before the concept of political correctness had reached the white male brain

I'm watching a documentary called Inside the Labyrinth from the anniversary dvd of Labyrinth, and this fabulous little thing was apparently actually made... around the time when the movie was made, and they're interviewing Jim Henson, right, and he's explaining (justifying, really) why they got a black choreographer to help David Bowie channel his inner Goblin King, and he's all: "We wanted that very vibrant, very... black movement."

Yeah. It's totally a compliment, right?

David Bowie explains a moment later that "one gets the feeling" that Jareth is a reluctant Goblin King, that he'd rather be "I don't know... down in Soho or something". AHHAHAHA. ♥ This explains a lot Y/N? Also, he says the goblins kidnapped the baby without his permission and he's just trying to make the best of it, which was really not the impression I ever received.

funny effects of living in finland #1,600,042: "Snowed In" cliché fic

I used to be fairly fascinated with the snowed-in cliché fic, from childhood, you understand, even before I encountered the popular and thriving version of it that exists in the paperback romance novel genre. Now, up to the age of seven I lived in Kansas, Canada and upstate New York, and frequent visits to Kansas and Washington DC throughout the rest of my childhood made sure that I wasn't unfamiliar with snow, but the last time I saw huge drifts of it was at dad's old bff's old farm in upstate New York, where we went out sledding on hills covered in tremendous snow drifts, and I sank in sometimes to the thighs of my little snowsuit when I walked. But that was a distant and exotic memory; as a city girl, most of my acquaintance with snow - even the healthy amount that lets you build snowmen - was at most four or five inches, I guess. Rarely that. So blizzard fic held a thrilling threat, a frisson of the unknown and fantastic.

Well, it's been quite a while since I've read any serious paperback romance type blizzard fic - kind of odd since I read so much slash, but what can you do? I guess media fandom is moving away from that type of plot nowadays - so when I started rereading one today, the blizzard scene became distinctly surreal. There are still echoes in my head of the impressions I used to hold about it, formed, no doubt, from the Little House on the Prairie books at an impressionable age. But now I'm like: "Wading through calf-high snow? But what's the big deal? That's fun!" and I can't help thinking this heroine is a moron if she lives anywhere in New York at all and doesn't have appropriate outer garments for that.