看完daria最后一集，电视电影“Is it college yet?”，我情绪实在太激动没办法不写一篇接近影评类的东西了。
There are lots and lots and lots of films and books about teenage-hood. There always were and probably always will be. But things (abominations is more the word for it, actually..- -) like High School Musical only make life seem even more fatally depressing than usual after a viewing. The predictable fairytale endings and [I]chirpiness[/I] of it all is enough to make me want to slit my wrists in a tank filled with starving sharks. In "real" life, the cute guy that sits next to you in class doesn't share with you a common passion for Haruki Murakami. Nor does he listen to much else other than Tupac. Nor can he refrain from falling asleep when watching films that don't include more than 90 minutes of bloodshed and gore. Nor -- and this point is crucial -- does he like you. Also note that bursting into song in the middle of an emptied school may be somewhat fun, but under no circumstances will a symphony strike up behind you, perfectly aware of what song you're singing and happening to know what exactly the accompaniment should sound like.
Not that Daria is entirely realistic either. I wish I had my own Jane Lane, and Trent, and Tom. I wish that being truthful and somewhat not as vapid (hopefully I'm not imaging this. xD) as most of the population of my high school would afford me some amazing insight about myself every once in a while. I wish that my parents actually DO secretly understand me. I wish that the people I find pretentious are, in fact, really pretentious (instead what I think sometimes -- that I'm just not into obscure music/movies/art/whatever enough to appreciate their stupid pretentious talk. So THERE)...etc etc These are but minor points, though, compared to what Daria is, overall. This is going to make me cringe, in a few years if not tomorrow..but Daria is the one thing that for sure guarentees the teenage outcast a sudden surge of warmth to the bosom and a striking realization of "Hey, perhaps I'm not the only one!!". Having her word, quite often, express almost exactly how I feel about certain aspects of my life gives me hope that perhaps this world isn't a disgusting "network" of "connections" and selfishness and injustice and stupidity and ignorance. I mean, she's produced by these producers right? Even people in the TV business are cool! All hope is not lost! Maybe I'll go to college and find some Jane Lanes of my own! Maybe even a Trent/Tom mash-up that will be the love of my life (okay I'm going too far and hoping too much here. But one can always imagine. Cuz Spongebob said so. So there.)! Maybe I WON'T be a loner for the rest of my life. Maybe next time I'm feeling really sad and alone, W won't be the only one I can call. Maybe I'll actually write something decent one day. Maybe I AM going to find something I'm really talented in. Maybe I'll find something I want to do for the rest of my life ('kay, fine, just something I don't abhor and detest myself for doing everyday. Orz). Maybe I'll be really content one day. At least that's how she makes me feel. - -||. That this teenage thing really won't last forever. That there ARE kindred souls out there (you know what Anne Shirley? I hate you. I've searching for kindred souls since grade 4. All because of you. And so far I've only found one. And she's just as/almost as/maybe even more weird than me. Which I suppose is good. Okay I've just lost my point. - -). [Gosh, all this emotion (mostly hopefulness and optimism) is really making me sick. I don't even need tomorrow to make me cringe. - -]
Sometimes I think (okay, OFTEN I THINK) that maybe I'm actually trying really hard to make myself "weird" and "different". Perhaps I'm not. Maybe, maybe probably, I'm just as mundane and boring as the next person. I'm not "destined for something great". I WON'T create anything worthwhile in my life. I won't ever become really really well-read and knowledgeable about everything. My converstional skills will remain forever awkward and awkward and awkward.. But one can always hope. xD
Maybe shutting myself in all day playing Princess Maker 3/reading books/cramming in world history/doing a Daria marathon for the first time in my life from 7 to 1 isn't such a good idea for a lass of my tender age (harhar, that was a joke. Laugh. - - Or something.)..But after watching Daria graduate high school (yes, wathcing a cartoon character graduate from a fictional learning institution often leads me to euphoric moments like this. It's true.), for some odd and inexplicable reason, I think everything will turn out to be okay.
本以为是青春剧，没想到是美式民主、教育、社会现象的幽默辛辣的讽刺剧。宝藏动画，相见恨晚啊！为什么没在教资考试前看到，这样就能对所谓“活动中心课程论”和“发现教学”有个直观了解，不过现在也不晚。
每集都会有一个话题或者原理，黛薇儿高中学校里处于倦怠期的冷漠的“僵尸”历史老师，软弱善良、思想过时的英语老师，以及经济学、艺术课的老师……这是一部合格的校园剧，因为它不只是现在大多数校园剧主角到处玩乐，让人怀疑:主角到底是不是学生？你滴高中我滴高中好像不一样~
《拽妹黛薇儿》会通过一集像上课一般，展示高中生的生活，包括课内外学习活动、社会实践和家庭生活，这对处于不同文化背景的我来说，没有太多经历上共鸣，但却是很新奇的视角。以及年轻人，全球的年轻人，虽然受过迥然不同的教育，身在千奇百怪的环境中，但思想仍有共通之处。
后记:
看完整个系列，非常优秀的动画，千人千面，画风简洁但人物各有特色，形象饱满，甚至傻傻的拉拉队员和她的四分卫男友也很可爱。
现在有点惆怅，就像海明威描述的“每次写完一个故事，就像做完爱后一样空虚。”也很感动，这个动画鼓励了我保持那种“反社会”的敏锐与锋芒，保持理想主义。
最后要大声嘶吼一句:
友谊天长地久！
刚看几集的时候真的差点错过这部好的动画，小学英语书式的画风，犀利讽刺的对白，加之几个傻白甜，然而这些却都成为了我爱上这部动画的因素。n 它在生活中真实存在，有擅长一切的好学生，有浑身铠甲的书呆子，有人缘爆棚的靓妹，有诉说心事的好姐妹。有成天腻歪在一起分分合合的情侣，当然也有互相挖苦维持表面和平的小团体，它就是生活。n 你会陷入谣言、被孤立，你会虚荣在意他人目光。你也会经历爱情的美妙，会在脆弱时收到朋友的鼓励与安慰，家人无私的关爱。n 剧终的时候真的看到泪目，我想大概亲情总是更戳人一些。父母从未觉得我们是负担，他们以最大的爱去包容我们，而我们却不知何时才能意识到作为他们的孩子也是一种骄傲。n 而无论我们曾经多么年少轻狂、不谙世事，亦或众星捧月、天之骄子，最终都会或美好或烦恼的成长起来。n 而如果可能，我愿你被爱包围，不忘初心，成为你想成为的人。
最近真是狂看高中生剧，euphoria里的美国teenager已经进化成某个奇幻樱桃物种了，还是Daria里的90‘s高中校园更让人亲切……
想起寒假回去老王家胡嗨，老王说起前几天高中同学讲到一些陈年八卦，老王表示“为什么我啥都不知道？？？”
该同学表示“你当然不知道，你高中天天跟那谁钻小图书馆么不是！”
well，“那谁”就是我。高中是一个漫长到看不到头的Daria期，戴着厚厚的眼镜，如无必要，勿添表情，每天回家啃《旧唐书》、《战争与和平》，爱好是看满屏血肉的HBO和食品加工视频。
因为几乎从来不参与任何青春期罗曼游戏，班里大大小小的热门男女都来找过我，倾诉一些微妙的感情，或者微妙的虚荣，再或者微妙的寂寞。
应试教育文化当然让我显得没那么misery，但我知道这不过是在miserably wasting my time。高三用一些博弈论给自己博到了一间空教室，现在想到做完一套化学题，猛然抬头看到电扇下灰尘漂浮的瞬间，金黄色的春天的灰尘，还是会在心里笑一笑。
有个规律是，保险牌总向往着掀翻牌桌，所以Daria们总会遇到Trent这样的人。怎么形容呢，大概就是所有高中生都把他当作是放射陨石时，我却看到了他划过天空的美妙轨迹。可惜我的认知让我不能忽略一个宇宙论的事实：这轨迹来自光年外，所以光芒死于百亿年前。眼看他楼塌了，去废墟中捡砖块为他建一个微缩堡垒，做了些这样的事情。
看到第一季末的时候想到很多故事，可能因为Daria这句话：
“So, tell me how you cope with thinking all the time, Daria, until I can get back to my normal vegetable state.”
“那谁”当时也是这么转译自己的社交功能的，事实证明这么多年过去了，嫩芽们长成老菜，“那谁”还在沉默地思考着。
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当你想问题想到和Daria一样通透的时候确实很难再笑出来了吧。大一那年第一次深入思考存在性问题的时候我陷入虚无主义的深渊之中，最后选择自救就索性放弃了这个议题。可是Daria不觉得自己miserable，一个不放弃思考并且和愚蠢的世界和平相处的高中生...我也想给她10刀给我上一课
There are lots and lots and lots of films and books about teenage-hood. There always were and probably always will be. But things (abominations is more the word for it, actually..- -) like High School Musical only make life seem even more fatally depressing than usual after a viewing. The predictable fairytale endings and [I]chirpiness[/I] of it all is enough to make me want to slit my wrists in a tank filled with starving sharks. In "real" life, the cute guy that sits next to you in class doesn't share with you a common passion for Haruki Murakami. Nor does he listen to much else other than Tupac. Nor can he refrain from falling asleep when watching films that don't include more than 90 minutes of bloodshed and gore. Nor -- and this point is crucial -- does he like you. Also note that bursting into song in the middle of an emptied school may be somewhat fun, but under no circumstances will a symphony strike up behind you, perfectly aware of what song you're singing and happening to know what exactly the accompaniment should sound like.
Not that Daria is entirely realistic either.
I wish I had my own Jane Lane, and Trent, and Tom. I wish that being truthful and somewhat not as vapid (hopefully I'm not imaging this. xD) as most of the population of my high school would afford me some amazing insight about myself every once in a while. I wish that my parents actually DO secretly understand me. I wish that the people I find pretentious are, in fact, really pretentious (instead what I think sometimes -- that I'm just not into obscure music/movies/art/whatever enough to appreciate their stupid pretentious talk. So THERE)...etc etc
These are but minor points, though, compared to what Daria is, overall. This is going to make me cringe, in a few years if not tomorrow..but Daria is the one thing that for sure guarentees the teenage outcast a sudden surge of warmth to the bosom and a striking realization of "Hey, perhaps I'm not the only one!!". Having her word, quite often, express almost exactly how I feel about certain aspects of my life gives me hope that perhaps this world isn't a disgusting "network" of "connections" and selfishness and injustice and stupidity and ignorance. I mean, she's produced by these producers right? Even people in the TV business are cool! All hope is not lost! Maybe I'll go to college and find some Jane Lanes of my own! Maybe even a Trent/Tom mash-up that will be the love of my life (okay I'm going too far and hoping too much here. But one can always imagine. Cuz Spongebob said so. So there.)! Maybe I WON'T be a loner for the rest of my life. Maybe next time I'm feeling really sad and alone, W won't be the only one I can call. Maybe I'll actually write something decent one day. Maybe I AM going to find something I'm really talented in. Maybe I'll find something I want to do for the rest of my life ('kay, fine, just something I don't abhor and detest myself for doing everyday. Orz). Maybe I'll be really content one day. At least that's how she makes me feel. - -||. That this teenage thing really won't last forever. That there ARE kindred souls out there (you know what Anne Shirley? I hate you. I've searching for kindred souls since grade 4. All because of you. And so far I've only found one. And she's just as/almost as/maybe even more weird than me. Which I suppose is good. Okay I've just lost my point. - -).
[Gosh, all this emotion (mostly hopefulness and optimism) is really making me sick. I don't even need tomorrow to make me cringe. - -]
Sometimes I think (okay, OFTEN I THINK) that maybe I'm actually trying really hard to make myself "weird" and "different". Perhaps I'm not. Maybe, maybe probably, I'm just as mundane and boring as the next person. I'm not "destined for something great". I WON'T create anything worthwhile in my life. I won't ever become really really well-read and knowledgeable about everything. My converstional skills will remain forever awkward and awkward and awkward..
But one can always hope. xD
Maybe shutting myself in all day playing Princess Maker 3/reading books/cramming in world history/doing a Daria marathon for the first time in my life from 7 to 1 isn't such a good idea for a lass of my tender age (harhar, that was a joke. Laugh. - - Or something.)..But after watching Daria graduate high school (yes, wathcing a cartoon character graduate from a fictional learning institution often leads me to euphoric moments like this. It's true.), for some odd and inexplicable reason, I think everything will turn out to be okay.