Buffy The Social Anxiety Slayer (PS: Little Miss Sunshine.)
Mary Jo, no one can see
What you’ve been through
Now you’ve got love to burn
It’s someone else’s turn to go through Hell
Now you can see them come from twenty yards
Yeah you can tell
It’s someone else’s turn to take a fall
And now you are the one who’s strong enough to help them
The one who’s strong enough to help them
The one who’s strong enough to help them all
–Belle and Sebastian, “Mary Jo”
I refused to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I just wouldn’t do it. The whole phenomenon was simply too annoying: I was away traveling for about six months, and when I got back everyone had at least four seasons on DVD and were singing live versions of the songs from the musical. I’ve always had a lot of problems watching horror movies — into my teen years, I still got nightmares from them — so the idea of watching bad guys turn suddenly into mean-looking Klingons (the vampire when she’s “on the hunt”) frightened me. I’ve never been able to sit through a slasher marathon; I would spend all my time in video stores just reading the backs of horror movie cases, and getting scared enough by two or three screenshots. (“At this candy store…the only thing for sale…IS YOUR SOUL.”)
Those are the bad reasons why I refused to tune in, despite all indications that the show was the smartest thing since The Twilight Zone or Star Trek: The Next Generation. The better reason went something like this: Buffy was the sort of girl who wouldn’t have talked to me in high school. This is also my reason for mostly disliking Vin Diesel: he’s the sort of guy who would have beaten me up in high school.
“Not true,” my friends assured me. “Buffy’s a geek, and all her friends are losers. Being a slayer makes her totally unpopular, and the show is actually a celebration of nerd culture. That’s what’s so adorable about Willow, Xander, Giles, and the rest.” This was usually followed by a reverent discussion of Allyson Hannigan’s beauty. (She’s the band camp girl from American Pie, and she’s just as adorable in Buffy.)
Finally, now that one of my good friends (Pons Asinorum to you) was kind enough to lend me the whole boxed set, I’ve been able to right wrongs by sitting down and taking the whole thing in. (Well, not the whole thing — I’m freely skipping episodes like “Inca Mummy Girl” that have too high a concentration of filler.) Watching one Buffy classic after another has been a rewarding experience. Whedon has a gift for re-contextualizing conventional plots to make a point. For example, a throwaway beginning in “Nightmares” about “active listening” becomes a way out of a day of nightmares coming true. By comprehending each other’s nightmares and entering them, the Buffy team save each other from hysterical solipsism (and, in the vocabulary of horror, from actual death).
I was also shocked to discover how much other people steal from Buffy. The relationship between Seth and Summer in The O.C. is just an elaborated, triumphant version of the Xander / Buffy relationship. Every character on Veronica Mars can be traced back to Buffy.
Then I felt a second sort of fear rising. What if this was going to trap me back in the world of pseudo-humor? Almost nothing else smart outcasts find funny is actually as funny as Monty Python; for example, the sounds that Orcs make in the Warcraft II: Reign of Chaos game are not funny. Also, “these aren’t the droids you’re looking for” isn’t funny. Or what if Buffy was going to trap me in the land of corny action and male fantasy, like mediocre anime? The last thing I need is seven seasons of Lara Croft.
In trying to articulate this to a friend, I felt compelled, as if by an ancient curse, to utter the words “I don’t want to be pushed back into the basement!” We are used now to thinking of homosexuality in terms of the “closet,” a period when the real sexual identity is covered by conformity, and being “out of the closet,” when some degree of authentic sexuality has been achieved, along with the possibility of satisfying relationships and reciprocal love. Well, I thought of being a nerd in terms of a basement. It’s not a comparable level of repression. It is a phenomenon of conformity, though: you listen to “Weird Al” Yankovic and play Dungeons & Dragons because those are the worlds open to you. In the process, you develop an insular vocabulary and a style that marks you out. Some “nerds” try to celebrate their identity category. That excuses the whole American phenomenon of exiling smart kids, and ignores the weaknesses of cultural touchstones like Akira, which has over 35 minutes of dialogue where the only words spoken are “Tetsuo!” and “Kaneda!”
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have worried. Joss Whedon turns out to have the same kind of imagination as Josh Schwartz. In Schwartz’s world, becoming a poor orphan forces cool, aggressive Ryan to seek out Seth Cohen for help. In Whedon’s world, being a slayer forces Buffy out of popularity and into the company of Willow and Xander. Like Ofelia in Pan’s Labyrinth, drawing her way out of an underground prison with a piece of magical chalk, Whedon imagines himself out of the high school trap through Buffy. She is the apostle of a reconciliation between the glamourous world of popularity and pleasure, and the salt-of-the-earth goodness of the nerds.
Whedon thinks in the same metaphors I do. He personally wrote and directed “Lie To Me,” which is the first appearance of actual Goths on the show. The Goths are repeatedly characterized as “lonely,” and their club is regarded with amusement and contempt. In desperation (over how much life sucks), they make a plan to be transformed into vampires in exchange for Buffy’s life. Buffy goes to meet and confront them, and they slam the door on her. The door has been doctored so that it only opens from the outside. In other words, Buffy is now trapped in a basement with a bunch of losers.
When the episode resolves, Buffy organizes an escape so that the poor Goths (now in there with a bunch of real, monstrous vampires) can make it to the surface. This is an ambivalent image. The show did work hard to “bring to light” the lives of the more eccentric kids in high school. All the same, Buffy is the one leading them out of darkness, foreshadowing the moment when everyone in Sunnydale will turn into her, not into Willow or Xander.
As for the insular language of subculture, that rears its ugly head in “Out of Mind, Out of Sight,” also written by Joss Whedon. An episode that will turn out to be about a vengeful, invisible, unpopular girl begins with Buffy horrified at the sight of an inside joke shared by Xander and Willow. We see the whole thing from Buffy’s point of view: like two people quoting Holy Grail, they say half a sentence and immediately start laughing obnoxiously, and then another half-sentence and another fit of giggles. When Buffy reveals that she used to be May Queen, just like Cordelia wants to be, Xander tells her, “you don’t need that anymore, you’ve got us.” This statement is so painfully wrong that even Xander looks sheepish afterwards. Whedon uses the episode to build sympathy for Cordelia; meanwhile, Buffy tells the invisible girl, “I used to feel sorry for you, but I forgot that you were a loony.”
The same pattern recurs at the beginning of Season 2, where Willow and Xander almost kiss out of extremely palpable boredom (the “ice cream on the nose” scene). What was possibly the better romance plan — for Xander to choose Willow over Buffy — turns out to be dull, dull, dull. They almost hate each other when Willow starts quoting Star Wars.
Remember, Xander can’t choose Willow. That’s not the fantasy. The fantasy is for him to get Buffy, or at least Cordelia, just as the proper way for Willow to come out of her shell is for her to wear a sexy Halloween costume. It’s certainly not for Willow to spend more time on the Internet, even if the Net is her specialty. That way leads to Internet demons resurrected in metal bodies. Xander is good for a little bit of mouth-to-mouth CPR, but the only time Buffy actually “thanks” him is by dancing manically around him at the Bronze, during an episode when she’s basically out of her mind.
There is a lot more to say about the show, particularly about its version of sexuality, the engine of almost every single scene. For now, I’ll end by saying I identify with the show. I don’t mind its cool indifference to the plight of the Willows and Xanders who don’t have a Buffy. That said, the show’s just not Little Miss Sunshine. In that movie, the adult versions of nerds get together for a bus ride. You see, this stuff doesn’t end with high school — those outcasts turn into failed self-help gurus, suicidal Proust scholars, drug-addled elderly hedonists, and so on. They don’t “win” the beauty pageant — they take it over during a brief and unsuccessful revolution. They believe so fervently in the idiocies of American life (e.g. the faux sexuality of the pageant, self-help), and even in the idiocies of Nietzsche and Proust, that they triumph within the confines of their world. But it is still a world of exile. At the end, they are told never to re-enter a California pageant.
We can already imagine Buffy’s entry in the pageant. She would win. That wouldn’t overtake the other complexities of her personality — winning a beauty pageant could be reconciled with continuing to eat lunch with the wrong kids.
It also wouldn’t be a revolution. When fans of show snub Buffy in favor of the other characters, conveniently overlooking the deathly boredom of that claustrophobic margin without Buffy, they are demanding something of Whedon. He names that demand in the title of the episode that features the basement. Lie to me.
Wow! Okay, this is amazing for two reasons:
1. I know some die-hard Buffy fans, and I have never heard such a detailed analysis of the show.
2. I think you did that without mentioning the musical episode once. Though I could have missed it…I usually stick out antennae for the mention of the musical episode, which means whatever theory someone had has been proven because everyone loves the musical episode.
I also only watched it recently, though that’s because I was actually in a cult when it was first on TV. People usually look at me like it’s a horrible excuse, too.
Thanks, namaroopa! I actually did mention the musical episode, but only insofar as having people sing along to those ditties really makes it seem like the show has swallowed them whole…
Did I ever tell you that I went to the Olympics with Alyson Hannigan?
In all seriousness though, I’m not entirely clear on your argument as to the show’s relationship to what you call the “insular language of subculture.” It seems all the instances you point out of how those insider-y references are insufferable are overwhelmed by almost every single line of dialogue which is replete with insider-y references to all things nerdy (c.f. The Scooby Gang), and not.
I’m curious to hear your take on the show’s sexuality. The show may do more to “bring to light” marginalized sexual predilections than it does marginalized members of the D&D club.
OK, wait, now I’m confused. Referring to Scooby-Doo isn’t especially nerdy; most of the age group watching Buffy have seen Scooby-Doo, though they may not have embraced the re-discovery of Velma and Shaggy.
I guess the important distinction here is between the nerdy language which is OK because it’s for work (the “codex” or “the Anointed One” or whatever), and the nerdy language which is dull and off-putting because it’s all you have (“The Lonely Ones,” or Star Wars, or the little in-jokes between Willow and Xander in “Out of Sight…”).
I really thought I was going to be able to die without ever having to hear “Tetsuo! / Kaneda!” again now that my high school lit mag is nearly a decade behind me. Thanks, Joe. Way to bring on the nerd flashbacks.
But seriously, this was an insightful analysis. Less seriously, it reminded me of this, which a friend sent to me just two days ago.
woohoo! Buffy convert! woo!
(sorry, rabid BTVS/Whedon fan here)
How far along are you? Sounds like you’ve been working through season 2 thus far?
Personally, I can’t wait for JK to watch ‘Becoming’, and then write a post about how ‘When Doves Cry’ perfectly replaces its soundtrack.
I’m very much in the middle of Season 2; we have obsessive love for Xander, Oz the werewolf, Buffy the spurned slayer, and the daunting Disc 5 before I can finally watch “Becoming” and cry the tears of immortal yearning that petitpoussin insists are coming.
I know the entry is more than a month old, but I did want to point this out:
http://www.avclub.com/content/node/59017
It’s a list by the Onion AV Club of sidekicks who are, in their view, cooler than the heroes. Scroll down to #4 for a relevant surprise!
tomemos,
This is utterly relevant, since right this second I’m writing a sequel. (Let’s also give a shout-out to the robot protagonist selected for the three slot.)
For our readers, the relevant quote:
Either one of the two charter members of “The Scooby Gang”—Alyson Hannigan’s Willow or Nicholas Brendon’s Xander—made for better company than Buffy herself. Part of the reason is the hero’s burden: While Buffy always had to grapple with the cosmic responsibility of keeping the Hellmouth under wraps, the sidekicks were freed up to joke around, develop their loveable idiosyncrasies, and go on little side adventures. But Willow was truly special, an adorable bookworm who brightened Sunnydale’s perpetual darkness with sparkling wit and optimism while still breaking viewers’ hearts on a semi-regular basis. Willow’s sheepishness, brought out by Hannigan’s halting rhythms of speech, also masked surprising courage and even a little brassiness on occasion, like when she discovered her leather-clad, badass doppelgänger in Season Three.
VOM. Willow is so obnoxious. Just like people who love NPR.
define:VOM?
It means to vomit. Willow makes petitpoussin nauseous.
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I know I”m really late with this – I’m reading this now via your best of. I don’t understand why petit is vomitous over Willow. Willow is my hero. I love how she establishes a new idea of heroine hotness that doesn’t require full-on makeup and cleavage like Buffy. Sure her ‘sheepiness’ and boring flirtations with Xander do relegate her to the necessary nerd Buffy sidekick, so nothing will steal her thunder, but what’s amazing is that Willow transcends that into her own reason for existing; she creates a thing-in-itself rather than thing-by-buffy. What i just said was retarded. Anyway I remember in college, the bloke that fancied me were rhapsodizing about Buffy (he too was in the basement, but peacoat rather than trench. Although some of us in the basement weren’t all about D+D – more AbFab than Monty – and guilty pleasures like Clueless and yeah, Buffy) and the first inkling that I had that all men were not crap and there was hope in the world, was his utterance “buffy does nothing for me. I crush on Willow” except with an English accent. This opened up a world where alternative beauty and dorky reined. I guess that’s why people so passionately affirm Willow’s beauty, although I disagree that this is a common, mainstream belief. She is not “just as cute”. She’s a different species than Buffy. Firmly rooted in the dork species. Is it legitimate to say that even though the show is ‘boring’ without buffy, don’t you think they create something more than just being dork foils to Buffy’s character? After she outs them i mean…
Cordelia sucks arse. Her face is too sharp and her boobs are pneumatic. But obviously Zander would love her. She’s the Veronica to Buffy’s Betty. Somebody’s got to love the bitch.
I don’t know which episode you’re talking about where Buffy is ‘basically out of her mind’ but i laughed aloud.
I am so happy that you consider Akira to have “cultural weaknesses” instead of dismissing it as sexist shit. I had no real language to villify Akira. Yeah. A lot of it is ‘cus I’ve never seen it. I just hate everything about anime, uniformly. So it’s good to have a more objective critique of the thing particularly from a white dude who was formerly in the basement, which I believe is a wild lie about yourself. Fuck you from us who were in the basement…although what do you say about those in the basement who escaped from their window to make out with people in a baseball field? Maybe that is vampiric…
Idiocies of Proust? How dare you! Another uniform idea of mine – that Proust can do no wrong.
Yeah, this is a long comment.
I just hate everything about anime, uniformly.
I see—so the existence of animated films made in Japan is annoying to you, and you hate all of them in exactly the same way.
I guess I don’t know why people say this? About anything. I’ve heard it said about comic books, rock music, rap music, and now anime … can a blanket statement of this kind possibly engender any kind of discussion, or be perceived as anything other than self-conscious closed-mindedness?
Did I ever tell you about the time I went to the Olympics with Alyson Hannigan?
How embarassing. I already made that comment when the entry was intitially posted. My bad.
No problem. Clearly, though, this is something you should put up on the blog pronto, with tons of only semi-relevant details and possibly pictures of totally irrelevant Olympic events.
Miso, seriously, there’s nothing dorky about Clueless. That movie was huge. Plus, it was hardly a guilty pleasure once everyone figured out it was based on Emma.
You see, I’m very uncomfortable with the kind of moralizing that always indicts Buffy of being a slut machine at the same time as it idealizes Willow. Willow’s big coming-out parties involve her dressing like a clubgirl (“Halloween”) and a dominatrix vampire (“Doppelgangland”). The idea that we would go after Buffy for being somehow cheap really, truly disturbs me.
You don’t like anime?! It’s breathtakingly gorgeous, and as someone who loves formalism and design, it is too innovative to dismiss. The work Miyazaki is transcendant, to take one obvious example, but there are many more.
If there really is somebody out there who crushes on Willow in the early days, when she wears horrifying sweaters, talks in manic squeaks, reads (but doesn’t talk about her reading, and doesn’t read poetry), kowtows to everybody, and goes to sleep at ten every night, all I can say is that that is the kinkiest thing I’ve ever heard. I guess you could love her for her astounding inner life, except we have no idea what that inner life might be, because she’s too awkward to let on. Of course Oz likes her, but on the other hand Oz is clearly on huge amounts of lithium at all times.
By the time Willow begins dating Tara, all of the characters have become so strange and mummified by misery that I watch the show without the slightest libidinal interest.
Also, you can always tell a fake when you hit a comment like “Buffy does nothing for me.” This guy you knew was probably terrific, but if Buffy actually did nothing for him, neither would the show. The Cult of Willow, which is totally mainstream (check out the citation from the Onion via Tomemos), is all about under-valuing Buffy’s resilience, sense of humor, style, and capacity for tenderness.
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