I'll be at the Society for Cinema and Media Studies conference in Montreal this week, presenting a paper during the decidedly not prime time slot of Sunday morning at 9 a.m.Yes, the last day of the conference at an hour when most people will be sleeping in, heading to brunch hungover, or packing to leave.
So far I have a powerpoint with far too many clips for a 20-minute talk and a title--The Authentic Selfie: The Poor Image in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring--because I've never met a pun I didn't like. Oh, and approximately 10 pages of incoherent garbage and quotes from other people I need to somehow wrangle into something cogent because I don't have an argument. Also, I shot a Vine and learned how to download it to include in my powerpoint, but it doesn't loop. Still, it's like 17 layers of poor image. I am a little proud of that.
Why do I do this to myself? There are no professional advantages to be gained: I'm not looking for a job and I don't have a terminal degree, anyway. Hell, I could stage a bum fight during my panel. Or have Tony Clifton deliver my talk. IT DOESN'T MATTER.
If you see me in Montreal, buy me a beer or an order of poutine.