Here are several smug celebrities doing things like telling Ann Coulter to “kill yourself” (43s) and comparing her to a “skeleton” (1m18s) and a horse (1m40s):
One might argue that encouraging a woman to kill herself rises above the level of talking about grabbing her crotch.
Yeah, you say, but that’s a roast and everyone involved was good with what was going on. It’s harmless fun!
Right, and the same thing applies to Trump’s conversation with Billy Bush. In that case, the audience was in the single digits (prior to the public release of the illegally recorded video). In the case of Coulter, the audience was orders of magnitude more and the content worse.
You read Fifty Shades of Gray for the S&M fantasies. You watch Game of Thrones where real sexual assault is depicted. You listen to hip hop where sexual assault and murder are mundane. These are multi-million dollar enterprises.
Applying these standards, by doing this–alongside hundreds of millions of others who do the same–are you not advocating for things much worse than a guy having an illegally recorded private conversation about aggressively hitting on women could have ever intended to? And more important still than your advocacy is your patronage of those who trade in this stuff.
Yeah, but those things are just for fun, you say. I mean, just because we’re enthralled by viciousness and violence and sexual assault doesn’t mean we’re advocating any of it!
Right, and just because a few guys shooting the breeze joked about crotch-grabbing doesn’t mean they’re advocating it, either. Let’s review the video:
Did you see Trump kiss the hostess like he said he was going to? No, of course you didn’t, because of course he didn’t, because of course he wasn’t serious about what he was saying, and of course the people in the conversation knew that, and of course none of them thought anyone else would be privy to their vulgarity.
He’s been in the public eye for four decades and yet has just one dubious and unsubstantiated accusation of sexual malfeasance against him despite the ubiquity of beautiful women in his world over the last fifty years. His sexual market social value is atmospheric and he’s utilized that to his advantage, and here we get a glimpse of him having some fun crassly bragging about it.
If I could have been a fly on the wall through the course of your entire adult life and taken any two-minute period from it and shared it with the entire world, think I could make you look like a monster?
Seventeenth century New England Puritans have nothing on self-righteous, hypocritical, self-unaware modern Americans.
Awhile back The Onion aired a special report entitled “Every Potential 2040 Presidential Candidate Unelectable Due To Facebook”.
What we’re seeing play out before us is everything Orwell and Huxley warned us about. In a world where everyone can find everything you’ve ever said, written, and sometime in the future even thought, the Cathedral is able to destroy anyone it desires to destroy with a well-timed revelation or two.
Every person alive, were the worst two minutes of his life aired to the world, will find himself precluded from the presidency. That doesn’t mean that in practice no one will be presidentially electable (substitute for whatever other position of power you’d like here–the mechanism remains the same)–it merely means those unapproved by the Cathedral will be unelectable.
Unless we reject this bullshit, that is.
Parenthetically, always feel free to borrow–in spirit or verbatim, with or without attribution–anything presented here. Trump left it all on the field on Sunday. We should do the same.