Sexual Harassment Hypocrisy – A Perfect Response.

Since the Harvey Weinstein scandal got lefties and liberals hot under the collar (fuck knows why, we’ve all known about Hollywood and the “casting couch” for years, child star Cory Feldman revealed in a book published in 2016 that paedophilia is rife in showbusiness, which is also old news (From Fatty Arbuckle in the silent days to Roman Polansky in the seventies child sex scandals are reported every few years,) Feldman was supported by Lord of the Rings star Elijah Wood, who though not a victim himself knew people who were, including Feldman’s close friend Corey Haim whose suicide has been linked to the abuse he suffered at the hands of powerful figures in Hollywood.And stories of how the powerful people who “owned” Marilyn Monroe passed her around among their friends have been repeated many times.

It is not just Hollywood of course, the same happens in the music business, the world of banking and commerce, and of course in politics. And one of the things that has struck me as particularly vomit inducing in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein story is the self – righteousness of the Hollywood luvvies and liberal politicians rushing to fling themselves on the condemnation bandwagon, when they must have known what was going on for years.

Last week it was the turn of the European Union’s institutions to be exposed as hotbeds of lust and sexual misdemeanour. Today I saw a wonderfully hypocritical condemnation of sexual high jinks in the EU penned by Labour MEP Mary Honeyball for The Daily Telegraph:

“Within a week of the accusations being made public an emergency debate was called and an anti-sexual harassment resolution drafted and voted through the European Parliament with support from all the major political parties.”

Which begs the response:

There is no point in sheep passing resolutions in favour of vegetarianism so long as the wolf remains of a different opinion. (William Inge)

To put it another way, if women want to avoid almost certain harrassment they should stay away from politics, refrain from applying for jobs as PA to some top executives, not go into showbusiness or learn karate.

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Boggart Blogger Blasts Patronising Feminist.

Writing in The Guardian today Tanya Gold chose as her subject the singer who surprised most people on Britain’s Got Talent last week. Today I’m going to take a break from humour and challenge Gold’s Guardian Writer stereotype assumptions about the public reaction. The article began:

Is Susan Boyle ugly? Or are we? On Saturday night she stood on the stage in Britain’s Got Talent; small and rather chubby, with a squashed face, unruly teeth and unkempt hair. She wore a gold lace dress, which made her look like a piece of pork sitting on a doily. Interviewed by Ant and Dec beforehand, she told them that she is unemployed, single, lives with a cat called Pebbles and has never been kissed. Susan then walked out to chatter, giggling, and a long and unpleasant wolf whistle.

Why are we so shocked when “ugly” women can do things, rather than sitting at home weeping and wishing they were somebody else? Men are allowed to be ugly and talented.

The writer, as we see above, brings to ther article the stereotypical smug condescension we have increasingly come to expect from Guardian writers. She assumes that from her politically correct perspective she can understand working class attitudes. Listening to radio and looking at blogs I see that most ordinary punters, led rather theatrically by what had gone before to expect another hopeless, deluded nutter when Susan, deeply unfashionably dressed and with hair that looked as if it had been cut with a blunt breadknife appeared were delighted when she began to sing. It’s the oldest narrative in showbiz but is still potent.

So to berate the shows producers and the owner of the “bring on the sad bastards for us to laugh at” franchise, or guilt trip herself is fine but Tanya Gold should not call the rest of us ugly. We have enough generosity of spirit to recognise here is someone with far more talent than we expected and enough empathy to wish Susan well because she sings beautifully (even little ol’ Tom Waites fan me looked up when she began) even if she does not look like Katherine Jenkins. We will also reserve the right to split our sides at nutters like the idiot whose act was to do an impression of a tree on a wet day, the man who chopped fruit with a chainsaw (no chance on this show but a cert for the Turner Prize perhaps) or the “witch” who did not appear to have given any thought to what she was actually going to do when she got onstage.

I suspect Tanya Gold’s ire was arounsed because she too was expecting a deluded inadequate and was angry at being so totally had over by Simon Cowell’s team. The whole thing was stage managed of course, all the “oh god, what are we in for now” eye rolling from the judges as Susan took the stage was pure showbiz.

My wife, from a slightly different background to mine, knows many women like Susan; she went to school with some and knew others through the Catholic church community. Somehow these women’s lives never really got on track, they came from an emotionally repressed family background short on warmth and affection and were never encouraged to break out of the set pattern that their parents had lived within. The working class communities, if they still existed, could not have given such people the confidence to go out and fulfill their potential but would have (and still do in many cases) given them acceptance and a feeling of belonging.

Susan grabbed her opportunity and sang beautifully, enchanting millions of people. She is not the greatest singer in the world, there are many as good in the lower reaches of showbusiness, in amateur operatic groups or choral societies, but she could sing professionally. I suspect though she will be happy simply to be recognised as a talented individual. Just to get up on a stage and sing in front of an audience takes a lot of doing, many people with good voices (my wife included) could not overcome the stage fright. We should appreciate Susan and wish her well.

Once when Polly Toynbee another feminist Guardian writer, was slagging off the working class for their refusal to conform to politically correct thinking I advised her the view from Highgate Hill and the view from Pendle Hill are very different and invited her to come to East Lancashire and take a look. She didn’t and I suspect neither would Tanya Gold so I’ll just remind her it is not big and its not clever to criticise the working class from a middle class perspective without first understanding the culture and values. After living in the region for thirty five years I am often greeted by people I meet with “You’re not fra’ round here are y’ lad?” When I say I’m from Shropshire (which isn’t quite true, I was born in Manchester but the family moved south when I was very young) it is enough to gt me accepted. It’s understood I do not speak differentky because I think I’m better than local people.

Many voices in the comment thread on Tanya Gold’s article said the real social sin lay in watching such tripe in the first place. They are, are they not, guilty of trying to impose their moral prejudices on us all? I would be happy to avoid such shows but my wife loves them so as we are usually eating at around that time (very informally in front of the tele) should I send her to the bedroom with her tray rather than letting her force me into unacceptable behaviour for a Guardian – reader? Guardian readers calling for sexist control freakery, whatever next?

I’m getting rather fed up of some attitudes displayed by other people who read my favourite paper. They are quick to join the cheering for diversity when immigrant communities or members of minorties are involved but do not seem able to accept the diversity within British culture.

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Scream and Scream again

Recent reports that the baby of Tom Cruise (4’9″) and his girlfriend whose name temporarily escapes me would be born in silence as TC’s scientologist faith disapproves of mothers to be screaming as it can give the baby “engrams” which might sound like something a Kenneth Williams character in a Carry On film might be suffering from when approached by Hattie Jaques but is actually one of the drawbacks to having been dropped off on Earth to kick start civilisation by the Thetans.

Yes people do believe this stuff folks.