I think one of the reasons the Harry Potter Epilogue was so poorly received was because the audience was primarily made up of the Millennial generation.
We’ve walked with Harry, Ron and Hermione, through a world that we thought was great but slowly revealed itself to be the opposite. We unpeeled the layers of corruption within the government, we saw cruelty against minorities grow in the past decades, and had media attack us and had teachers tell us that we ‘must not tell lies’. We got angry and frustrated and, like Harry, Ron and Hermione, had to think of a way to fight back. And them winning? That would have been enough to give us hope and leave us satisfied.
But instead. There was skip scene. And suddenly they were all over 30 and happy with their 2.5 children.
And the Millennials were left flailing in the dust.
Because while we recognised and empathised with everything up to that point. But seeing the Golden Trio financially stable and content and married? That was not something our generation could recognise. Because we have no idea if we’re ever going to be able to reach that stage. Not with the world we’re living in right now.
Having Harry, Ron and Hermione stare off into the distance after the battle and wonder about what the future might be would have stuck with us. Hell, have them move into a shitty flat together and try and sort out their lives would have. Have them with screaming nightmares and failed relationships and trying to get jobs in a society that’s falling apart would have. Have them still trying to fix things in that society would have. Because we known Voldemort was just a symptom of the disease of prejudice the Wizarding World.
But don’t push us off with an ‘all was well’. In a world about magic, JK Rowling finally broke our suspension of disbelief by having them all hit middle-class and middle-age contentment and expecting a fanbase of teenagers to accept it.
Also. Since when was ‘don’t worry kids, you’re going to turn out just like your parents’ ever a happy ending? Does our generation even recognise marriage and money and jobs as the fulfillment of life anymore? Does our generation even recognise the Epilogue’s Golden Trio anymore?
where is my ‘president bartlett meets the newly found captain america’ fic this is a thing i need.
OMG. YES. SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS.
I uh, I think I can.
President Bartlett scrubbed his face. Thing hadn’t been going so well, lately – in fact, they’d never really gone well at all since he’d set foot in this damned House – but he was almost, almost out, and it seemed like God was going to grant him at least one good thing in the history books.
As he’d heard it, Special Agent Mike Casper – now with another section of the alphabet soup – had called the White House with the best news that any of them had heard in some time.
They’d found Captain America’s fallen plane.
Even better, they’d found Captain America still in it.
Best still, they’d found him alive.
Bartlett would leave the medical hows and whys up to Abby to figure out. His brain was geared towards mathematics and economic theory, and after seven God-awful years in this town, finally politics. He didn’t need his (remaining) advisors to tell him that just the news of finding the plane boosted his ratings, but now that he was going to actually meet the man who’d gone down in it, he was nervous.
He was the President of the United States of America, and he was nervous.
Jed wondered if the man was just as nervous to meet him.
Charlie announced the man, and Jed stood up, greeting the man with a strong handshake and a smile.
Good God was that a bad mistake. The man was strong!
“You know, I used to collect comic books about you,” Jed started, as he came back from out behind the desk. “I wasn’t old enough to see you when you came through New Hampshire, though. I think I was all of two.”
The other man grinned reflexively.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. President.”
“The honor’s mine,” Jed said, walking over to the chairs in his office. “Come on, have a seat. I’ve been warned that I don’t have much time, but as the rest of the day is going to be filled with reading briefs about things that other people can fill me in on better, I’ll think they’ll forgive us. Coffee?”
“Oh, uh, thank you.”
The coffee set was brilliant, and the coffee even better. Steve looked around at the paintings and the furniture in the Oval Office while he was drinking.
“It’s changed a bit since you’ve been in here last, hasn’t it?” Jed asked, following Steve’s eyes.
“With all due respect, Mr. President, most things have.”
Jed grinned – he had a feeling the Captain would get along well with most of the people who’d been in his immediate staff at the White House – and pulled out a picture from a folder on the table.
“We actually – we dug through the White House records, and we found this picture of you and FDR from way back in 1944, while you were on your nation-wide tour.” The photo had been digitally enhanced and restored, with a copy brought to a quality that they simply couldn’t have had back in the 40s. “I was wondering… if you could do all of us here the honor of signing it?”
And at that, Steve was surprised. He’d been expecting a request of some sort (endorse my policy, endorse my presidency, go off to fight in my war, something along those lines), but this was oddly refreshing. The President handed him a pen, and Steve signed his John Hancock on the glossy page.
“Wonderful!” Bartlett said. “That’s wonderful! Charlie, see that someone gets this down to the Archives, and tell Annabeth to brag about it next time she can.”
Charlie was smirking and rolling his eyes as he walked away, and Steve almost felt like chuckling.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Jed began, leaning in, “what are your plans?”
“Yeah, your plans.” Jed could see that the other man was confused, so he pressed on. “I don’t give a crap about whether it’s to take a road-trip around America or buy a chicken farm, what are you going to do now that you’re here?”
Steve hadn’t been quite prepared for this. Sure, he’d been told that the sitting President was unusual, but he hadn’t in this time long enough to be able to tell what was normal and what wasn’t.
“I got some things to work out with the Army, some other things to do with the people who de-thawed me, and a few people to track down when that’s done, just to see if they’re still around. After that… well, I’m not gonna lie, I don’t have much of an idea what the future holds, but that road trip sounds kinda nice.”
Jed nodded – his friends were disappearing too, he understood too well. “As long as you’ve got something to go off of. I don’t got a lot of time left in this office, but whatever assistance we can give you, it’s yours, got it? Mrs. Fiderer’ll give you a card when you leave. Call it, and someone will pick up.”
“Yes, sir,” Steve said, blinking.
Charlie came in then, and tapped the President’s arm before leaving a message on the desk. The President picked it up, read it, and paled considerably.
“It seems out time is going to be cut short today, Captain Rogers. Japan decided that today was the best day to have a massive earthquake… extremely close to a nuclear reactor.” The President stood off, dusted his clothes, and then reached out his hand for another hand shake. This time, it was less forceful – Bartlett had learnt his lesson.
Steve was concerned – he didn’t know what ‘nuclear’ quite meant yet, but ‘earthquake’ never sounded good – and followed the President out of the Oval Office.
“I suppose duty calls, then?”
Jed chuckled. “I suppose it does.”
They parted ways then, a mess of people surrounding the Commander in Chief, and Steve was left with an overall good feeling for the meeting.
And if it made him a little more glad to be a Democrat… well, he wasn’t telling.
one thing I want to say today relates to my current job. (As you guys know, I’ve left off working in science labs to work an office job in sci comm. My role is kind of … nebulous and involves a lot of “oh, Elodie can help you with that, she does weird stuff. Train Elodie on that.”)
Because it’s an office job, the mentality is for everyone to present their workflows as incredibly difficult and skilled, requiring a lot of training and experience to do properly. Which is fair enough! These skills are difficult!
"Elodie, today we are going to train you to use… A HIGHLY COMPLICATED AND DIFFICULT WEBSITE INTERFACE. You will need to take a lot of notes and pay careful attention, because it is extremely advanced. ARE YOU READY"
"… This is Wordpress."
"…No it isn’t! it says something different at the top. And it’s very complicated, it’s not something you can just know already."
"Nah son, don’t worry, it’s Wordpress. I mean, God knows I don’t blog much, but I can manage me a bit of Wordpress, it’s cool."
"No. You can’t. Don’t worry, it’s very difficult. Now sit still and be trained on how to upload a photo to Wordpress."
"Elodie, do you think that you can MANAGE SOCIAL MEDIA? It is INCREDIBLY HARD and may involve THE HASHTAGS"
"… I think I’ll manage."
"Elodie, can you put a HYPERLINK in a thing? Think about it before you answer."
"Is it like a BBCode kind of thing, with the boxy bracket things, or do you want it in HTML, with like angley bracket things?"
"It is a button that you press that says HYPERLINK."
"I can do this thing for you."
"Elodie, can you write a punchy summary that will make people want to click on a special link that says "read more" to read all of the text?"
"Elodie, this is how to use TAGS on CONTENT. TAGS on CONTENT are important because - because of THINGS. Things that are too arcane and mysterious for anyone below the level of Manager to know."
"Cool, I can tag stuff for you."
"Elodie, this is obviously a ridiculous question, but can you edit videos?"
"Not very well, and only if you want to make it look like there is sexual tension between characters from different forms of visual media, or perhaps to make a trailer for a fanfiction? Which is not necessarily a good use of my time and I’m not sure why I felt it was so cool to do to begin with…"
"Actually, upon further reflection: no. No. Nope. I can’t edit videos. They’re completely beyond me. Not in my wheelhouse. Hate videos. Hate them. No innate skill whatsoever."
"That’s what we thought"
"Elodie?! You can use PHOTOSHOP?!"
"Yeah, I mean, I usually just use Pixlr. It’s free, it’s online, it’s powerful, you don’t have to download anything…"
"but you are not a GRAPHIC DESIGNER!!"
"Next you’ll be telling us you can MAKE AN ANIMATED PICTURE."
"I mean, I haven’t really done a lot of it since Livejournal, and they weren’t that good anyway, but yeah… I can do you reaction images."
"THAT IS WITCHCRAFT"
What I’m trying to say is: a lot of people talk a lot of crap about what we Millenials do on the Internet, because there is NO CAPITALISTIC VALUE in the screwing around we do with our friends. “Ughh why are you ALWAYS on the computer?” our parents whined.
"How did you make the text go all slanty like that?" our bosses wonder.
We have decades of experience in Photoshop. We know how to communicate; we can make people across the planet care about our problems. We know how to edit media to make two characters look like they’re having the sexual tensions. We can make people read our posts, follow us, share our content. We run and manage our own websites - and make them pretty. We moderate conversations, enforce commenting policies, manage compromises, lead battles, encourage peace, defend ourselves from attack, inspire others, and foster incredible levels of communication.
We produce our art. We advertise our art. We engage with others through our art. We accept constructive criticism and dismiss destructive trolling of our art. We improve our art. Our art gets better.
We narrate our stories.
All by ourselves. Our pretty blog backgrounds, custom-edited themes, tasteful graphics, punchy content, clever gifs, our snappy putdowns and smart-ass text posts, even our familiarity with fonts and composition - all of these skills we’ve casually accumulated for fun/approval are MINDBLOWING LEVELS OF COMPETENCE IN THE WORKFORCE.
When these skills are sold to you - when they’re packaged and marketed, and when you pay to consume them and have the Elders rate you on them - they are incredibly valuable. They are Media and Communications degrees. They are marketing internships. They are leadership workshops. They are graphics design modules. They are web design courses. They are programming courses. We are good at this shit; we have it nailed down.
You can’t put “fandom” or “blogging” on your CV, but you deserve to. You should get this credit. You should claim this power and authority.
Claim these skills. They are valuable. They are important.
Everything you have ever done is a part of your powerful makings.
They are actually glued to the yardsticks, which are then screwed into the wall. Basically you get a yardstick, and if it’s metal, you give it a good quick rubdown with steel wool, then clean it to get rid of the dust. Then you take a wood-and-metal glue (I use WeldBond) and spread a bit of it on the clothespin, just above where the metal spring cuts into the wood. Press it to the yardstick (I glued them every 2” but it would probably be less crowded if I had glued them every 4”) and once you’ve glued them all down, leave the yardstick for the glue to cure for at least 24 hours, longer in humid climates.
Most yardsticks have a hole on one end, but I had to drill holes on the other end to get a nail through.