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clutching at straw[berry blond]s
Nov. 13th, 2020 03:56 pmapparently there is a "what celebrity do you get told you look like" meme going around
i furrowed my brow at this concept and then remembered one time in school creative writing club when a... clubmate? co-clubber? wrote a haiku about me (i assume this was a mandatory group activity rather than an instance of stalky weirdness) of which the last line was "a female jarvis cocker"... i think this was on the strength of nothing more than my heavy-rimmed glasses? and maybe my bit-ginger-ness? although i don't think of jarvis cocker as ginger? maybe he was once?... it was meant as a compliment though, or at least i took it as one, even if in retrospect it turned out not even the non-jarvis-cocker part was accurate
ANYWAY
i have thought about that haiku a lot since the early 2000s (in my egg days i would always latch eagerly on to any external """confirmation""" of my """mannishness""" e.g. favourable comparisons with actual mans - the day i first came in with my new heavy-rimmed glasses and got compared to vic reeves, of all the gangly eccentrics, was a highlight of the decade). but never before have i thought about it in the context of "wait, who's someone else who keeps getting told they look like jarvis cocker?"
admittedly in that case it's on the strength of more than just their bit-ginger-ness, but... it's nice to be able to claim i have an Air of acaster about me, by transitive property ;)
more pertinently, of course, the last line of a haiku shouldn't have seven syllables.
in fact, as i dredge around in my memory, i become increasingly convinced the full haiku was:
Short ginger hair /
Thick black-rimmed glasses /
A female Jarvis Cocker
...none of which fits the syllable scheme at all. that creative writing club was a joke :P
the aside about vic reeves has actually reminded me that i was so proud of the comparison, having been vaguely aware of and appreciative of him in earlier childhood, that it sort of kickstarted me going "oh yeah, he's a person!" and digging out off-airs of his stuff from our VHS collection to rewatch out of curiosity/egocentricity, which... developed into a full-blown fannish obsession/crush lasting over a year XD it's a bloody wonder i didn't become a hard-core pulp fan after that haiku
i furrowed my brow at this concept and then remembered one time in school creative writing club when a... clubmate? co-clubber? wrote a haiku about me (i assume this was a mandatory group activity rather than an instance of stalky weirdness) of which the last line was "a female jarvis cocker"... i think this was on the strength of nothing more than my heavy-rimmed glasses? and maybe my bit-ginger-ness? although i don't think of jarvis cocker as ginger? maybe he was once?... it was meant as a compliment though, or at least i took it as one, even if in retrospect it turned out not even the non-jarvis-cocker part was accurate
ANYWAY
i have thought about that haiku a lot since the early 2000s (in my egg days i would always latch eagerly on to any external """confirmation""" of my """mannishness""" e.g. favourable comparisons with actual mans - the day i first came in with my new heavy-rimmed glasses and got compared to vic reeves, of all the gangly eccentrics, was a highlight of the decade). but never before have i thought about it in the context of "wait, who's someone else who keeps getting told they look like jarvis cocker?"
admittedly in that case it's on the strength of more than just their bit-ginger-ness, but... it's nice to be able to claim i have an Air of acaster about me, by transitive property ;)
more pertinently, of course, the last line of a haiku shouldn't have seven syllables.
in fact, as i dredge around in my memory, i become increasingly convinced the full haiku was:
Short ginger hair /
Thick black-rimmed glasses /
A female Jarvis Cocker
...none of which fits the syllable scheme at all. that creative writing club was a joke :P
the aside about vic reeves has actually reminded me that i was so proud of the comparison, having been vaguely aware of and appreciative of him in earlier childhood, that it sort of kickstarted me going "oh yeah, he's a person!" and digging out off-airs of his stuff from our VHS collection to rewatch out of curiosity/egocentricity, which... developed into a full-blown fannish obsession/crush lasting over a year XD it's a bloody wonder i didn't become a hard-core pulp fan after that haiku
