Whoopi and Elisabeth Hasselbeck got into it recently on The View over use of the N-word. You can see the video of the exchange on Us Magazine. Elisabeth, of course, cries, wearing her white guilt on her sleeve. She refuses to understand why it’s alright for black people to use ‘the n-word.’ Of course, she cites the movie Crash as her politically correct credentials. Whoopi makes two important points in response. First, she explains that when black people use ‘the N-word,’ they have taken it from the hands of white people who use it against them. She says, “This is a word that has meaning
Well, it’s official. Whoopi Goldberg is the new co-host on The View. I’m very excited about this development.
I love The View and once Rosie joined I started watching it frequently. I did indeed see the spat between Rosie and Elisabeth. It was rough, and it was synechdochic of the state our country is in between left and right, I think. The gossip is that Whoopi is going to take Rosie’s place. That’s exciting news.
Slate has a nice analysis of the clever caveman commercials and their potential as comic television.
The #1 word of the year is Truthiness, as voted on by the Merriam-Webster online community. The word comes from Stephen Colbert, of course. Merriam-Webster defines truthiness as: 1 : “truth that comes from the gut, not books” (Stephen Colbert, Comedy Central’s “The Colbert Report,” October 2005) 2 : “the quality of preferring concepts or facts one wishes to be true, rather than concepts or facts known to be true” (American Dialect Society, January 2006).
I spent part of today cleaning out my clothes of old clothes. Tomorrow I am going to go through my drawers. A sort of purging, I guess you could say. I don’t know what to do with these clothes, since most of them are good. They aren’t rags or torn or stained. They are just clothes that I don’t wear anymore for a variety of reasons. Which is just embarrassing because it’s emblematic of my crass consumption. I read on ABC an article that talks about where your clothes go when you donate them. They -don’t- go to poor families for free. Anyway, we’re spending
Watch this. It’s Michelle Malkin’s response to Rosie’s “Ching Chong Chinese” on The View, which I posted about a while back. Ok, Ok, I know it’s Michelle Malkin, but it makes a great point. Of course, when you do something racist like Rosie did, you leave yourself open to this kind of valid response. It’s unfortunate that Rosie is fodder for someone in the right wing like Michelle. Just because Malkin is ultra-conservative, doesn’t mean she cannot launch these criticisms. I hate when this kind of thing happens, because it means people like Malkin can accuse you of hypocrisy. That just sucks.
In my deepest disappointment, Rosie O’Donnell’s racist “Ching Chong Chinese” on the View. I’ve been liking her co-hosting stint lately, until this. I don’t know why she succumbed to this bit of racism, but I guess she didn’t know any better. It’s an example of white obliviousness when white people who are generally progressive make jokes about immigrant accents by exaggerating and mimicking them. There’s no excuse for this behavior, especially when it’s televised for the world to see:
Hype around a new summer replacement show called The Days attracted me to the interesting storyline, so I watched the first twenty minutes of the show. Promoted as unique, edge, and unexplored, the show was disturbingly flat. It’s failure is an example of postmodern hyperbole in contemporary panic culture. Consider this review from Zap2It.com (A Tribune Media Service), “‘The Days’ Gets Chance To Shine”: Booked for a six-week test run, “The Days” is a bold attempt by creator John Scott Shepherd (“Life or Something Like It”) and executive producers Mike Tollin and Brian Robbins (“Smallville,” “One Tree Hill”) to revisit a series format that has
As a kid, I liked I Dream of Jeannie without understanding what Jeannie stood for. On the one hand, Jeannie is one chick who seriously needs a copy of The Feminine Mystique. On the other, it’s delightful that the psychiatrist, Dr. Bellows himself