The setting was similar to the previous one, a university seminar. It was for a module called 'Utopias and Dystopias', which basically consisted of reading/watching/studying a shit load of culture in various forms in order to basically just discuss the concept of Utopia. Each week there tended to be a different tutor discussing something they're considered to be specialised in, and one week we got a feminist because it just wouldn't be university without a token feminist. She was discussing how Utopia and Dystopia alike are frequently tied in with Futurism. She was really tenuously linking shit back to Utopia; she was basically just talking about Science-Fiction. She came at us with a picture of the 50ft woman, from that film 'The Fifty Foot Woman'. Anyway, working that Futurist angle, she picked a 50s B-movie Science-Fiction film because the 50s are pretty famous for that shit, and because it was a time of great technological advancement, which obviously means shit is getting more utopiary. Haha, utopiary. Like the Garden of Eden eh? EH?! Anyway, I know it doesn't make sense much, I've actually been trying to figure out how she got away with chatting about what she did because in hindsight it doesn't seem terribly relevant. Fuck it anyway, it's not integral to the story. After discussing the 50ft woman, and her sexiness, and dystopianess (she was an apocalyptic event after all), she moved on to what was apparently a famous magazine at some point in time: Heavy Metal.
I should probably say at this point that this was a farce of a seminar, not because of the subject matter (although I guess I could say that), but because barely anybody turned up. People failing to turn up isn't uncommon but in a phenomenal twist of events, everybody apart from me and this dickhead I don't like failed to attend. The answer to why that happened eludes me. So it was me, señor dickhead, the tutor and her little apprentice. This I thought worth mentioning because at least there was some kind of damage limitation in place. I'm sure out of a full class (20-25 people), more of them would have picked up on my wee perverted fuck up.
Anyway, she showed us a cover from Heavy Metal which probably isn't representative of the magazine now I've researched it. It's usually some nerdy shit like this:
But this one was a portrait of female humanoid robot all in black (could have been latex if she didn't tell us it was a robot) sort of sitting back, with her plentiful bosom just well, right there. The tutor woman was relating the image back to the futurism as utopia thing her whole seminar seemed to rely on, and then she got her feminist on in way you can probably just imagine, because I forget what she actually said. At one point she asked my thoughts and I jumped right into my academic drivel. Towards the end I actually admitted to having seen the image before, and she was like "...you have?" and I said something like "Yeah, I remember it being something to do with Stephen King, but I'm not sure..."
Until now that was the end of that, but for a reason that I knew about 15 minutes ago and now can't remember, I just looked up Heavy Metal to see what it actually was. Wikipedia said this:
'Heavy Metal is an American science fiction and fantasy comics magazine, known primarily for its blend of dark fantasy/science fiction and erotica.'Hm. Erotica eh? Wonderful. I don't even know where I've seen it. I do actually think it was something to do with Stephen King, like an advert in one of his books or something. Ughhhh.
I wondered why she blanked me when she saw me at the bus stop after class. It makes sense now; because I'm basically this pathetic, misogynist nerd-fantasy cartoon fetishist to her.
I'm glad that was cleared up.
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