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Let me introduce you to my first teacher: (A bit of a mouthful, I know. She goes by "Pop.") On Buffy the Vampire Slayer , the monster
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Writing fan theories taught me how to analyze a narrative arc. Arguing about who would win in a fight (Gandalf vs. Dumbledore) taught me rhetorical strategy. Memorizing lyrics taught me poetry. Analyzing a villain's monologue taught me rhetoric.
Sure, sometimes the listening comes after a giant robot fight. But the lesson remains.
But as I look at the world today—a world built on shared references, streaming algorithms, and the language of memes—I realize that my first teacher was ahead of the curve. Mrs. Entertainment understood that stories are how we teach morals. Music is how we process grief. Laughter is how we survive.
