Happy August, everyone!
What kind of songs would be out there about Captain America? What kind of songs would be out there about Steve Rogers? How would he feel about that? How does a man who’s spent 70 years at the bottom of the ocean get caught up on generations’ worth of music? (Is kissing somehow involved?) What are the bands that a time-displaced kid from Brooklyn would connect with? Are we so sure that line about the barbershop quartet was a joke?
Fics, art, meta, filk, playlists: whatever you can think of! For easy finding, tag it ‘national manthem’
Go forth and have fun!
The ER rewatch that my mother and I are conducting has taught us two things.
1) We remember a lot more about the early seasons than we thought we did, but simultaneously have apparently forgotten gigantic storylines. What this means is that we’ll start an episode and end up weakly flapping our hands at the screen as we laugh because we’ve just recognised ‘that guy’ and we remember where the story goes, but we’re befuddled by large overarching happenings because we don’t remember any of it. So, in the last episode we watched we remembered the tie-dye wearing nurse trainee who wept with the patients and caused Carter to look even more horribly confused than usual, but had entirely forgotten about the whole Baby Suzie storyline.
2) The paramedics are really hot.
I had as moral an upbringing as a fundie could hope for. We went to church twice a week, we talked about Jesus, the family prayed together, we read a devotional pamphlet at mealtimes. My mother was deeply devout. My stepfather was a neurotic slimeball, I’ll grant you, but he was the sort of slimeball that attends Church discussion groups and was condescendingly Christian in a major way. Prior to that, we were Catholic. The notion of sex before marriage was never anything BUT taboo. You didn’t do it. My grandmother’s serial marriage sprees were basically the Catholic version of sleeping around, but she, by god, did it by the Book, even if the paperwork occasionally got crossed. One Did Not Have Sex Outside of Marriage.
And at no point in my entire childhood, as I contemplate it now, did it ever occur to me that this applied to me.
Sex is the best example of this, but many of the other conventional moral teachings can also be slotted in. Sin did not worry me. Yes, people could sin, in general, but me, specifically? Nah. Obviously if I did it, it was for a damn good reason. (Thankfully, we left Catholicism before my first confession, or this attitude would probably have gotten me into serious trouble.)
This sounds like raging egotism, I realize, and of course it is, since I was a kid. Kids are compassion and cruelty and curiousity, wrapped up in solipsism and leaking random fluids. But it wasn’t that I thought I was above sin, or perfect, or anything like that. I would have been shocked by the very idea. I just…didn’t think it applied. If there was a box marked “sin - Yes/No?” I would have written “N/A.”