I’d tell you that it’s been a week of doing nothing too much but reading and being sick. On the bright side, Little Jedi has been with his dad this weekend, and Sam has been lots of help this week, and what I actually have isn’t contagious, so they aren’t in danger of catching it, and I haven’t needed to take care of him while I’ve been taking care of myself this week/weekend. That’s been nice, because I’ve been using the times when I’m not too heavily medicated to think as reading times, still prepping for comps. They’re still coming for me. The more heavily medicated times I’ve spent looking for Halloween costumes or arguing on the internet. Neither has proved entirely satisfactory an occupation, but they’ve both had their moments of charm.
Of course, they’ve both had their moments of being terribly un-charming, too. Like how many costumes for women (even the “scary” ones) seems to come sans-pants or with a tutu. Now I don’t really have anything against tutus or against women not wearing pants, but I’d like a little variety in my life. I like to wear pants. And there have of course been the “u’r so dum,” “you filthy feminist/liberal/insert-insulting-word-for-either-of-these-things” comments as I’ve been wandering throughout articles and comments sections that discuss the hacked celebrity photos, Louisiana’s recent marriage equality defeat, and the importance of defining consent.
I’m sure there’s connections between all of that, the costumes to the feminism, and they’re right there, but I’m still on some pharmaceuticals that don’t quite allow me to make all the leaps, and my coffee hasn’t really set in, either.
I’d tell you that I’m recovering fairly well from the pneumonia, but I’m a little tired of being in the house. I’ve been here without leaving (other than the trip to the ER and picking up Little Jedi from school one afternoon) since last Friday, so it’s been just over a week now. I tend to get a little stir-crazy without being let out of the house. But I’m going back to work Monday afternoon, and that’s my 2 hour commute, so that’s probably soon enough that I’ll be out of the house for a while.
I’d tell you that I’m participating in the Stage-to-Screen blogathon coming up in October, and I’ll be writing about adaptations of Peter Pan. This means I should start on my post now. Or a month ago, really. Peter Pan is one of the most perplexing, vexing texts out there—partly because there are so many versions. I wrote my master’s thesis on Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, Barrie’s precursor to the version that we’re more familiar with today. Peter was then an infant, and the story was a germ of what it would become on the stage and in the popular imagination. Barrie’s 1904 play brought us the more oft-rehearsed version of the story, and here we are still re-making it.
Just this week, for instance, the first still of the planned NBC live-production, featuring Allison Williams as Peter Pan, was released. It’s a little bizarre, but then again, these things generally are. Much has been made of the wardrobe, but I think it’s actually pretty sound. Fishnets are likely something Peter would have access to, and the traditional little green suit is still mostly intact. I suppose I’m fairly tolerant though, especially of Peter Pan adaptations, because they are so various and so extraordinary. It seems to be one of those stories that we’re able to use to re-map all kinds of things, from ideas about/challenges to domesticity and home to imperialism, manners, growing up, and gender/sexuality.
So be on the look-out, in mid-October, for me to be talking more about Peter Pan. And be on the look-out for other amazing posts in the blogathon. Special thanks go to Rachel’s Theatre Reviews and The Rosebud Cinema for creating and running something so fun.
And for now, I’ve got some eating and coffee-finishing to do. Look for Silent Sunday here tomorrow and our regular features to start up again this week, including Top Ten Tuesday, Wordless Wednesday, and the newly commissioned Thursday Thirteen!