Well...I finally succumbed to a Facebook argument. ("Discussion")
I make it a point to never pick a fight online -- there's no point (usually). All it does is cause internet rage, which we all know is absolutely worthless. So I avoid it. I avoid politics, religion, and every other heated topic I can so that I don't have to waste time online dealing with trolls, haters and "idjits".
A long time ago, I watched a movie with my friend Stephanie. I didn't think my sister would like it so we discouraged her but she watched it with us and completely missed the point of the entire beautiful story. She trashed it and we still argue about it today. It's a sore topic with me because we're so different that I won't ever be able to explain properly in a way that she'll grasp.
So, my husband posts something about a new musical having to live up to this other particular one that he's loved for years and my sister starts in, whining about his lack of classical education.
...When the musical in question is a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice.
That did it.
I did not light into her (but I wanted to -- oh, how I wanted to!) but wrote a few paragraphs explaining the movie and what it all means and how there are so many wonderful, beautiful things about it.
She continued this morning with another ridiculous judgment and I wrote a couple more paragraphs concerning certain religious stories, the differences between those who love and those who judge, and generally told her that she was coming at it from the completely wrong direction.
And then (my family, excepting my brother and me, are Potter-haters) I repeated all the things that she purports to like and suggested she'd find all those things in the Harry Potter books (and then proceeded to drop my mic and walk away).
Why is it that we get so emotional about stories that mean something to us? This particular story is my third favorite film of all time (OF ALL TIME) and it has inspired my husband and myself to be artists.
I am extremely passionate about story, both good and bad. I don't believe I know everything or have all the right answers, but it does irk me to see (usually intelligent) people failing to grasp the truth and beauty beneath the world's ugliness or a different worldview.
I used to think I wasn't passionate about anything -- I worried that I'd just be one of those people that just drift through life with no aim or purpose -- I'd simply exist.
Then I started watching, listening to, reading and crafting stories -- and I fell even more deeply in love with the concept of stories (books were my constant companions as a child, but when I grew older I discovered an ardent love for serialized storytelling -- TV shows). Stories have the power to move generations, to uplift, to teach, to inspire, to reach into the future and share our lives with our children. They are powerful things.
Stories have helped people through depression (Evanna Lynch, who played Luna Lovegood in the HP movies), grief and despair (myself and countless others) and have changed the way we see the world (LOTR, Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Battlestar Galactica -- the re-imagining of the show, etc.)
I think we have a right to defend stories, to protect the right to craft story, and to educate those who may not be aware of the several levels going on all at the same time in a story.
Have you ever defended a story to someone? Would you (which one)? What's your favorite type of story-telling? And what story has changed your life?