domonkoz
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something I blogged about, didn't spark the debate i was hoping for so I wanted to see what you all thought about this. Enjoy
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In a recent documentary, the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond--repackaged for a Russian audience, was sent over to the impoverished country to fill their desperate void-filled lives with the hilarious banter of a vociferous New York family-- sort of quirkiness supplement for the severe deficiency inherent in the stoic Russian culture.
The movie takes a humorous turn when the Rusky focus groups reject the sitcom like Chinese vodka, bewildered by the protagonists lack of balls, guts or aptitude at even the simplest of tasks. This could not be a man cowering in his kitchen as his wife belittles him and drills him for answers like an Afghani terrorist. It was almost as if the shows premise was propagandists against the male race; that men were nothing more than stammering ineffectual creatures, incapable of dressing themselves without female omnipotence to guide them like trauma stricken children. Obviously the show did not work for Russia until at least a trace of male competence was sprinkled onto the script.
Of course, Raymond himself is not the only one championing the crown of cowering impotence. Modern television is plagued with these homo-defectus flinchers across the cable spectrum. The concrete foundation these programs are built on is the man using his foot for target practice for 30 minutes while he puts his other foot in his mouth, until his choke chain is tugged violently until his blundering subsides. Short bursts of comedic machismo followed predictably by long apologies for being such a recurring idiot, where even the most simple task like changing a light bulb results in a torrent of calamity rivaling Chernobyl.
This uncouth doofus has also wandered haplessly into commercials as well, gracing us with his sputtering incompetence while he revels in the excitement of being allowed to have some new toy he can watch his silly sports on. There is literally hundreds of these comercials where the man acts like a total moronic baffoon, until he is caught and scowled and emasculated thruroughly. And if this doens't register, heres a long parade of eunachs for your amusement.
So why then is Jack Bauer twisting Muslim nipples and pistol whipping people if American men are such watered-down whelps on television? Well a few glimmers of male competence exist for CIA agents, cops and drug dealers, but for the average working man? Not so much.
Being cast as a married man on any television show besides Mad Men is a sentence to be neutered, lobotomized and blindfolded. Prepare to spend a lot of time moping, begging for forgiveness and failing miserably at any endeavor you may be stupid enough to attempt. And prepare to have this all happen while a Woman with a permanent I told you so visage glares at you in disgust.
For me there is no love lost for the era of male dominance and the lost art of the over the martini backhand maneuver. Reverting to the McCarthy era that so many disenfranchised old men gush over would be a serious misstep towards a fair world. As bad as I told you so is, because I said so isnt much better.
The average sitcom producers views on marriage are uncompromising with few exceptions. The pendulum has swung from overbearing controlling husbands, to overbearing controlling wives. Its become criminal to paint any female persona as anything less than the thundering goddess she is. Her rare faults are absolved with ease and completely overshadowed by the towering abyss of male folly stumbling after her, struggling to free himself with whatever social bear trap he has caught himself in.
With feminism and racial equality groups combating anything that makes them look bad in anyway, it seems the only safe target for ridicule is white males, and if you're the slightly bolder producer, black men. But women have become infallible bastions of divine order and reason; leaving the medias misandry to march on.
Television is the guiding rudder of the social zeitgeist and has turned marriage into a euphemism for defeat and misery with speckles of reward, like a cookie after a violent prison rape. Maybe it is just defeat; maybe the networks are just giving us what we want; identifiable suffering. This newly discovered truth that married men are at their base loyal, but ultimately useless beyond a paycheck and ungrounded in reality. At the end of the day, their patient wives love their idiot husbands, and men love them back because they can cook an omelet without causing a nuclear holocaust.
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In a recent documentary, the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond--repackaged for a Russian audience, was sent over to the impoverished country to fill their desperate void-filled lives with the hilarious banter of a vociferous New York family-- sort of quirkiness supplement for the severe deficiency inherent in the stoic Russian culture.
The movie takes a humorous turn when the Rusky focus groups reject the sitcom like Chinese vodka, bewildered by the protagonists lack of balls, guts or aptitude at even the simplest of tasks. This could not be a man cowering in his kitchen as his wife belittles him and drills him for answers like an Afghani terrorist. It was almost as if the shows premise was propagandists against the male race; that men were nothing more than stammering ineffectual creatures, incapable of dressing themselves without female omnipotence to guide them like trauma stricken children. Obviously the show did not work for Russia until at least a trace of male competence was sprinkled onto the script.
Of course, Raymond himself is not the only one championing the crown of cowering impotence. Modern television is plagued with these homo-defectus flinchers across the cable spectrum. The concrete foundation these programs are built on is the man using his foot for target practice for 30 minutes while he puts his other foot in his mouth, until his choke chain is tugged violently until his blundering subsides. Short bursts of comedic machismo followed predictably by long apologies for being such a recurring idiot, where even the most simple task like changing a light bulb results in a torrent of calamity rivaling Chernobyl.
This uncouth doofus has also wandered haplessly into commercials as well, gracing us with his sputtering incompetence while he revels in the excitement of being allowed to have some new toy he can watch his silly sports on. There is literally hundreds of these comercials where the man acts like a total moronic baffoon, until he is caught and scowled and emasculated thruroughly. And if this doens't register, heres a long parade of eunachs for your amusement.
So why then is Jack Bauer twisting Muslim nipples and pistol whipping people if American men are such watered-down whelps on television? Well a few glimmers of male competence exist for CIA agents, cops and drug dealers, but for the average working man? Not so much.
Being cast as a married man on any television show besides Mad Men is a sentence to be neutered, lobotomized and blindfolded. Prepare to spend a lot of time moping, begging for forgiveness and failing miserably at any endeavor you may be stupid enough to attempt. And prepare to have this all happen while a Woman with a permanent I told you so visage glares at you in disgust.
For me there is no love lost for the era of male dominance and the lost art of the over the martini backhand maneuver. Reverting to the McCarthy era that so many disenfranchised old men gush over would be a serious misstep towards a fair world. As bad as I told you so is, because I said so isnt much better.
The average sitcom producers views on marriage are uncompromising with few exceptions. The pendulum has swung from overbearing controlling husbands, to overbearing controlling wives. Its become criminal to paint any female persona as anything less than the thundering goddess she is. Her rare faults are absolved with ease and completely overshadowed by the towering abyss of male folly stumbling after her, struggling to free himself with whatever social bear trap he has caught himself in.
With feminism and racial equality groups combating anything that makes them look bad in anyway, it seems the only safe target for ridicule is white males, and if you're the slightly bolder producer, black men. But women have become infallible bastions of divine order and reason; leaving the medias misandry to march on.
Television is the guiding rudder of the social zeitgeist and has turned marriage into a euphemism for defeat and misery with speckles of reward, like a cookie after a violent prison rape. Maybe it is just defeat; maybe the networks are just giving us what we want; identifiable suffering. This newly discovered truth that married men are at their base loyal, but ultimately useless beyond a paycheck and ungrounded in reality. At the end of the day, their patient wives love their idiot husbands, and men love them back because they can cook an omelet without causing a nuclear holocaust.