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April 17, 2014

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Frozen: What exactly is Disney trying to say?

By Daniel Konicek Disney is still the master at capturing the public consciousness with their productions, be it pirates, frogs or whatever Pixar is making. The mega-hit “Frozen” however has surprised me with the type of publicity it has created. Beyond the countless, inescapable renditions of the songs, people are talking about how the movie is about mental illness, homosexuality, sex-positivity, and Christianity. How exactly does one movie mean so many things at once? “Frozen” invites such interpretation by virtue of being so well written. Elsa, heir to the throne, was born with the power to create and control ice. This power, while potent, is also quite dangerous. She shuts herself away

Christ when looked at a certain way. “Let It Go,” the self-acceptance anthem to end all anthems, is going to be viewed as promoting all sorts of movements, be they sex-positive or pro-gay or something else entirely. The screenwriters could have meant to include all this charged sub-text. It could have also been a complete accident. I think that the themes of self-acceptance, maturity, and social-anxiety are fundamental enough to help audiences understand these big issues, but not specific enough for the issue to feel simplified, which is exactly the purpose of a good fairy tale. In the end, what Frozen is really about may not be as important as how people perceive it. It’s message of acceptance as well as overcoming fear and pain for the sake of love, those are pretty universal values that Disney is not a stranger to. The trick that “Frozen” does so well is how much it escapes the predictable story formula, keeping things familiar but original enough to surprise audiences. It’s not a perfect movie, and its not a revolution, either, but it has definitely struck a chord with audiences the world over.

Art is a talent that can be learned

By Daniel Konicek I don’t go a single quarter here at Pierce without hearing another student mention how wretchedly awful they are at art. “Oh, I can’t draw,” they say, as if their mere touch will set paper and canvas aflame, destroy the building, and release the bubonic plague. They do not dare attempt this “art” thing, lest their clumsy attempt destroy us all. This senti-

ment, however, is misguided. Art is a skill, and skills can be learned. Given enough time and practice, passable art is achievable by anyone. Expressing ideas and emotions through visual means is something humans have instinctually done for millions of years. For instance, one can wave a friendly hello, a sad hello, or a sarcastic one. It is the same action, but flavored with intent and personality. Acting, dance, calligraphy, painting, and other forms of art at the least require these things. And who can really judge a drawing as unsuccessful? Art is such a broad medium. Really, as long as it looks good, anything goes. There are a huge amount of simple doodles and shapes in popular culture from a vast variety of very different artists and designers.

One can admire artists who strive for photorealism, but if one can’t replicate their style that makes them no less of an artist. There is still skill involved. Any accomplished artist is always working diligently to learn all they can, and above all practicing. There are rules of design, but new artists should not be intimidated. The artistic history of the world is open to all, to inspire and guide artists as they learn. The act of creating art should be a joy, and developing skills should be liberating. So keep doodling and keep sketching, doing whatever is fun for you. Nobody starts out as an expert, and nobody expects you to be one. As long as one enjoys art, then there is no real harm, and one day the pages of goofy doodles may pay off in a big way.

The Vagina Monograph

Marty Lobdell As my monologue has done so well, I thought I would try a monograph. First off, I am not a hollow tube as portrayed in some books. My walls are actually collapsed unless something is inside me. My name, “vagina,” comes from the Latin word for “sheath,” which is a good description of me. I am four to five inches long, but I elongate more when aroused. I am also incredibly elastic; so much that a baby can pass through me (circa 4 inches in diameter) and then I can return to nearly my original diameter. You can’t see my entrance unless the labial folds are pulled back. I am a little put off when people refer to the entire genital area as “the vagina.” The external genitals are correctly called “the vulva” (not to be confused with a Swedish automobile). I am part of the internal genitals, thank you. Sometimes I become a little too loose. This

is mostly due to the pubococcygeus muscle losing tone. This can be helped by doing Kegel exercises (also called perianal squeezes). This is the only exercise that I enjoy and it requires no special clothing or apparatuses. I also do a neat trick when aroused. The outer third of my sheath engorges with blood and snugs down on whatever is inside me. Drs. Masters and Johnson called this the “orgasmic platform.” This gives me a one-size-fits-all quality so that only extremely thin or thick objects feel different inside of me. I believe in taking care of myself. Therefore, I am a self-cleaning organ. Using douches and other cleaners is not necessary. In fact, douches may upset my pH balance and encourage infections. If I smell bad or have a nasty discharge, I am most likely infected. My owner should see a doctor to get me back to health. I am also self-lubricating. Unfortunately, I sometimes produce inadequate amounts of lubrication when I am older or if I have been aroused for too long. Saliva can work in a pinch; however, clever owners keep a personal lubricant on hand to give me help when needed. Never put petroleum based lubricants in me, they gum-up my self-cleaning function and they can weaken a latex condom. Use water soluble lubricants that work well with my self-cleaning function.


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from her sister and her people, feeling that it is safest for everyone involved, but feels tortured as her powers become harder and harder to control. The magic of the writing, and the thing that has everybody talking, is in how this is executed. Both Elsa and her sister Anna tell very different variations of the same tale: arrested development. Anna bounces and leaps and takes naïve risks, her body filled to the brim with eager energy with little filter. Elsa is stiff and reserved, her movement jerky with torturous anxiety as everything keeps slipping out of control. The both of them are unhappy, but their actions only serve to make it worse. When audiences look at these two characters and the way they interact, it should be expected that something greater than a fairy tale comes to mind. Mental illness is an easy one to see with Elsa’s mantra of “Conceal, Don’t Feel,” a phrase that should strike a chord with anyone suffering from some mental malady. Personally, as someone that lives with depression, that was my first thought. Anna’s mission to bring her sister out of her isolationism does make a good analogue for the story of


I am not as sensitive to touch as my close neighbor “the clitoris.” Most of my sensitivity is in the outer third of my body. I tend to be more sensitive on my front or back walls. The front wall can be quite sensitive. Much of this is due to swelling of the Skene’s glands which gives rise to my G-spot. Some say the G-spot orgasms are the best. Personally, I say any orgasm is a great orgasm. I can also be hurt. If I am inadequately lubricated or not relaxed, penetration can be painful. Objects that are longer than my length (I can only stretch so far) can also hurt me. I am also vulnerable to many infections. Some of the infections are uncomfortable nuisances, such as yeast infections, while others can impact fertility or even cause death, such as syphilis. A conscientious owner will try to protect me from infections and take me to a doctor if anything seems abnormal. Thank you for taking the time to get to know me better. Marty Lobdell is a retired psychology instructor who taught Human Sexuality at Pierce. If you have questions or suggestions for Marty please submit to the Pioneer at

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