My day can be summed up by two questions.
1. Rain, y u no turn in to snow?
It’s one thing to walk around town in the freezing cold and another to walk around in the freezing cold while it snows. It is a horrible thing to walk around town in the freezing cold while it rains. I love the rain; I do. But, when it is freezing cold, I would really love the rain to suck it up and give snow a chance. I don’t want to be doused in ice-cold water pouring from the sky when I can already barely feel my fingers and toes.
2. Werewolves, y u so ubiquitously confusing in the middle ages?
I’ve begun preliminary research for a paper on two specific instances of werewolves in medieval texts this week, and while I thought I was quite well-versed in medieval werewolf rhetoric and lore, I found that I am merely well versed in one aspect of it. I also found (though I suspected this from the start) that my investigation of these two specific instances leads me into commentary on about 10 other instances of werewolves in medieval texts. They’re everywhere. I swear, and just when I finally found myself comfortable maneuvering the rhetoric of werewolves as symptomatic of sexual deviancy and outlawry, I find that they apparently also stand for maintaining the status quo of Western hegemony and the hierarchy of social classes (an incredibly interesting and compelling argument that evokes several new readings of oft-quoted passages). O boy. Here we go again. I love learning all this new information, but just when I thought I had a solid framework for my paper, here comes the new werewolf paradigm to sit on the margins begging for a place in my inchoate text. At least my class was cancelled, so I have an extra two hours to work on this mess.
Anyone up for some An American Werewolf in London tonight. I promise this time I won’t jump out of my skin and fall off the couch (which I may or may not have done while screening this film for the first time at a friend’s apartment).