I discovered recently that it doesn’t matter what the content of a musical is, I fucking can’t stand musicals. Alison Bechdel’s comic Fun Home has been turned into a Broadway musical. It’s a big deal not least of which because it’s the first time Broadway has ever had a lesbian lead. That’s sad when you think about it, pitifully sad.
Point is, listening to snippets of the songs on NPR I wanted to shoot myself in the head. I can’t stand singing. Recently, my wife received Into The Woods from Netflix. Watching that was just painful. It reminded me how wretched the Sweeney Todd film was.
If you like musicals, then great. I don’t care. I’m not saying you shouldn’t watch them or enjoy them. I’m saying I’ve discovered that it’s not the content or the actors or directors that I have a problem with, but rather I genuinely hate the genre.
But it got me thinking about Bechdel. I really enjoy her work and I’m glad to see her work getting the recognition it deserves. I love that her Bechdel Test has become so prominent in the film, television, comic, gaming, and literary worlds. And it made me wonder how my own novels would stack up. Am I writing an inclusive fantasy story or simply throwing more male hetero-cis shit into the world? I can’t change others but I can control what I do, so I had to ask, Would my books pass the Bechdel test?
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