This is not a happy poem,
although the dog didn’t die,
the hip dysplasia,
a result of carelessness and
homeless dogs and
and just plain bad luck means
the vet bills could possibly bankrupt me
but I love the dog
and she has to stay until the pain drives her
to need release
i hate to think of it that way
but it’s reality.
with another bankroll
would make it work differently
but could not love her like me.
I now believe it to be possible to hate the internets. It came over me suddenly as I began to google and link jump through articles tagged or categorized as “feminism”. This was by no means a search based on critical analysis and I didn’t expect to find unicorns, faerie and angel hair. I just thought there would be more… something, I don’t even know and I can’t explain the depth of my disappointment that the internets kinda sux and is basically a massively connected, collective assbag when it comes to the subject of women.
Felt like I needed to hose off my eyes. I feel better now.
Anyway, what started this search was that I watched the CBS show Under Cover Boss – Hooters. When this show was originally advertised I wanted to watch it. Wasn’t watching much television at the time so I missed it. Now I have that on-demand channel and it’s available. There were four episodes to choose from and I was almost immediately drawn to the Hooters episode.
Hooter’s is not a place I would frequent because the premise itself “wings, beer, and scantily clad women” clearly indicates to me that I’m not their demographic. Went there after a sponsored motorcycle ride and again cemented my impression that I am not their target customer.
I know I live in a capitalist, patriarchal, hypocritical, misogynistic society. Hooters is one of the many consequences of that. I’m reconciled. I have no rants for that really since I’m a capitalist myself. The women who work on the frontline as “Hooter’s girls” are doing a job and although the uniform sux as a uniform, I get how it’s not a big deal for some folks. As you go up the chain of the system that makes that job possible, that’s where we get into trouble.
- when faced with several women who stated their objections to Hooter’s based on the idea that the Hooter’s image is harmful to women, particularly the uniforms, Undercover Boss looked surprised. He felt really concerned that “the stigma” is still out there and wondered what he could do to change that without really changing the Hooter girl or the Hooter girl uniform.
- when faced with a manager who demonstrated the misogyny that Hooter’s encourages or at the very minimum is complicit with, Undercover Boss looked pained. But the way he monologued to the camera, led me to believe that he has internalized the misogyny. “It seems he [the manager] understood the brand, but didn’t understand how to treat the brand.” The brand being the WOMEN! Now whether these “reindeer games” were encouraged from a producers standpoint or this was this guy just doing himself projected to the rear seats, either way it should have been a train wreck. Turned out just to be a pothole.
- One Hooter girl when faced with hearing how other women feel about the Hooter girl and the Hooter girl uniform said, “Well, doesn’t matter, their husbands will still come in.”
all of this led to the aforementioned search starting with trying to find out what happened to that manager and ending with my bafflement that some people don’t get why feminism continues to be important.
feminism-the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men.
misogony-hatred, dislike, or mistrust of women
That is all.
I am a fan of Roger Ebert. I watched Siskel and Ebert when I was younger but my fandom didn’t continue for some reason when he was partnered with other folks. Then I saw his book “Your Movie Sucks” and thought “Ah, a critic after my own heart.” The title was taken from his review of the movie Deuce Bigelow, Male Gigolo. Rob Schnieder was ragging on a critic because of a bad review with full page ads and an open letter saying:
In an open letter to Goldstein, Schneider wrote: “Well, Mr. Goldstein, I decided to do some research to find out what awards you have won. I went online and found that you have won nothing. Absolutely nothing. No journalistic awards of any kind … Maybe you didn’t win a Pulitzer Prize because they haven’t invented a category for Best Third-Rate, Unfunny Pompous Reporter Who’s Never Been Acknowledged by His Peers.”
First, Schnieder also sucks at research because it turns out that the critic had won a number of awards. And come on, he got his panties in a wad about “Deuce Bigelow” have you seen that movie? As a matter of fact have you seen any of Rob Schnieder’s movies? Come On!
But Roger Ebert did Rob Schnieder the unearned courtesy anyway of providing him with an award winning critic’s review, (Pulitzer no less), in effect concluding succinctly — “Your Movie Sucks”
I just think that’s awesome because sometimes that is all that needs to be said before moving on to the next movie.