The Gremlin's Wings

Welcome to the world of tomorrow!

(I could not resist the Futurama reference, sorry. Here is something a little classier for you.)

May you not screw up 2010, especially if you are a world leader. It is a new decade, a new time for discovery, change, and, as some like me want, a return to some of our space race ambitions: the exploration of space, to seek out strange new worlds, and to push the boundaries of human understanding of the universe, our world, and ourselves forward.

May you have a journey of self-discovery along the way.

Thank whatever deity is out there that the Christmas season is done…

So, what have I been doing? One thing that I did do today was start following a few links on Twitter and I ended up perusing Carrie Fisher’s Twitter page. Completely randomly, of course; I was clicking on people that were following William Shatner. It was while I was viewing her recent tweets when I saw this update, which contained a link to her blog, where I read this. (Sorry for doing that… but I noted a few people on Twitter were noticing that some tweets got deleted. I want to back my links up, just in case.)

Now, just in case some of you are wondering what the big deal is with this particular person, let me jog your memory for you:

…yeah. Princess Leia. Star Wars.

Anyway, there was this big blowup online where she was blasted because of how she looks now. Apparently people have taken the whole “let’s be jerks on the Internet” liberty and blasted Carrie Fisher about her looks, calling her “fat” and stuff like that. The Internet is useful for many things, and unfortunately this particular part is also what it is primarily used for: uncensored reactions that are saved forever.

For reference, this is a picture of Carrie Fisher that I found online from September 2009:

People blasted her for her appearance. And in her blog, which I linked above, she had this to say:

Amazing as this might sound, I BARELY eat a fucking thing, AND I exercise regularly, get  acupuncture—-AND I take hundreds of these enormous, annoying vitamins……but it would appear that between being 5 foot ONE & 53 years old (in 3 weeks), I’m not going to be shedding a bunch of pounds anytime soon…..I suppose I could completely STARVE myself, but then I wouldn’t have the energy to do my show, be myself AND (most importantly, of course) defend myself on the Internet to those I’ve been upsetting with my increased presence……..

I hate going on these talk show excursions, cause everytime I do, the Internet fills up with what a fat act I’ve become……

First off, sorry for the language. That is the only time I have sworn on this thing so far… and it was not me. Carrie Fisher made me do it.

Another thing I wanted to mention here is that… granted, that is sort of what I thought the first time when I saw this, too, I will not lie. It was the first thought that crossed my mind when I went looking at YouTube videos and saw a recent interview she did on a talk show. Then the second thing that crossed my mind was a sharp dose of perspective, and I believe this is something that culture as a whole has forgotten, and has largely glossed over:

• People change, especially over three decades; and
• The fact she did not dive into plastic surgery was awesome.

The fact that most people associate the Star Wars original trilogy with a good wave of nostalgia – and considering it is one of the most well-known movie series in the western hemisphere – it is not too surprising that people view her as still this young woman in their minds, especially those who are turned on by the first picture. But what people forget is that three decades have passed since A New Hope premiered. Harrison Ford has changed. Mark Hamill has changed – bad break for that guy, too. James Earl Jones and Alec Guiness are dead. Carrie Fisher has changed too.

I remember seeing Miss Fisher – I can not bring myself to call her by her first name, dammit, no matter how hard I try – in the first role I recognized her in outside of Star Wars: Austin Powers. I recognized her there, without having to re-watch the movie. Time is cruel to all of us, and Miss Fisher has had to battle a bi-polar disorder, drug addictions, and Internet trolls since then. Personally, I think she looks good; hey, I do not like the plastic surgery look popular in Hollywood, what can I say?

Who finds this sexy, anyway?

Notwithstanding, this is something that, I think, is a symptom of Western society as a whole. Apparently, if one does not find sex appeal in a person, especially in females, they are no longer relevant and subject to trashing. Males, on the other hand, unless they go bald, they can get sexier even as they age. Our youth-driven society that values looks over function is rearing its ugly head. But hey, that is what MTV is for, right? Glorifying beauty and youth over everything else? I mean, it was not founded for something silly, like music or anything like that.

If you have not guessed it, I am not really enamored with Western society’s “if I do not want to have sex with with it or view it as competition, it is not worth my time” kick it has been on, but I will admit, I have to fight those urges too; to judge something so readily on looks is a base human instinct. That which is ugly used to be that which could kill you easily. If you thought your baby was ugly back in the caveman days, you would probably eat it and kill off the human race. Desirability in mates is what we all have, but the problem is that we have that thrown into our faces by the media, and we are expected to discard those that have any imperfection, those that do not look like a perfectly-molded plastic doll. Especially in women.

Funny thing, I have heard that we are living in a “post-feminism” world. We are living in an era where women are expected to make their own way and be strong and independent, but still make the men pay for a dinner date. Where manly men are told that they are dinosaurs. Where strength is encouraged in females and feelings are encouraged in males (at least, these examples have been my experience). We silently accept this, because we see it as an inevitable struggle to fight the change in society that we cannot control.

I think people forget that a single snowflake can make the difference in between beautiful snowy scenery and an avalanche of destruction. Of course, one should be careful.

It takes someone to rally and challenge the norms, to strike out in the night and say, “Something is wrong with the status quo.” It takes one person to change the landscape of the world… Alexander the Great, Leonardo da Vinci, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Joan of Arc and others all did it. They saw something was wrong and did something about it. Granted, most of those fought in bloody wars, but the principle is the same, and should be remembered. I am trying to affect some change by pointing it out. If it is ultimately successful or not is up to chance, really. I know I do not have a particularly large audience with this, but I am trying, and that is the important bit.

I am trying to be that single snowflake.

I am unique, just like everybody else!

So, now, how does this all relate to Carrie Fisher? Well, in a way, the reaction to her was a symptom of a larger problem that Western society as a whole refuses to treat. To have a blow to your image like that is, I would think, pretty hard to even the strongest individual, and I think we should be giving her some positive comments. Personally, I think she looks great, a lot better than the molded plastic figures we have in show business today.

Since reality seems to be coming to the forefront in the entertainment industry, maybe we should be bringing our expectations back to reality as well.

The sound of dripping woke Harry from his reverie.

A single drop of water had fallen into the sink as he stood over it, followed a second later by another. The tap always dripped; he had never really bothered to get it fixed in the years he had lived in the small apartment. The darkness that surrounded him was unusual, though; he never stepped into the bathroom without turning on the light. In fact, he could not remember stepping into the bathroom, much less any of the time leading up to him standing there. Harry blinked again, not seeing much. A dull light came from the kitchen, allowing some light in to see his way.

“Harry, you’ve just not been sleeping well lately,” he finally said to himself, shaking his head at the entire situation. Sleepwalking was common in his family, and he resolved to himself that he must have been doing that. He looked down at himself in the dim light, and saw that he was not wearing his usual sleep attire; instead, he was wearing a black suit with a black tie and white shirt on underneath. He puzzled at this for a moment, at why he would don such clothing at this hour.

He moved to turn on the light, but noticed that his hands felt dirty. Rather than spread what dirt was on his hands, he decided to wash his hands right there. He adjusted the lever for the water with his wrist, then started to wash. He saw some form of dark liquid on his hands wash off into the sink, something which stunned Harry. His car had needed an oil change, but he could not remember doing it himself. He resolved to check his oil as soon as he was at the car; he might have been doing work on it while sleepwalking.

Water splashed him in the face from his hands, washing away the sleep from his eyes and helping him wake up even further. After living for so long in the one place, he had become accustomed to where everything was, and the towel was just in the place where he had left it. It was soon dabbing his face gently, the soft fabric absorbing the beading water on his brow and the palms of his hands.He replaced the towel, then turned on the light switch.

The lights came up, and he glanced around, seeing nothing amiss with the small bathroom. It was all as he left it before, and he smirked happily at this. With his sleepwalking experiences usually ending up in him haphazardly throwing spaghetti in the bathtub or something to that affect, Harry took solace that the dripping of the tap must have gotten him out of the haze of the sleepwalking experience before he had to clean up another food-related mishap… but groaned verbally as he realized the dirt on his hands, the dark liquid that he could not see, could have been red wine vinegar. He looked down and saw a tint of red in the sink. “Crap,” he cursed quietly.

That was going to be a mess he did not want to clean.

Slowly, Harry walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen, and was surprised to find that the place was spotless. Not a single drop of any red liquid anywhere… and not a single thing out of place, either. He ran a visual check twice, just to make sure he was not missing anything from his field of vision.

“The living room!” he suddenly exclaimed, running out of the kitchen and back down the small hallway to the living area. His heart was beating faster, hoping he had not damaged any of the fine furniture, the electronics equipment, or anything else in his sleep.

He stopped short as his eyes befell on the scene before him, growing wide to take in the scene before him. He coughed twice, then vomited up what was in his stomach, then pulled out his cell phone and walked away, frantically dialing the numbers on the phone.

“911 Emergency, do you require fire, police or ambulance?” a female voice said on the other end.

“Police,” Harry said, frantically. “There’s two dead bodies in my living room.”

No, I am not talking about a computer antivirus program. If you were expecting this topic, sorry. I am talking about virus vaccines.

I read a small article where someone actually did a sociology study on the distribution of a theoretical HIV vaccine. It was fascinating to see, mostly because it was an article that was more unique than other articles I have ever seen. Instead of listing results for one country – which has been done – the main researcher collected data from three different countries in the world for this study’s content.

While every study I always have to take with a grain of salt to make sure that I know that it does not represent all people, I can relax a bit on this one. (I still am, by the way; people can influence numbers to say what they want.)

I am just going to go out and say it: HIV scares the crap out of me. It is a deadly virus, in most cases can lead to AIDS, and you can get it from something as simple as having sex with someone (or contaminated blood). There is no known cure, but there are drugs that can help prolong lives and stuff.

In the early 90′s, there was a big awareness campaign about it. You could not see any awards show, for example, without the red ribbon that I show above here on any celebrity throughout the show. It fell out of favor after a couple of years, of course, just like most Hollywood trends.

I wish Hollywood would get tired of this trend, though. Paris, you are ugly, and you are not news. GTFO.

Most people know, however, the threat is still around. AIDS was not exterminated; some say the figures may be as high as 1 in 3 people in Africa are infected with HIV. Tens of thousands of people are infected with the virus in each North American country, if not hundreds of thousands. There is no denying that it is an epidemic, and for a lot of people, it is a death sentence.

I know there is some around that will say the HIV virus is God’s way of smiting the wicked or something like that. I disagree with this statement, since I do not believe a god could be that cruel. What I do believe, though, is that people whom have made the lifestyle choice to put themselves at risk for this virus should not be punished for making that choice, no matter how much I disagree with it personally. Furthermore, for those that do not believe there should be a HIV vaccine because it is “God’s will for the wicked to be cleansed”, do you also believe that a “pure” woman whom was raped should also be subject to God’s judgment in such a manner?

I believe I developed a bit of a tangent from my main point, so allow me to return to it. In the article, I was particularly drawn to this:

We all have our way of thinking and frankly most of us associate vaccines with ‘Okay, now I’m fine.’ The other thing, though, is sometimes we associate vaccines with “Okay, that means that you are going to put a bit of flu inside me.” … Imagine when people think you are going to put a little bit of HIV inside me, [even though] it’s not the case.

This particular part struck me, as I have used the same argument about flu shots. I do not exactly like getting the flu shot, specifically because the vaccine uses a dead version of the virus to allow the body’s immune system learn how to attack the real virus, so then when exposed to the virus the body then can combat it effectively (at least, that is how I understand it). One thing that made more sense about an eventual HIV vaccine: the government would never allow someone to inject another with any form of the HIV virus (at least the Canadian government would not), unless it was proven it works without risk of the person… you know, dying and all that. The version used in testing right now is synthesized to not use the virus, unlike the flu shots.

It leads me to the very obvious question, though, the one I want to base this post on:

If an HIV vaccine was put out tomorrow, would people take it?

It is a legitimate question. I know I definitely would, due to the fact that I would rather be protected against something that could possibly kill me, but would others? Would people in religious communities be shunned for getting a vaccine because of the social stigma surrounding HIV infection? Would the price be too high? Are the side effects bad?

Will taking the vaccine make Vin Diesel ever wear a leather kilt again?

It is a good question. Maybe someone should ask the Pope about it. Yes, I am serious. It would answer a lot of questions right there and then, would it not? It would definitely answer the religion question, and since churches in general tend to dictate behavior in the bedroom and a good majority of the world is religious in some form or another (not to mention that Christian aid organizations are pretty big players in developing countries), it is a valid philosophical question… not the kilt question, but the rest of it.

How will we answer it? I sincerely hope that a lot of the answers come from a personal viewpoint and not a big viewpoint like the Pope or another religious leader, because we need to stamp this out now. HIV has taken too many people away that could not even live up to their own potential as people.

Rest in peace, Freddie. (What? I do not have to put jokes on ALL my picture captions!)

The same can be said for any vaccine. We just hope it does not turn out to be a worldwide placebo, and help the world get over one of the deadliest epidemics to affect the world since the Black Plague (in my opinion only; that may not be a statement of fact).

By the way, I am going to pimp something out here: the World Community Grid. Got a computer that you leave on and are not using all the time? Why not let it crunch a science project for FightAIDS@Home? I challenge you to beat my statistics; I have run over a year of processor time for FightAIDS@Home, and I am proud to donate my spare CPU cycles to a worthy cause such as this.

Now, the vaccine for HIV is many years off – I will be truly surprised if it comes any sooner than five years in the future – but finding out the social impact now of such a breakthrough would be a great thing. I know there are people dying in Africa right now of AIDS – ironically, the one that is rampant through Africa, the place with more HIV infections, is of a different subtype compared to the ones researched in North America, where there is less infected people – and this thing is one of the more adaptive viruses that has ever existed. We should be looking at curtailing this however possible; I would prefer to take all people into the future, if possible.

Let us all hope for a world where we have destroyed this virus, and there is no new outbreaks.