You want to know why I NEVER watch teevee? ESPECIALLY, “women’s teevee”? Nothing encapsulates the diminution of the American Woman like an infantilized 50 year old woman begging a word salad spouting nightmare, to MOTHER US.
WHO ARE THESE WOMEN? Don’t answer, I know who they are, I live around a LOT of them. They’re called Limousine Liberal women. Their poster girls are Hillary Rodham and Orpah Winfrey. And they are pack animals. Their opinion is given to them by NPR, their girlfriend the controller at IFAW, and the viccisitudes of their budgets these days. It is fascinating to see obviously rich women using EBT cards, but these days they do.
Their news is predigested for them by their children. Indebted strivers, who are starting to realize they may never pay off that student debt, and NOTHING ever changes their opinion about their own virtue. They are the virtuous. Even when they steal. Opiates from poor kids, and slick insider trading moves are ok for these people. Because they are always right. They are the Overclass.
Every year they pony up the admission to the big charity yacht ball, and that’s their good works done for another year. They are free to spend the rest of the year, (when they are here) looking down their noses at the ladies who do their laundry. The men who repair their toilets. And their children, who use the public schools.
The people who know how to do real things, not just manipulate numbers on a computer spreadsheet, to multiply fake money. The ones who know what FREEDOM feels like and know how to use it properly. The Helpless Overclass want to tell US we need to be INFANTILIZED and mothered by “Mama” Harris. Thus Spake Drew
I used to like Drew Barrymore. Fourth generation from an acting family. With some REAL actors, in it. But she was surrounded by the WORST kind of adults by the age of 6. Addicted an assortment of drugs by these GODAWFUL people by the age of 13. And cut loose as no longer fun by the time she hit her majority. She got her act together and started looking for happiness. But she could never break free of the MOST TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT in the world. Pedowood. Or if you prefer Hollyweird. But it isn’t just Drew, whose job it is to paint the American woman as an ignorant child in need of supervision.
“The View” is what the Entertainment Cartel tries to pass off as “intelligent” “women’s entertainment” I have to use the different sets of quotation marks, because these gals aren’t really sure what a woman is. Like Drew they worship at the altar of Dylan Mulvaney. Not understanding that to REAL women his shtick is perceived as offensive. Romping like an 12 year old. Lisping like a REALLY bad actor. All of these women validated his mental illness or narcissistic personality disorder. And they call THIS Women’s Entertainment? In what world? Certainly not mine.
That’s ALL the Media Monopoly wants US to see. There are half a dozen variations on this, quite literal, programming. “The View”, The Chew”, The Yak, The Gak. I don’t watch any of it, because NOTHING depresses me like ignorant women. And that’s ALL media wants to offer these days. Mental illness and guilt.
Frankly, I have better things to do to AMUSE MYSELF. And I know how. I can still read. And honestly, I have been. When I was a teenager I balanced 3 books at a time. A fiction, a non fiction, and a biography. So, in an effort to remind my mind that it knows how to imagine, think, and learn at the same time, I have set myself a similar task.
I am rereading, for the 6th or 7th time, the Warrior Queen’s opus for the fiction. I am on “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix”. I am reading “QED” by Richard Feynman. His book explaining quantum electro dynamics and its implications to a lay audience. And I am reading, “The Letters of GB Shaw and Mrs. Terry”. One of those books which sounds like dry as dust history, but ends up being a turn of the 20th century gossip fest about two of the most interesting intellects of the 19th-20th century. George Bernard Shaw and the (according to contemporary reports) truly brilliant actress Ellen Terry. A passionate, brilliant and bitchy pair, if ever there was one.
I choose my brain food just as surely as I choose what I put in my body. I try to put as little junk food in my body as possible. The same is true of my mind. I play video games like Mario and Yoshi because they are fun. I watch classic movies because in the very best ones, I can lose this toxic, mentally ill reality for a while. I read, because so many people have had so many wonderful thoughts and had the discipline to write them down. I do think it’s a pity that the only Corporate “Entertainment” on offer these days demeaens women, treats them like mushrooms, or perhaps, just doesn’t care.
Caryn Johnson spent a good portion of her life commenting on how the world underestimated the intelligence of American black women. I think she won a Tony award for it. If she didn’t she should have. I saw that show. Laughed through most of it, cried through some of it. She spoke Truth. And saw EVERYTHING in the harsh light of day. I respected her vision. That was then. And I kind of wish we were too.
What you describe reminded me of a few women at a very left-leaning (and relatively wealthy) place of worship I (regretfully) once attended. They celebrated when the NY state legislature approved late-term abortions. I recall the exact words one of them said: "Now they can terminate it." ("They" -- meaning poor women) Meanwhile a couple of the women in this religious establishment were pregnant and looked forward to the birth of their child with joy, buying all sorts of baby things, holding showers, etc. The whole church supported them with joy and anticipation. Yet here are these women celebrating that poor women can "terminate it." There was a strange assumption that poor women are different than them in that they don't wish to look forward to their babies. Or they are not allowed such privileges. How can women be so ignorant of their dehumanizing biases as to think this is somehow a superior attitude? That church was like a social club for philanthropaths.
I love this!... I would not have any of these women in my home... Insufferable shrews who I will not have to deal with after death... They can spend eternity telling each other how fabulous they are as their skin melts from their ugly faces...