dreadedcandiru2: (Snarky Candiru2)
Of course, the need to tilt at windmills is the end result of a depressingly common phenomenon. As history teaches us, the more obvious it is to an outsider that an idea or a policy is a complete non-starter that only serves to make the lives of those who embrace it worse, the more rabidly said horrible idea will be embraced and defended. The prototype of this is watching someone suggest to the Round-Headed Kid that he's stupid to think Lucy will let him kick the football; the result is his defensive blathering that he WILL kick the football to the moon because the alternative of not blindly charging into another humiliation is scarier than having the ball yanked away at the last second by a budding sociopath.

This is why Elly can no more admit that Farley isn't a person in a dog suit who simply refuses to listen to her out of spite and selfishness than she can admit that she's stupidly pitting her children against one another. This is because she sees having to follow the advice of someone who actually has some idea of what dogs are all about as being a humiliation and defeat because of her need for credibility. Just as she won't admit that Mike isn't trying to eat her brain because she has to sacrifice her real credibility as a loving parent he can talk to on the altar of the fake credibility of not abandoning dumb ideas that don't work, she can't admit that Farley will never be a person and treat him like an animal because that would mean she actually did waste her time on a folly.
dreadedcandiru2: (Snarky Candiru2)
One of the more amusing elements of Marian's liography is that her asshole dad had a dog he doted on. He could never bring himself around to the idea that Marian was fully human and deserving of love and trust and respect because she was a she but his freaking dog was the bee's knees, the wasp's elbows and the erogenous zones of any number of insects. The natural end result of this was, of course, to make Marian think that dogs were bad news because it was easier for her to attack a symbol of her crappy childhood than to actually confront the old jerk. By saving her family from dog ownership, she clearly seems to have believed that she was saving them from the horrors that were the inevitable result of having a dog around.

I should also tend to think that any interest in dogs Elly might have displayed as a child would have been stifled by playing on an exaggerated fear of disease and injury. It's like how one of my more delightful relatives convinced one of my more suggestible nieces that the merest exposure to ham would cause her to drop dead on the spot of a rampaging case of trichinosis. We might have convinced the poor sap that she isn't going to fall down dead but she still won't touch the stuff. Similarly, Elly might intellectually know that dogs aren't all trying to bite her and give her the rabies but any curiosity she might have had about them died pretty much the same time that Elvis told us not to step on his blue suede shoes.

The reason that I mention this is that Elly was prevailed upon to get a dog because another old lady with her head up her arse thought it would teach her responsibility. Given Marian's clear belief that only women who've been beaten down by tyrannical old men accept the four-legged symbol of patriarchal domination, it's probably the case that the old bat is less willing to respect Elly because, yes, she's taking orders from a mutt like a sucker instead of standing her ground and pretty much screaming at a windmill and declaring her intent to slay the obvious monster.

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