I am at heart a novelist. In part this is because I suspect I do not always wield the razor edge of language necessary for poetry, say, or short stories which will be read over and over. I get my kicks in dealing with bigger stuff: plot, character, and idea.
Nevertheless, I found the following list very interesting. Some of the rules hit home as things I agree with, some as things I don’t do and probably should, some as just funny. It’s from Terry Bisson, who is a totally rad science fiction author. I recommend his book of stories Bears Discover Fire quite highly. Anyway, without further ado–
They are diverse in style and content, everything from Richard Ford’s, “Marry someone who loves you who thinks you becoming a writer is a good idea” and “Don’t have children,” to Elmore Leonard’s “Using adverbs is mortal sin,” to Margaret Atwood’s “Take a pencil to write on airplanes.”
Badass is a fascinating and problematic concept to me. Even the word itself makes no sense: someone who is badass is neither bad, nor an ass, nor so they have a substandard bottom. Exactly what other qualities they possess is up for significant debate.
The dictionary (American Heritage) says badass is vulgar slang for “a mean-tempered or belligerent person.” Dictionary.com expands on this definition, stating that a badass is someone “distinctively tough or powerful; so exceptional as to be intimidating.” As far as I can tell, the word seems to have spawned out of the blaxploitation films of the 60s and 70s, or in any case it is a new word, only about 50 years old.
The internet (by which I mean the stew of popular culture in which we all squat) seems to define badass as follows:
Anyone badass, says Culture, is going to need to kick some serious ass. The asses kicked are sometimes of the deserving, sometimes not. Badass does not come with a particular moral code: there are badass good guys and badass bad guys. Either way, badass people are not to be messed with, or they will hurt you. Like, real bad.
To be able to inflict the appropriate amount of violence, a badass person must have the appropriate body type. You must be muscular, in-shape, and able to flip out and kick stuff in the face at any moment. In addition, many badasses have adopted an appearance and attitude to signify this readiness of flipping out and kicking stuff. Signifiers traditionally include sunlgasses, leather, spikes, and/or wacky costumery. The mere presence of these signifiers DO NOT, however, necesarily mean that the person in question is a badass. The form of badass without the content is called posing, and the Intarwubs looks on posers with extreme disdain.
3. Lack of emotion
Badass people show no emotion on the outside. On the inside, though, they are often a powder keg of repressed feelings: whether avenging a family member’s death or settling a personal vendetta, there is usually a rationale behind their actions. That being said, the point is that badass people do not freak out in circumstances when regular people would be gibbering and/or dead. Instead, they sometimes have a witty catchphrase to say, or even better, no reaction at all.
Andy Samberg of Saturday Night Live (with “Neil Diamond” and JJ Abrams) says it best:
You may have noticed that this definition of Badass is overwhelmingly male. In fact, most of the urbandictionary.com definitions of badass specifically revolve around men. So what about women? If women are to be Badass, says the Intarwebs, they need to act like badass men.
Violence is the same. Badass appearance for women usually plays up their sexuality. Lack of emotion is key, but since we all know women are hysterical*, emotional creatures, we secretly know that their underlying current of Feelings could reach up and incapacitate them at any moment. I mean, emotions are the secret of badass men, too, but there’s no way that their feelings would cripple them at key points in the final battle, right?
My goodness. What a can of worms I am opening. Look at them go. For a fun time, google How to Become a Badass, or images of Badass.
Let me be clear: I don’t see anything wrong with that definition of badass, I just think it’s a bit limiting. I’m looking for a broader definition of badass, one less focused on ripping the crap out of stuff. Some crap-ripping, well, that’s okay. But that’s not the be-all and end-all of badass.
For example, my roommates and I last year wrote a list of badass attributes that we posted on our fridge. It reads as follows:
Walking your talk
Making organic fertilizer
Making meaningful rap/poetry
Hot blues voice
Slaughering and butchering an animal
Being an awesome, fast cook
Doing everything one-legged
Bike commuting and/or repair
Playing the accordian (well)
Working on trains
I imagine a more all-encompassing definition of badass, one in which the end result is not violence, but rather a sort of ultimate authenticity. I know a three year old girl who is so totally herself without letting anyone else control who she is or will be…she’s pretty badass. Badass, to me, is a combination of self-sufficient, fierce, purposeful, authentic, multitalented, and passionate. And as much as I love me some Reservoir Dogs, I love fierce authenticity more.
And thus it is so.
*Note for my readers who didn’t get the same flavor of liberal arts education as me: Hysteria. I think it’s a hilarious word. Hysteria comes from the Greek word for uterus. The basic theory of the Greeks, our noble and wise cultural predecessors, was that all the ladies were crazy because of their babymakers. The whole menses-babies-lack of penis thing confused the hell out of our classical anscestors, to the point where they came up with wacky theories about menstrual blood being the least pure of all the humours and fluids (sperm being the purest), thus justifying on a biological level thousands of years of misogyny. Whew. In other news, in the 1800s certain doctors discovered that since feminine hysteria obviously came from the uterus, the answer to curing it was clearly to stimulate the clitoris, thus calming the uterus and making the woman posessing said organs more sane. I suspect it was a popular treatment. That’s right, ladies. Orgasms make you less crazy.
So, one of my buddies sent me a link that proves we are all going to technological hell in a handbasket. It’s about how kids perceive technology and how quickly that changes…today’s high school students outrank me in terms of texting and myspace, my preschoolers are going to grow up thinking that the Kindle is the same as a book…
I’ll go off muttering to myself in a fit of neo-Luddite ire now, thanks. I mean, not all technology is bad or anything. What with it saving lives and allowing me to write this blog and making insaneamounts of cutecats available to me a on a daily basis. I’m just sayin’.