by Angela K. DurdenViolet Paley says she went bobbing for apples on James Franco* in his car when he asked her to. "I could have said no, but because of the power dynamic the situation was so surreal," she said. "I wanted him to like me."
Now she's crying in her chardonnay because, frankly, she rendered service thinking it would get her ahead in her career, and it didn't. Caveat emptor.
I've written about this before: Women who trade sexual favors for career advancement. This is not a new thing. But for the women who have been raised on a nauseous blend of female empowerment pablum**, they can say with a straight face what one of Franco's accusers said this morning on a national news show: "I just want comedy to be a safe place."
"This morning I spilled spot remover on my dog and he disappeared" and "What do you call a dog with no legs? It doesn't matter, he isn't coming" are silly jokes, but they turn language around and make you think. That includes the joke that goes, "Last night my dog was sick on my piano, but that's okay. I'd rather that than have a sick pussy on my organ."
See? Language. Thinking.
But these little girls in women's bodies, barely weaned from her bland pablum of nourishing RadFem platitudes and, at the same time, feeling her feelings, would be in a quandary with that last joke. She can mention her pink pussy hat and wear it proudly while marching in the streets, but how dare a man make a joke about a sick pussy.
You can't please all people all of the time, however, you can fool some people all of the time. That explains comedian Don Rickles' career. Hey, just saying I never understood what was so funny with him.
But that's comedy. Comedy is in the eye of the beholder. No two beholders have the same eye and now a young woman who did not have the spine to say no to a man that, by her own accounts, is "not a Harvey Weinstein at all, wants Big Brother to make comedy a safe place?
Oh, for goodness sake, girls.
* I mean, look, if jamesfrancotv's 'whatyoudoinggirl" Instagram series post doesn't give a girl a clue, well then...you can't help stupid.
** From Wikipedia: PABLUM: Pablum is a processed cereal for infants originally marketed by the Mead Johnson Company in 1931. The trademarked name is a contracted form of the Latin word pabulum, which means "foodstuff". The name had long been used in botany and medicine to refer to nutrition or substances of which the nutritive elements are passively absorbed. The word can also refer to something that is bland, mushy, unappetizing, or infantile.
I've written about this before: Women who trade sexual favors for career advancement. This is not a new thing. But for the women who have been raised on a nauseous blend of female empowerment pablum**, they can say with a straight face what one of Franco's accusers said this morning on a national news show: "I just want comedy to be a safe place."
Heloooo! Earth to wannabe comedy writer: Comedy isn't safe.
By it's very nature comedy cannot, must not, be safe. Comedy is supposed to make folks laugh and get mad, shock and entertain, but most of all, comedy is supposed to make one think."This morning I spilled spot remover on my dog and he disappeared" and "What do you call a dog with no legs? It doesn't matter, he isn't coming" are silly jokes, but they turn language around and make you think. That includes the joke that goes, "Last night my dog was sick on my piano, but that's okay. I'd rather that than have a sick pussy on my organ."
See? Language. Thinking.
But these little girls in women's bodies, barely weaned from her bland pablum of nourishing RadFem platitudes and, at the same time, feeling her feelings, would be in a quandary with that last joke. She can mention her pink pussy hat and wear it proudly while marching in the streets, but how dare a man make a joke about a sick pussy.
But that's comedy. Comedy is in the eye of the beholder. No two beholders have the same eye and now a young woman who did not have the spine to say no to a man that, by her own accounts, is "not a Harvey Weinstein at all, wants Big Brother to make comedy a safe place?
Oh, for goodness sake, girls.
** From Wikipedia: PABLUM: Pablum is a processed cereal for infants originally marketed by the Mead Johnson Company in 1931. The trademarked name is a contracted form of the Latin word pabulum, which means "foodstuff". The name had long been used in botany and medicine to refer to nutrition or substances of which the nutritive elements are passively absorbed. The word can also refer to something that is bland, mushy, unappetizing, or infantile.
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