Birds are singing from the modern concrete and glass architecture inside Bangalore International Airport. It’s 4:30 a.m. here; Katie and I are waiting for Sandeep to arrive. Apparently my bags were lost in London, so I won’t have them till tomorrow. But, unusually wisely, I packed my mom’s cookies AND a change of clothes before coming here. Those two comforts, coupled with these airport birds, tell me that I’m going to be okay.
What I did while flying:
Watched The Bourne Supremacy.
Read Esquire.
Talked to Katie about her chick flicks. Also, regretted that they made her tear up, but I suppose that’s success.
Read Katie’s Cosmo.
What I learned (brace yourself for the English major here):
Jason Bourne is on a quest to assert his identity and agency after having been the US military’s man-Swiss-Army-knife for far too long, but his former bosses still think they can control him. Esquire represents a Bourne-esque struggle to wrest male identity from the grips of the mainstream, the mass-market, the bureaucratic, and, of course, the effeminate. I’d have to do more research, but I imagine this trend may be common to a lot of man-culture. Now, as Katie explains it, a chick flick is resolved when the (unusually attractive) female lead is accepted by the (muscular) male despite all her (endearing) quirks. Cosmo, like the chick flick, strives to satisfy male standards rather than creating an identity apart from them. I think this is sad. I think we need a female Jason Bourne. Although perhaps she should be less muscular than Jason.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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