Pop Culture…Literary Theory. It’s all the same.
Dear Zizek!
We did it! We made it to the end of literary theory —almost. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to write about you! again; you! see, you! were in my last post too.
Legally Blonde Final
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In Legally Blonde, “We did it!” is how Elle Woods finishes her valedictorian speech to the Class of 2004 of Harvard Law School. She throws her hands up in the air and squeals. I emulated her in my elementary school valedictorian speech; the response was laughter, whether jeering or not, I did not care much; I wanted to be Elle Woods, an independent woman who eventually rejects the man for whom she had gone through so much trouble, gets a law degree from Harvard, and wins a high-profile court case against almost everyone’s expectations. Is this embarrassing yet? Throughout my entire childhood, I always wanted to be Elle Woods; I still do, in fact, but I find myself wondering whether Elle Woods and countless other role-models such as Cristina Yang of Grey’s Anatomy, who embody fiercely independent women —notice I don’t use the verb to be — whether they are simply black holes, figments of the imagination, onto which I project my own, even inaccurate (due to all the hailing) desires. I guess I already know the answer, but what fun is that? When, according to you!, it’s all about the process. Anyway, what if everyone is the knight, especially in this culture where better is never good enough and best is impossible? What if everyone is a masochist? I think you! would agree, if you haven’t already stated it, that masochism is indeed universal and that we all have an eternal desire to be in the progressive and repeated state of desiring whether the object of desire is physical pleasure or not.
As human beings, we have an irritating tendency to look to the future and set “goals.” To make these goals, we tend to look toward someone older or more advanced in some area in order to do so; we have to build on what we already know, so we choose our role-models. Just like the knight cannot see the Lady for who she really is, we cannot see who our role-models really are, whether they are distant celebrities or our friends and family themselves. We see their Ideal-I in place of their scattered mess, namely, what they choose to express, and we are completely ignorant to what they have chosen to censor after a life-time. Therefore, we are left with a limited, censored, and edited version of themselves, Freud’s typical dream, a selfie, an instagram portfolio, if you will pardon my jargon, a black hole, or a distorted view of things. This distorted image of the other which the other voluntarily provides incites a desire because the other is perfect and we are this uncensored, scattered mess who cannot reach our Ideal-I. This is where I would argue against Lacan. When we look in the mirror, we do see the ideal version of ourselves, and, yes, internally, we are forever incompatible with the perfect, complete version of ourselves, but I would emphasize what Lacan does not, if I understood him correctly. The mirror stage is more than a solidifying stage en route to identifying yourself as separate from others; it is a stage in which you realize you are separate from yourself, which is all the more terrifying and not the least bit relieving because, due to censorship when engaging in the creation of intersubjective meaning, everyone else has seemingly achieved the Ideal-I already.
Since the mirror stage, we are incomplete, severed, and the possibility of desiring provides us with relief from that concept because when desiring we are at least trying to become whole again. Once we see the lady for who she really is, our outlet is destroyed. Moreover, once we see the lady for who she really is, our entire world is destroyed. Imagine knowing the censored parts of everyone or seeing everyone as dehiscent messes. There would be no boundaries or defining lines which order in our society demands. Our world depends on desire or unattainability, that black hole, the unattainability of the Ding an sich within us and without us.
Zizek!, I still want to be Elle Woods, but now I know she isn’t the Lady I thought she was.
P.S. You should watch 500 days of Summer. Joseph Gordon Levitt, who plays the protagonist,Tom Hansen, will tell you why.
Tom develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.
Okay, JGL doesn’t know that it’s impossible to fall in love with the actual person, but everything else he says is pretty spot on.




