If anyone tries to tell you that Shakespeare is stuffy or boring or highbrow, just remember that the word “nothing” was used in Elizabethan era slang as a euphemism for “vagina”.
Shakespeare has a play called “Much Ado About Nothing”, which you could basically read in modern slang as “Freaking Out Over Pussy”. And that’s pretty much exactly what happens in the play.
It’s also a pun with a third meaning. There’s the sex sense of much ado about “nothing”, there’s the obvious sense that people today see, and then there’s the fact that in Shakespeare’s day, “nothing” was pronounced pretty much the same as “noting”, which was a term used for gossip. So, “Flamewar Over Rumors” works as a title interpretation, too.
The reason we call Shakespeare a genius is that he can make a pussy joke in the same exact words he uses to make biting social commentary about letting unverified gossip take over the discourse.
Hey, hey, hey, you’re forgetting the fourth thing, that noting (again, pronounced note-ing) was a pun on music NOTES and that’s why there’s a shitload of singing and dancing and puns about singing and dancing because Much Ado About Noting is basically Freaking Out Over Pussy The Musical: Gossip Making a Mountain out of a Molehill.
So what I’m getting from this is a modern adaptation should be called “Mad Pussy: The Musical”
You ever think about the fact capitalism created a class full of newly rich(not wealthy) highly publisized celebrities to serve as a scape goat for the insanely weathly super elites?
Like I know every time Hannah Montana takes a shit but know absolutely nothing about these large conglomerates board of directors who have considerable more power and wealth than any rapper or actor
Every time I post Charlie the Choo-Choo somewhere I get a lot of visceral “NO!” reactions so I might as well share him with y’all
Long story short: it’s a completely innocuous children’s book by Stephen King except every illustration looks like this. It’s twenty odd pages of carefully polished uncanny valley. I love Charlie, it’s exactly the kind of shit I’d pull if I had more money than god himself and an insatiable urge to fuck with people.
Yeah, this seems like it’s entirely up Stephen King’s alley.
