Saturday, October 27, 2007

Imagine my amusement, when J.K. Rowling announced that every one's favourite wizard Dumbledore is gay. I don't want to bring politics and such into this, I'm rather amused, but I reserve my comment, it's a story after all. But it must be the subject of consternation to some the more conservative members of our society.

Oh the joy! Imagine such an incorruptible figure as dear old Dumbledore, wise and worldly, incapable of wrongdoing, and a hero in the eyes of many. And he's gay. That must hurt, for some. After all, do we not create heroes in our own image? Idealised versions of ourselves, that we can aspire to.

That's the evil half of me grinning away again. Oh the (mental) chaos, the bruised egos, the 'betrayed' faces, if you know what I mean.

It's a low blow to some, I reckon. A cheap shot. An underhanded shard of information that sneaks through mental filters and terrorises the other occupants of our heads. It must be having a jolly good time there, running amok and kicking over the furniture.

Good times, aha!