Impudent bastard, Vegeta was right about you.

Yes, I know I make the worst atheist in the real, living world of SATs and crap.  But I’m God in the other world of Double Duty, and if people try to dethrone me, it’s kamehameha down to their ass.  Maybe I relate to the God of this world.  Maybe I should join the faith.  Oh, [laughs].  Or not. 

“My baby don’t mess around because she loves me so, and this I know fo’ sho”

Welcome mats, hello.  These fools walk around this prison like there’s nothing beyond it.  That little tent of blue, which prisoners call the sky.  Beautiful.  Beautiful.  Life is beautiful. 

“I believe in a thing called love!”

I think of some of the greatest songs worthy of La Bella Mafia – the Pretty Mafia, which would be an awesome name for an anime, by the way.. sort of like bad ass Sailor Moon – that traditional Japanese don’t-know-English-well-enough-to-know-those-words-would-never-go-together title – the best is undoubtedly I’m Only Happy When It Rains, by Garbage’s Shirley Manson, my old friend.

Hello, darkness, my old friend.  This is my song.


“I’m only happy when it rains

I’m only happy when it’s complicated

And though I know you can’t appreciate it

I’m only happy when it rains

You know I love it when the news is bad

Why it feels so good to feel so sad

I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down

Pour your misery down on me

I only smile in the dark

My only comfort is the night gone black

Pour your misery down

Pour your misery down on me

You can keep me company

As long as you don’t care”


 

Emilio Aguinaldo, the revolutionary, became president of the Philippines at age twenty-eight.  By that standard, my little Rod is a late bloomer.. but hey.  Same shit.. different day.  It’s always the traitors.. you know?  Like Wormtail ratting out James Potter.  Aguinaldo got sold out by two Filipinos who switched sides and pledged allegiance to America.  I can’t remember what happened to Mulder, except it probably involved Cigarette-Smoking Man.  And then, of course, what did Judas do?  I’ll try not to follow the conventions of the code, but Carnelli’s still a special kind of traitor.  The Law and Order inspired kind.  I hope Jack doesn’t get killed off anytime soon.  I don’t want to wait and see how that pans out.  Oh.. it doesn’t feel good.  I may be at home, but I’m not well. 

I don’t think the deaths help. 

“Now there’s a key where my wonderful mouth used to be..

Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can’t bear

To cut out words I’ve got written..”

The end of my six minutes.  Looks like we’ve been stood up..


2004:  "Not My Idea"/"Vow" - Garbage.  Garbage never failed to see me through these feminism vs. testosterone episodes of frantic doubt.  In retrospect, when I was mentally torturing myself over this conundrum of the progressive young woman who watches DBZ was one of the most mentally fun and active times in my life.  You also see what kind of progressive young woman I would become: the angry, violent, snarky kind.  I had fantasies about Durga killing all the villains (and heroes) of DBZ.  Which explains the above post somewhat.  Too mean?  Eh.  I believe in tough love.  "You thought that I would never see/ what was meant for you was meant for me/ I was distracted at the time, forget about yours, now what about mine?" / "I can't use what I can't abuse/ and I can't stop when it comes to you/... I came to cut you up, I came to knock you down/ I came around to tear your little world apart... break your soul apart". 

2004/2005:  "Made of Glass" - Trapt.  I know Trapt isn't exactly critically acclaimed, but they made for really great comic book musical accompaniment.  "Am I still breathing?  Have I lost that feeling?  Am I made of glass, cuz you see right through me".  Yes, my dear Z-fighters, I do see right through you, I'd think.  I belittled them to the point of making them little figurines in terraniums.  But at least now I was in control.  Ah, this brings back fond memories of reading in bed by the light of my nightlight that I otherwise never use, occasionally looking up to see the new shit that is being passed off as anime these days...

2005:  "What's Happenin'?" - Ying Yang Twins.  Oh my god.  I discovered all on my own that DBZ goes with rap!  Plus it's not half as depressing as tragic ballads or angsty alternative-rock-metal.  I can't really post appropriate lyrics to this song... I mean... it's rap, it has nothing to do with the lyrics... but here, I'll post the chorus: "Boom, it's on, bitch niggas gonna rock ya room/ BOOM, bitch what's happenin'?" and I've often joked that Vegeta should really say the line "Bitch, what's happenin'?" at least once in his life.  Kim agrees with me, don't you Kim?  This is me at the pinnacle of "emotionally uninvolved".

2006:  "Starfighter Pilot" - Snow Patrol.  This is probably the only song on this list that acknowledges my role as an outsider in this whole debacle.  It's a light-hearted song, but unfortunately, it's once again directed at Goku... and that means I'm getting emotionally attached again (fuck it all): "Andrew's a starfighter pilot/ I cradle his picture at night/ Andrew's a starfighter pilot/ I watch him on TV each day/ I've got all his specials on tape". 

2006:  "Vermilion" - SlipKnot.  I started planning Ilium and at the same time found an amazing AMV by this Finnish girl named Chichicken, now taken off YouTube because FUNimation is anything but FUN.  Anyway, it was a mindblowing AMV that reassured me that I was not alone in thinking there was a deeper meaning to DBZ, and I wasn't crazy for writing Ilium.  This song is now the soundtrack to Ilium, as we know, and it's all thanks to Chichicken.  If you're out there, girl, you should be President of Finland.  "She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities/ so fragile, yet so devious... oh, she's the only one that makes me sad!"  It was called "the darkness inside saiyans".  I have searched the internet for it, but it's gone.  Rest in Peace.  P.S.:  Oops, we're depressed again.
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Re: yeah, hi.

Date: 2007-02-08 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Must we always have these conversations over LJ? It's a little funny.

I think at this point it's just that I'm tired of being seen as unstable and suicidal. Everyone saw me that way in middle school and high school, so I don't like being accused of seriously being suicidal unless I really am feeling suicidal, because if I am - I come out and say it directly, I don't put little hints into poetry and expect that to jump out (although a lot of people probably do engage in subtle hints, so I'm sure there's a lot of confusion in that regard).

And because I'm always the one you "have to watch out for" I feel like I can't even discuss certain things (like death) without somebody being like, "are YOU feeling this way Nadia?" and I'm tired of that jump-the-gun (pardon the phrase) kind of thinking. That's really what it is - it's not about post-commenting. It's about me trying to get away from my stigma when I was younger of being the suicidal/depressed girl. Like, my mom does it too - whenever I'm the slightest bit unhappy, it's automatically - are you depressed? do you feel like you want to drop out? do you want to transfer? - and I'm like no, I'm just moody!

So yeah, that's what that was all about.

Re: yeah, hi.

Date: 2007-02-08 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] intertribal.livejournal.com
you coaxed it out, btw, by being the first person who didn't seem like they would think I'm a moron. And because you're nonjudgmental. I think I was also hyper.

Date: 2007-02-14 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] royinpink.livejournal.com
Okay, so...I won't get to all of your entries tonight. Just, I want to say something in response to this one. I read most of it a while ago, and finished just now, and it's caused me a realization that you might not care about (because it isn't about you), whatever. Then again, I'm weird about posting that on LJ, so you should just ask me or something, if you want to know. And interesting conclusion you could draw (but perhaps you shouldn't) from the realization is that I am somehow attracted to Nike, which is all sorts of hilarious, at the end of all this arguing about writing. But that would make sense, wouldn't it? It would make so, so much sense. I mean, c'mon, think about the women who I actually...not like Josie, the women who I can trust... I'll put it this way: as I'm sure I've said in my own LJ, at some point, perfection to me means the constantly-happy one, the emotionless, uninvolved one--the one who's actually hiding things. The same sorts of people my mother wishes I would be attracted to, as friends or otherwise. But those sorts of people, I can't have a relationship with on the same level, even if they never make me angry, never make me cry, never tell me I'm wrong...they elicit the same response from me as they portray themselves, and then a) I can't trust them and b) the relationship is not as deep. And so. Not to mention a whole slew of other issues, which I will tell you if we ever email/talk.

also. if I were suicidal, which I have been, I wouldn't say anything. i might in fact become physically incapable of speech--i have weird issues with communication. So. .....

Date: 2007-02-14 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] intertribal.livejournal.com
Ok, I'm really not sure that I understood this comment. So if you want to clarify your realization, that would be great. Or at least helpful. Like this sentence: "I mean, c'mon, think about the women who I actually...not like Josie, the women who I can trust..." and then you try to rephrase it and I don't get it. So basically I don't understand.

Are you suicidal now?

Date: 2007-02-14 04:07 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
clarification sent via email...

And no, I'm not suicidal now. It's taken a year, but I think I'm more or less back to being myself again.

Date: 2007-02-14 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] royinpink.livejournal.com
But yeah, last semester...not so good. I think I told you, i went and found steve, at the end, and I was back in the world of my childhood, and I couldn't talk to him...? anyway...we can thank him for my being alive now...

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