Tag Archives: Popular Culture

The Inevitable Slip-Up (The Didactic Express: Day 9)

I honestly don’t know how people like Batman and Spider-Man can do it; I begin to question whether it is even possible to get away with a secret identity. Take myself, for example. I thought that I was being so … Continue reading

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The Doctor to the Rescue?

It will likely come as little surprise to any of my regular readers that I am a great fan of the Doctor Who¬†franchise (I watched the old Tom Baker episodes in reruns when I was a child; I recall being … Continue reading

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The Didactic Express

If there’s one thing that I truly hate about children’s television programs (North American ones in particular) it is this: the bizarre need to shoehorn a moral lesson for the child to learn into every episode. Anyone who grew-up in … Continue reading

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Of Nightmares

I’m not the world’s biggest fan of the TV series Community (mainly because I think the principle character, Jeff Winger, is an insufferable, unsympathetic asshole and I just wish that someone would punch him every time he speaks) but one … Continue reading

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Do the Dew

When I was about twelve or thirteen years old, I recall hearing a rumour circulating around my school that the soft drink Mountain Dew reduced the volume of the testicles of males who consumed it. More sensational versions of this … Continue reading

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Transsexuality in Pop-Culture: A Hot Tr***y Mess

Inspired by this post by Dil Wickremasinghe, I thought I would write a bit about depictions of the transsexuality in the media. I don’t live in Ireland, so I’ve not seen the advertisement in question. However, as a transwoman, I … Continue reading

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Something Mystifying

Upon lining-up to buy my groceries, I can always expect to see row after row of dubious publications printed on low-quality paper, bedecked with photographs of orange-complexioned Humanoid things in various states of states of anguish with salacious headlines narrating … Continue reading

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