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The problem with reading Lucie Aubrac's memoir about her time in the resistance in France during WWII is that one remembers Ron and company going on about the New Caprica occupation being Just Like Vichy France.
In which case, one is tempted to crack!fic where Sam Anders rescues his wife by staging a fake wedding (it's possible that at three a.m., one even considered the possibility of mpreg), though one is very aware that the morality and moral/social codes of New Caprica are vastly different from France in 1944 (one of them is in space, after all).
The biggest thing, though, is once again seeing how women really were involved with the resistance (at many, many levels; no, they weren't plentiful, but this was 1944 France. Women were still considered second-class citizens at that point [if the memoir is correct], yet they still threw in all the help they could to rout the Germans from French soil). And yet in BSG (so full of women, as it is), the resistance seemed to be all dudes.
There were exceptions. Laura Roslin obviously had some sort of clout, Tory Foster appeared to be involved in some way, and Jean Barolay was already a member of the company, thanks to Caprica. And Athena joined up as soon as she touched down. But Cally? No. She was pregnant after all (to which Lucie Aubrac would be all "LOL. Let me tell you about that time I was six months pregnant and helped in an assault on prison transport.")
It's funny, because my exceptions are actually not that bad--I mean, yes, Tigh and Anders and Tyrol sat around doing Resistance Things, and Sparky was their man inside.
But Ellen Tigh bribed her husband out of prison, and Tory Foster was obviously involved with organizing things.
I think it's really, for me, that Kara Thrace wasn't doing anything, and Cally wasn't, either. And I feel like both of them should have been. Ditto for Boomer, who while jaded at that point, should still have been sympathetic in some way.
But the idea of the Resistance running some sort of fake ID business is laughable. Yet hilarious. "Your name is Sam Anders." "No, I'm Pierre Montague." "Your papers are false! Admit it!"
ok, so maybe it would just be a bad war comedy.
In which case, one is tempted to crack!fic where Sam Anders rescues his wife by staging a fake wedding (it's possible that at three a.m., one even considered the possibility of mpreg), though one is very aware that the morality and moral/social codes of New Caprica are vastly different from France in 1944 (one of them is in space, after all).
The biggest thing, though, is once again seeing how women really were involved with the resistance (at many, many levels; no, they weren't plentiful, but this was 1944 France. Women were still considered second-class citizens at that point [if the memoir is correct], yet they still threw in all the help they could to rout the Germans from French soil). And yet in BSG (so full of women, as it is), the resistance seemed to be all dudes.
There were exceptions. Laura Roslin obviously had some sort of clout, Tory Foster appeared to be involved in some way, and Jean Barolay was already a member of the company, thanks to Caprica. And Athena joined up as soon as she touched down. But Cally? No. She was pregnant after all (to which Lucie Aubrac would be all "LOL. Let me tell you about that time I was six months pregnant and helped in an assault on prison transport.")
It's funny, because my exceptions are actually not that bad--I mean, yes, Tigh and Anders and Tyrol sat around doing Resistance Things, and Sparky was their man inside.
But Ellen Tigh bribed her husband out of prison, and Tory Foster was obviously involved with organizing things.
I think it's really, for me, that Kara Thrace wasn't doing anything, and Cally wasn't, either. And I feel like both of them should have been. Ditto for Boomer, who while jaded at that point, should still have been sympathetic in some way.
But the idea of the Resistance running some sort of fake ID business is laughable. Yet hilarious. "Your name is Sam Anders." "No, I'm Pierre Montague." "Your papers are false! Admit it!"
ok, so maybe it would just be a bad war comedy.