such a needed campaign. i wish they’d have included native americans as well, though, as cultural appropriation of them in costumes is just as awfully common.
It’s that time of year again when these go around. And I will keep reblogging them. And if I see the joke ones I am likely to rip them apart with prejudice.
I will reblog this every year and unfollow anyone who posts joke fandom spinoffs of this very serious and important commentary.
Look at what the fuck we got in the mail this morning. Less than a month away until the dopest cookbook ever drops.
Preorder your copy now or get left behind this fall.
nah bruh, can’t support this shit at all.
I definitely can’t fuck with it, especially since the authors are white. Black Americans literally can’t get jobs because they speak this dialect, but when white people do it all of a sudden it’s edgy and novel. Just another example of white people profiting off of doing something black people have been persecuted for.
boycott this. also their faces
Folks what the fuck
What?! I thought the Thug Kitchen dude was black?! Aww, you just shattered my whole night. Fuck this mess.
This perfectly summarizes why I love the Simpsons and hate Family Guy.
I watched that episode with my family and I could just feel how uncomfortable everyone was. Honestly, it was a really jarring, unpleasant episode.
Homer is a terrible dad. So is Peter. But Homer’s saving grace has always been that he tries—he’s bad at it and he fucks it up a lot, but he loves his family and he wants to be better than he is.
One of my favorite Homer moments is in “Diatribe of a Mad Housewife.” Tl;dr Marge writes a steamy romance novel starring herself and Ned, and when Homer finds out, he chases down Ned and, rather than attack him, asks him to teach him how to be a better husband.
There’s some part of his stupid self that wants to do better.
I never got that impression with Peter. Instead, the family has gotten more and more abusive towards Meg. It’s really unsettling for me when I started realizing that’s what happens sometimes in abusive families. Abusers sometimes single out one child to abuse, and quite often the other family members take the abuser’s side. After all, it’s easier to side with an abuser than to run the risk of becoming the target yourself.
There’s never really a point where it seems like Peter cares at all that his shitty behavior impacts his family. It actually seems to have gotten worse over the years. He expects everyone to clean up his messes because that’s always what happens; there’s really no reason for him not to be shitty.
And it’s easy to see how Meg is affected. She doesn’t have much of a character, really, because so much her screen time is devoted to being abused. The bits of character development all seem to hinge on her being this sad, neglected person who’s trying her best but never really gets any help from anyone. Quite the opposite; there have been a lot of episodes where her family sabotages any attempts to be herself.
It can be easy to forget how awful this behavior is when the only context is the show itself (frankly, everyone on Family Guy is kind of terrible). Seeing it played against the Simpsons, who are a flawed and dysfunctional but ultimately loving family, was painful to watch.
My thoughts exactly! And, agreed, this episode was uncomfortably bad. It was easy to tell it was an episode of Family Guy and not The Simpsons. Not to mention the cheap shots taken at Bob’s Burgers (which is WAY better than Family Guy, in every way), and Seth MacFarlane’s attempt to hide behind The Flintstones as a weak excuse for literally ripping off the The Simpsons.
First of all, it was a beautiful, serendipitous night that still makes me happy. I got off work after day 2 of a 32-hour run, and I was trying to decide whether or not to sit out on the patio with my co-workers and have a drink. I go out there and sorta hang on the periphery, listening to work complaints and boring opinions, so I ghost. I’ll just go home and get rest, I have the next two days off and I need the sleep, unintoxicated. I get on my bike and start heading home. When I get downtown, making a turn into the bike lane, I hear someone shout, “Hey!!!! Will! Willlllllll!!!” It’s my “little brother”, an old-coworker-turned-friend that I’ve been mentoring for years now. I stop to say hi, and decide to get a drink with him and his co-worker. It was only supposed to be one drink.
As it turns out, quite a few of his co-workers are out, too, and do we decide to keep going. I ended up having a blast, we closed down the bar, smoked, walked to an after hours club, danced. It was great.
Here’s what I’m getting to, though. My little bro is gorgeous (or, more accurately, your prototypical “light-skinned nigga”). Medium-height, incredibly muscular, a barely-there mustache and chin hair, since he can’t grow facial hair to save his life; short, curly hair; this kid routinely pulls women from 19-45 (he’s 22) at such a cartoonish rate, and he’s not at all shy in admitting it’s gone straight to his head.
While at the first bar, he sees a girl at the end of the bar he used to sleep with, and reluctantly decides to go down to talk to her. They invariably walk back up to where we’re all sitting, and continue their conversation. I’m talking to one of his co-workers, who’s very cute, in a bookish sorta way (which I’m totally into), though this doesn’t seem like “that kind” of interaction, not to me at least. Just small talk about our jobs and how she’s always getting hit on by old men. Anyhow, my man excitedly tries to introduce this girl to me, and when I turn around after hearing my name, she looks me up and down and gives me this “what is this, and why am I supposed to be talking to it” look. I could hear her gushing to him while they were talking behind me; to see her turn into this immediate look of disgust nearly broke my heart. I don’t know why, there’s no reason why this girl’s opinion matters to me in any way, shape, or form, but it hurt. It’s a look I get more often than anyone would ever believe. Here I am, with this kid who looks up to me, who literally said, when talking about why he sleeps around on his girlfriend, “I can’t help it, women literally throw themselves at me. When it’s this constant, it’s so hard to keep resisting it”; here I am, Mr. Approaching-30-And-Can-Count-My-Sexual-Experiences-As-A-Twentysomething-On-One-Hand, getting this absolutely repugnant look from this girl. Honestly, I just came to have a good time, and suddenly I was feeling real attacked. I can’t help it that shit like that will color the rest of my night. I will try to shake it and enjoy myself, but honestly, when it happens as often as it does, it’s hard not to let that shit, cumulatively, get to you.