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I suppose the way it works is, “I have an obnoxious, narcissistic personality. I also happen to have brown skin. When people dislike me or take exception to how I behave, as often happens, I will assume they do so, and announce that they do so, because of my brown skin. Which makes them the bad guy of the drama.”
Something along those lines.
See also, pretty much any episode of Cops or Live PD, or any of the bodycam channels on YouTube.
Including mine, I fear.
Are you feeling warmth towards this individual?
Not unfair.
Oh, and regarding that progressive empathy we spoke of recently, here’s yet another example. Note the direction of travel and those to whom said empathy is not extended.
I’ll take things that never happened for 500, Alex.
There is a limited amount of meat on the bone of any fictional premise, and many shows go for seasons beyond their capacity to entertain.
The unbothered daughter anecdote does have an air of… convenience. And setting aside the whiff of fabulism, the argument, such as it is, seems to be that because a first bra-fitting is often embarrassing anyway, we should see no problem of any kind with fourteen-year-old girls being approached in the bra department by a cross-dressing nonce.
It is, I think, fairly obvious what kind of cross-dressing man would search out such opportunities and what kind of motives would likely be in play. But apparently, “We must unpick this discomfort and name it as… prejudice.”
Hm. I find that unpersuasive.
Yup. The last two seasons – and the subsequent spin-off Bosch: Legacy, which was, I think, marginally better than seasons six and seven – didn’t reach zombie levels of bad, but they were much less engaging, and less well-written, than the seasons that preceded them. There was definitely a sense of fatigue, of we’ve-done-this-dance-before.
And again, Maddie is just not a load-bearing character. Despite appearing in most episodes, and all of the later ones, she pretty much has one decent and memorable scene, her courtroom speech. And that’s better written than it is delivered.
See also Absolutely Fabulous, which began as very funny indeed, but turned into slop with remarkable speed, then kept on dragging its zombie carcass back into the TV schedules. The thing would rise up and twitch, in TV ‘specials’ and an unloved feature film, despite the jokes having run out in season two, decades earlier.
Likewise, there were rumblings of a modern-day revival of Fawlty Towers, which is famed as being a comedy that knew when to stop – i.e., after just 12 episodes. Again, nothing about that prospect bodes well.
…many shows go for seasons beyond their capacity to entertain.
For instance.
“Ping!”
Bless you, sir. May your condiment cupboard not contain a surprising number of items that expired eighteen months ago.
[ Sprays tip jar with cheap perfume, adds fairy lights. ]
#TrueStory
Does being hot under the collar count?
Was hoping Steve Harvey said no to that. Unfortunately, no. Not that fortune had anything to do with it.
The constant re-writing of the tale, at volume, is wearing.
Praise the Lord and pass the bowl with car keys!
The Annoying Gentleman by Berthold Woltze
There are many jobs for which I would not have the required patience and restraint. That’s definitely one of them.
A warm desire to see him knocked off his bike and pummeled into unconsciousness.
I’ll go with “invented”.
From the comments:
Looking at her photo, I agree.
High-res image here, in which you can more clearly see her distressed face.
Bob Wills’ Texas Playboys this isn’t.
Offended by everything and ashamed of nothing. After 5 minutes I was hoping for some police brutality.
Some people seem determined to make every situation worse.
Seen from outside of their impulse-control-of-a-spoiled-child world, the mental process seems to be:
At every step, unfailingly.
On cop shows I have seen so many instances of hood rats posting online pics of their gun or even stolen loot. Cops do appreciate the help.
Elsewhere, so many tiktoks of lefties proclaiming things that should (and may) make them unemployable. Even admitting crimes.
They seem to live in their own world, detached from reality.
It all comes back to the advice that got amy wax in trouble. Merely staying out of jail will really boost your lifetime income as a simple example. Burglary at 18, oh look, I can’t get a job, must by oppression.
As another example, the “oppressed” imagine that white people are just given cushy jobs. They do not see the hard work. They don’t see that none of my neighbors “hang out” or are at a bar till all hours. They have to get up in the morning for work and when home are doing chores or driving their kids places. They do NOT take their “whole self” to work. I used to have to drive through a sketchy black neighborhood for about a mile and at all hours of the day there were men just hanging out and some visibly drunk.
Remember that Saturday Night Live sketch dramatizing such delusions?
Eddie Murphy’s “White Like Me”.
Just don’t call it indoctrination.
Love letters to your future rapist?
Tentatively identified as ‘Wanda‘.
Trial by water?
They’re not rapists; they undocumented lovers.
Trial by water?
Sigh. That old “exclusion” canard. When I was a kid in the 60’s and 70’s, the nearest public swimming pools that I’d visit were in working class neighborhoods between the mostly white upper middle class neighborhoods to the east and the mostly black lower/working class neighborhood to the west. There were always lots of black kids. But I well remember this because there were always lots of black kids who were disorderly or who tried to shake down white kids for money.
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Bless you, sir. May you never be obliged to explain a joke.
Thank you, David. “Ping”
Bless you, sir. May passengers never fart in your car, even quietly.
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