Because I'm lazy, I just lifted the following from my journal today. I'm leaving in street names and such, for vividness and because I doubt anyone knows this town anyway. Indiana is beginning to re-open, and many businesses are taking the first steps starting on Monday. The stores I passed that were announcing their re-opening mostly had signs up imploring customers to wear masks My barber is taking appointments, and I'm not sure whether to go for it or not. By luck I got my last haircut just a couple of days before the shutdown, and I'm not very shaggy yet. It can wait.
I didn’t get anything done all morning. Had a late lunch, then rode downtown. It was in the 50s and still sunny, though the west wind still had a bite to it.
There was one brownie left at French Press cafe, which I bought and carried with me to eat as I walked around. I tried calling the barber shop, hoping that the problem lay in where I was calling from; but no luck, I got a ring and a beep. I could see from Laporte and Michigan an unusual number of cars parked in River Park, so I walked down that way. There were maybe three dozen or so cars and an all-white crowd milling around, none of them wearing masks, none maintaining social distance. One pickup truck had a big TRUMP 2020 banner on a staff. But, for some reason, almost no MAGA hats. I took some pictures. A helicopter scoped out the scene, hovered over the crowd for a few moments, then flew away, and I also walked, to Garro Street then back to Michigan. Got my bike and rode home. Well, the state is beginning to re-open, so maybe these fools will simmer down.
I later wondered: it’s understandable that they’re unhappy about being out of work (if they are: I see a lot of working-class white guys at work around town -- construction, maintenance, transport; the bank next door is repaving its parking lot), but why be so stupid about their health? It’s clearly a point of pride for them not to wear masks or keep apart, just to spite the Governor and the virus and the libs. I imagine there’ll be a new cluster of cases around the county, just as there is now in Wisconsin in the wake of the anti-shutdown protests, and probably will be in other places. It also looks like there will be one in the White House, now that two high-placed staff members have tested positive: one of them is Mike Pence’s press secretary. Trump must be sweating a little. What will he do if he gets sick? As Jon Schwarz tweeted today, "It's unfortunate that Covid-19 has reached the inner circles of the White House, but I view our great president as a warrior." I hope he doesn't die, just because the pious eulogies to Trump's decency, brilliance, compassion, integrity, from all over the political spectrum will be too nauseating to bear. Let his rehabilitation by the Democrats begin later.
On my after-dinner walk I noticed a red convertible pulling out onto the street, driven by an elderly man in sunglasses and a MAGA hat. Sometimes I forget that I'm in Trump country; today I was reminded pretty forcefully.
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Saturday, May 9, 2020
Monday, November 25, 2019
Conan Goes to Washington
You may have to click through to see this short video:
The responses to Willis's tweet were predictable. Quite a number were variations on this theme:
Oh, really? If dogs can detect humans' evil character, how could Mike Pence stroke Conan's ear without losing a finger or two? One other commenter raised this point; no one so far has responded.
This one, however:
Ah, the stink of liberal homophobia on a mild November afternoon. "Weird, no?" No. "Such an intimate gesture for a man to make to another man?" Not particularly intimate, and anyway, I watched the clip again: Pence touched the handler's back only fleetingly. If he'd lingered, caressed, maybe slipped his hand under the man's jacket, Persistent Woman would have had a point. And I wouldn't be surprised if Pence, like so many antigay fundamentalists, did have something to hide. As it is, her reaction says a lot more about her than about Pence.
American society is diverse. Of course some are, but not all straight men are homophobically chary of physical affection with other men. From what I've seen, there's a lot more affectionate touching between them than is officially supposed to happen. But also, homophobic societies are likely to permit a great deal of affectionate same-sex touching, going far beyond Pence's gesture in this video. I'd rather encourage it than discourage it, but people like Persistent Woman, by fixating on it and mocking it, however lightly, are not going to discourage it. I prefer to discourage homophobia.
I'm not sure how much can safely be read into a fifteen-second video clip, but it does look to me like Willis is right. As someone who gets along very well with cats and not all that well with dogs (though some dogs are friendly to me anyway), I'm not unsympathetic to Trump in this situation. Not exactly sympathetic, of course. And the Secret Service would have had to shoot Conan if he'd gone for the President of the Free World; bad optics!Watch how Trump continually keeps his distance from Conan the dog while Pence is perfectly comfortable next to him. pic.twitter.com/N8IJNGLj6r— Oliver Willis (@owillis) November 25, 2019
The responses to Willis's tweet were predictable. Quite a number were variations on this theme:
Oh, really? If dogs can detect humans' evil character, how could Mike Pence stroke Conan's ear without losing a finger or two? One other commenter raised this point; no one so far has responded.
This one, however:
Ah, the stink of liberal homophobia on a mild November afternoon. "Weird, no?" No. "Such an intimate gesture for a man to make to another man?" Not particularly intimate, and anyway, I watched the clip again: Pence touched the handler's back only fleetingly. If he'd lingered, caressed, maybe slipped his hand under the man's jacket, Persistent Woman would have had a point. And I wouldn't be surprised if Pence, like so many antigay fundamentalists, did have something to hide. As it is, her reaction says a lot more about her than about Pence.
American society is diverse. Of course some are, but not all straight men are homophobically chary of physical affection with other men. From what I've seen, there's a lot more affectionate touching between them than is officially supposed to happen. But also, homophobic societies are likely to permit a great deal of affectionate same-sex touching, going far beyond Pence's gesture in this video. I'd rather encourage it than discourage it, but people like Persistent Woman, by fixating on it and mocking it, however lightly, are not going to discourage it. I prefer to discourage homophobia.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Nobody Expects the Politically Correct Inquisition
(I should have written about this a week or two ago, but don't worry -- more of the same kind of material will circulate for as long as Trump is President. P.S. And I was right: today one of my liberal friends liked a post about Putin defending Trump, which had the added remark: Putin's standing up for "his girlfriend.")
The above cartoon began to circulate after Mike Pence walked out of a football game to make known his displeasure to NFL players taking the knee during the national anthem. Liberals made much of the fact that the action was planned in advance -- like the players' protests weren't -- and cost the taxpayers perhaps a quarter of a million dollars, which is chump change in the Federal budget. The same complaint could be made about any president's official visits to disaster sites, or other symbolic gestures, but of course when it's Not Your President or Vice President who's doing it, it's completely different. The Democratic outrage that ensued was a bit odd, considering how many of these people claim that they regard Pence as a lesser evil that they can deal with when Trump is impeached. I regarded it all as yet another distraction from the actual purpose of the protests, by making them all about Trump.
But then several people I knew, liberals all, passed along the cartoon above. It too is far from the worst thing in the world today, but it infuriated me anyway because of the people who thought it was funny. As with Stephen Colbert's "cock holster" quip, it's not really funny; there's no wit about it, it's just a crude and juvenile homophobic taunt, which means it's not the sort of thing liberals should be spreading. But evidently they thought it was so hilarious that they had to share it.
Ordinarily I respond to homophobic rhetoric on the Internet with sarcasm -- how nice of woke liberals to show their superiority to Rethuglicans by indulging in homophobic attacks, that sort of thing -- but not this time. I was direct: it really pisses me off when liberals show how woke they are by indulging in homophobic or misogynist attempts at humor -- which generally fail, as this one does. If you spread crap like this around I don't want to hear any bullshit about how much you care for equality and everybody getting along together. You're not an ally.
A few weeks earlier, Mel Brooks complained in an interview with the BBC that "political correctness is 'the death of comedy'. He said Blazing Saddles, his Western spoof about a black sheriff in a racist town, could never be made today." This is bullshit. Blazing Saddles couldn't have been made just a few years before Brooks made it, not because of "political correctness" but because of the Hollywood Production Code, which was the result of the movie industry appeasing religious (especially Roman Catholic) reactionaries. (I imagine that it couldn't have been made before the Code was adopted either, because of its flamboyant profanity.) And even after the Code was replaced with a rating system, Brooks encountered resistance to making and releasing the film. As I recall from the commentary track on one of the DVD versions, some of the actors Brooks wanted refused to speak the naughty words, and others were understandably uncomfortable about spewing racial slurs on camera. ("Understandably," because of the well-known tendency of audiences to confuse actors with the roles they play.)
Contrariwise, movies full of racial slurs and profanity are reasonably commonplace today, especially when black filmmakers produce them. But has Brooks never seen, say, Pulp Fiction, which contains plenty of both? The racist material in particular seems to be there more simply for the taboo-breaking frisson rather than any dramatic or, as in Blazing Saddles, satirical reason. I don't believe that "political correctness" is preventing such movies from being made.
Brooks went on to declare piously:
Even more obnoxiously, Brooks tried to exalt comedy, especially his kind of comedy, into a virtually spiritual vocation exempt from criticism. "Comedy has to walk a thin line, take risks. It's the lecherous little elf whispering in the king's ear, telling the truth about human behaviour." Numerous critics pointed out that Brooks was wrong about the jester's traditional role here. I certainly agree that comedy, like art in general, can and should take risks, even if it offends; but those who are offended can and should speak up. Traditional racist, sexist, homophobic &c. comedy wasn't meant to take risks, quite the opposite: it afflicted the afflicted while comforting the comfortable. It couldn't have been made if it had done otherwise. Because of the ambiguity of art and entertainment, many of such comedy's targets turned it around and found some kind of affirmation in it. But to pretend that Sambo shows, for example, were intended to "tell the truth about human behavior" is dishonest.
I liked Blazing Saddles because it turned its satire on white racists, but I suspect that many whites liked it because they thought it gave them a license to say "nigger." As, apparently, many white schoolkids do with Huckleberry Finn, or rap. I'd hope that it couldn't be made today, though, at least in its original form, because it's too uneven. (That is typical of Brooks's films, except for Young Frankenstein, which had fewer comic peaks and more valleys as time went on.) I wasn't offended by the fag-joke soundstage number featuring Dom DeLuise later in the film, but I never found it funny either; it takes no chances, it's a reprise of the 30s-style Hollywood fag jokes itemized in Vito Russo's The Celluloid Closet. The closest it comes to edginess is having some of the rugged cowboys saunter off arm-in-arm with the queeny chorus boys, and that's not close enough. (Heathers, and numerous other later comedies, came closer. Colbert's "cock holster" line and the Pence/Trump blowjob cartoon fall even shorter.) I think that Richard Pryor, who co-wrote it, probably deserves more credit for Blazing Saddles's virtues than Brooks does, if only because on his own Brooks never again reached those heights.
The proof of the comedy, and the satire, is in the laughter -- and people disagree on what to laugh at. I think again of Ellen Willis's satirical definition of "humorless": it's what you are if you don't think rape, big breasts, or sex with little girls is funny -- but you're not humorless if you're not amused by castration, impotence, or vaginas with teeth. And if an artist fails to produce the results he or she aimed for, he or she needs to be told. Yes, comedy should take chances, but taking chances often fails, and while I sympathize with comedians who don't want to be told, they need to know when they fail. I might watch a comedy about Nazis, the gas chambers, and all the other subjects Brooks rejects -- if it was really funny. It's a question that can't be answered in advance. Blazing Saddles only proved itself by being made. As Joanna Russ wrote, "To apply rigid, stupid, narrow, political standards to fiction is bad because the standards are rigid, stupid, and narrow, not because they are political." Like comedy, it's hard to do, and not many bring it off. Nothing is sacred, including comedy.
The above cartoon began to circulate after Mike Pence walked out of a football game to make known his displeasure to NFL players taking the knee during the national anthem. Liberals made much of the fact that the action was planned in advance -- like the players' protests weren't -- and cost the taxpayers perhaps a quarter of a million dollars, which is chump change in the Federal budget. The same complaint could be made about any president's official visits to disaster sites, or other symbolic gestures, but of course when it's Not Your President or Vice President who's doing it, it's completely different. The Democratic outrage that ensued was a bit odd, considering how many of these people claim that they regard Pence as a lesser evil that they can deal with when Trump is impeached. I regarded it all as yet another distraction from the actual purpose of the protests, by making them all about Trump.
But then several people I knew, liberals all, passed along the cartoon above. It too is far from the worst thing in the world today, but it infuriated me anyway because of the people who thought it was funny. As with Stephen Colbert's "cock holster" quip, it's not really funny; there's no wit about it, it's just a crude and juvenile homophobic taunt, which means it's not the sort of thing liberals should be spreading. But evidently they thought it was so hilarious that they had to share it.
Ordinarily I respond to homophobic rhetoric on the Internet with sarcasm -- how nice of woke liberals to show their superiority to Rethuglicans by indulging in homophobic attacks, that sort of thing -- but not this time. I was direct: it really pisses me off when liberals show how woke they are by indulging in homophobic or misogynist attempts at humor -- which generally fail, as this one does. If you spread crap like this around I don't want to hear any bullshit about how much you care for equality and everybody getting along together. You're not an ally.
A few weeks earlier, Mel Brooks complained in an interview with the BBC that "political correctness is 'the death of comedy'. He said Blazing Saddles, his Western spoof about a black sheriff in a racist town, could never be made today." This is bullshit. Blazing Saddles couldn't have been made just a few years before Brooks made it, not because of "political correctness" but because of the Hollywood Production Code, which was the result of the movie industry appeasing religious (especially Roman Catholic) reactionaries. (I imagine that it couldn't have been made before the Code was adopted either, because of its flamboyant profanity.) And even after the Code was replaced with a rating system, Brooks encountered resistance to making and releasing the film. As I recall from the commentary track on one of the DVD versions, some of the actors Brooks wanted refused to speak the naughty words, and others were understandably uncomfortable about spewing racial slurs on camera. ("Understandably," because of the well-known tendency of audiences to confuse actors with the roles they play.)
Contrariwise, movies full of racial slurs and profanity are reasonably commonplace today, especially when black filmmakers produce them. But has Brooks never seen, say, Pulp Fiction, which contains plenty of both? The racist material in particular seems to be there more simply for the taboo-breaking frisson rather than any dramatic or, as in Blazing Saddles, satirical reason. I don't believe that "political correctness" is preventing such movies from being made.
Brooks went on to declare piously:
But there is one subject he insists he would not parody.This is passing strange, because one of the sources of Brooks's notoriety was Blazing Saddles' predecessor, The Producers, about a couple of sleazy Broadway impresarios who stage a musical, written by a diehard Nazi, celebrating Hitler. It's just in truly bad taste. I've never been able to get through the entire film myself, not because I'm offended but because it's not all that interesting: as in Pulp Fiction, the "humor" comes from the breaking of the taboo. Brooks has never disowned The Producers, and indeed in his dotage made it into a very successful stage musical. At any rate, he has his own personal "political correctness," the line he won't cross.
Referring to World War Two, he said: "I personally would never touch gas chambers or the death of children or Jews at the hands of the Nazis.
"In no way is that at all useable or correct for comedy. It's just in truly bad taste."
However, he says that is the "only thing" he would avoid. "Everything else is OK."
Even more obnoxiously, Brooks tried to exalt comedy, especially his kind of comedy, into a virtually spiritual vocation exempt from criticism. "Comedy has to walk a thin line, take risks. It's the lecherous little elf whispering in the king's ear, telling the truth about human behaviour." Numerous critics pointed out that Brooks was wrong about the jester's traditional role here. I certainly agree that comedy, like art in general, can and should take risks, even if it offends; but those who are offended can and should speak up. Traditional racist, sexist, homophobic &c. comedy wasn't meant to take risks, quite the opposite: it afflicted the afflicted while comforting the comfortable. It couldn't have been made if it had done otherwise. Because of the ambiguity of art and entertainment, many of such comedy's targets turned it around and found some kind of affirmation in it. But to pretend that Sambo shows, for example, were intended to "tell the truth about human behavior" is dishonest.
I liked Blazing Saddles because it turned its satire on white racists, but I suspect that many whites liked it because they thought it gave them a license to say "nigger." As, apparently, many white schoolkids do with Huckleberry Finn, or rap. I'd hope that it couldn't be made today, though, at least in its original form, because it's too uneven. (That is typical of Brooks's films, except for Young Frankenstein, which had fewer comic peaks and more valleys as time went on.) I wasn't offended by the fag-joke soundstage number featuring Dom DeLuise later in the film, but I never found it funny either; it takes no chances, it's a reprise of the 30s-style Hollywood fag jokes itemized in Vito Russo's The Celluloid Closet. The closest it comes to edginess is having some of the rugged cowboys saunter off arm-in-arm with the queeny chorus boys, and that's not close enough. (Heathers, and numerous other later comedies, came closer. Colbert's "cock holster" line and the Pence/Trump blowjob cartoon fall even shorter.) I think that Richard Pryor, who co-wrote it, probably deserves more credit for Blazing Saddles's virtues than Brooks does, if only because on his own Brooks never again reached those heights.
The proof of the comedy, and the satire, is in the laughter -- and people disagree on what to laugh at. I think again of Ellen Willis's satirical definition of "humorless": it's what you are if you don't think rape, big breasts, or sex with little girls is funny -- but you're not humorless if you're not amused by castration, impotence, or vaginas with teeth. And if an artist fails to produce the results he or she aimed for, he or she needs to be told. Yes, comedy should take chances, but taking chances often fails, and while I sympathize with comedians who don't want to be told, they need to know when they fail. I might watch a comedy about Nazis, the gas chambers, and all the other subjects Brooks rejects -- if it was really funny. It's a question that can't be answered in advance. Blazing Saddles only proved itself by being made. As Joanna Russ wrote, "To apply rigid, stupid, narrow, political standards to fiction is bad because the standards are rigid, stupid, and narrow, not because they are political." Like comedy, it's hard to do, and not many bring it off. Nothing is sacred, including comedy.
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