Thoughts from a Mean Pacific Island Girl
In the days of androgyny and utter chaos comes the word ‘gay’ and through the years it went from being happy to Giddy for Gomer. I wonder if ‘those people’ put another log on the fire when they hear ‘gay apparel’? Or let it snow, let it snow, let it snow?
A lot of fa la la las, if you know what I mean. There seems to be some things to you can kid about and others are politically incorrect. For example, you have the pain relieving ointment called ‘Ben Gay’. Is that really a medical product or a sexual proclivity?
And how about Ben Ghazi? Or the Straight of Hormuz? Or even ‘Ben Folds Five’? Bad puns can turn into a nuclear winter with politically correct scribes taking umbrage with certain vernacular.
I guess it is good to always carry a dictionary, thesaurus and now a book on colloquialisms and what not to say. Kind of like what not to wear for words.
This piece is not about gay bashing but the absurd. It is okay to interview children after a terrible shooting spree but not to mention certain words. You can bash Jesus or God but not Mohammed.
You can burn a Bible but not a Koran. And you can erect a Mosque near Ground Zero.
You can run up 80 points or more in a football game in college but not against Professional Football teams because that is somehow, over the top.
Young girls basketball team can win 100-0 but that is ok, but a girl who rushes for nearly 2,000 yards and 39 TDs is not so newsworthy. That is not considered hype, while a male player doing a flip in a game is not hype?
Of course drama is not just a woman thing anymore. Take all the reality shows from Hardcore Pawn to bored rich rednecks, the shows run the gamut. Some of these shows are exploitative like Toddlers and Tiaras and Honey BooBoo and others kind of intriguing like Ice Road Truckers.
The drama even seeps into commercials where All-state is depicting Randy as unreliable. Or the doctor coming on to pitch as a reliever, late in the game.
But the idiot in the car with his friend, talking about his epiphanies that blew his mind. Sonic must be proud of that.
A lot of these recreated shows like Operation Repo are as about as believable as the Real World. Twenty something people living in mansions speak of reality to me. Or the motions that singers are put through on American Idol or The X Factor. The best part of these shows are the ones who are terrible. Oh, and the last shows!!!
Now we have Bob Costas politicizing events on a weekly basis. The smartest man in sports as coined by Jim ‘Don’t Call Me Chrissy’ Rome babbles with a sense of sincerity about topics that are not in the realm of sports, trying to find some relevancy in personal tragedy.
In otherwords, these reporters are more like the sports version of Biblical Heretics. Parsing words and canning emotion, to sell their own self-worth. No less than charlatans than Benny Hinn or Elmer Gantry, they imbibe of the same sins as the rest of us, except they are self-appointed messiahs minus the 10 Commandments.
Always pretensiously pensive
If something is inherently good, these imprimaturs will cull or create some new drama that involves something besides the Mormons. Now we have the Amish Mafia breaking new ground. Pretty soon the Discovery Channel doing a Gangland piece featuring Levi and driveby shootings in pimped out, low-rider buggies.
You can have the gangstas from Intercourse, PA having heat with the Hershey Heights Hooligans.
Behind every gangsta boss is a gangsta ho!