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Castration as Entertainment In
today’s society there is no longer any reason to leave the house to
rejoice in someone else’s misery or suffering.
Citizens used to have to make their way to Coliseums or to the
town square to see beheadings and executions.
Now, in these zero effort days, all one has to do is turn on
the television to witness 49% of our population emasculated for free. The
New York Times is
aware of this, and that is why they published an articled about it
this morning. It is
written by Alessandra Stanley and matter of factly titled, “On
TV, Men are the New Women.”
Such pieces in The New York Times are to be expected
nowadays and surprise few who follow the paper’s not even remotely
daring exploits. The
story begins with a rarely acknowledged truth: “The effect of 30
years of feminism on television is a little like an old folk legend: a
crippled peasant asks God to make both his hands the same and awakens
to find that both are shriveled.”
Amen. If that was the writer’s sole conclusion, then I’d
have no issue with her work. However,
she goes on to say that while women are sometimes demeaned by female
leads presenting themselves in skimpy outfits on the little screen
[thus implying that women never choose to wear low cut tops in the
real world–a truly risible observation], and that the trend with men
is to represent them either as “dads or cads.”
While
feigning offense, Recent
genetic research suggesting that the Y chromosome is devolving —
turning men into what Steve Jones, a British geneticist, labeled the
"second sex" — has found support in prime time. From CBS
to the WB, the fall shows depict men the way women were once depicted:
as supporting characters propelled by their biological imperative. And
perhaps because science has made it so much easier for women to
conceive children without a partner, these television fathers do not
know best. This
is the second time, that I’m aware of, when a NYT employee
has covered the Y chromosome debate and presented a misleading view of
the evidence. Her
statement regarding the de-evolution of males is as wrong as it is
repugnant.
In
a particularly delicious and ironic twist, we
are now aware that the Y chromosome is able to fix itself:
“The new work reports evidence that the Y chromosome makes extensive
use of a process called gene conversion. The chromosome carries backup
copies of its important genes, and it can use one copy to fix a flaw
in the other.” This
fact, as
it suggests male ingenuity, should make feminists snort with
anger. Of course, if they
do react negatively to such facts, they do it in private, as publicly,
they refuse to acknowledge such facts exist. As
for her quip about father not knowing best, this is belied by her
refusal to mention the
toxic after effects of so many women reproducing without the
support of men. It is
our society that pays for the media’s lies about the
functionality of single motherhood.
More crime and offspring who are far more likely to
end up incarcerated is the common byproduct of a fatherless
home. This article
devoutly avoids reciting such truths.
What
is undeniable is that the boob tube has quite literally becoming the
domain of women: More
women watch television than men, surveys show, and women increasingly
select, write and produce the shows that go on television.
Advertisers, too, are increasingly represented by female agents, who
place their clients' money on shows they think will succeed, and that
they themselves like. The
bottom line is that if the networks believe depicting men as weak and
useless increases their market share, then they will continue to
depict them in such a fashion. I
have no doubt that they will, but we should acknowledge that it is
feminism that has perverted the taste of their viewers and rendered
them susceptible to vile, anti-masculine propaganda. Yet,
one thing they would approve of is the texture of prime time’s
current male characters. Feminists
must love their androgynous meanderings through life.
In one drama, “The Brotherhood of Poland, N.H.,” the writer
argues that the show’s structure is merely an inversion of
traditional roles because the plot centers on three male stars and
their “midlife insecurity and consciousness-raising.”
If all males were like that, Phil Donahue would be on 12 hours
a day. The
sexual revolution syphilitically continues on and Stanley
non-judgmentally reports that another program: “’It's All
Relative,’ the ABC comedy about warring in-laws — two prissy
bourgeois gay men against an Irish Catholic bartender and his wife —
stretches the social boundaries the furthest by suggesting that a man
can be a mom and a dad at the same time.”
What the writer misses is that cultural warriors have been
suggesting this for 30 years, but they’ve never stopped to examine
the possible costs of their crusade.
On
the aggregate, television has always been a tremendous waste of time.
Now that the networks are attempting to politically
indoctrinate us, it has gone from being merely a waste of time to
becoming downright evil. My
father gave me great advice on this topic and, incidentally, always
knew best. I can
still hear him admonish throughout my childhood to “turn that damn
TV off.” He was as
correct today as he was in 1980. Bernard Chapin works as a school psychologist full-time, a college instructor part-time and writes whenever possible.
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