I don’t watch TV anymore, except for the occasional football game. That’s not some proud moral stance I’ve taken that I think makes me better than other people. It’s mostly an accident of circumstances: there’s no cable where I live, and when I had a dish system they kept raising the prices and worsening the service until I dropped it, and then I got out of the habit. Now it’s just hard to imagine dedicating the time and energy to sitting down and getting into a new show, so I watch old favorite movies and TV shows online, and ignore the new stuff.
So it’s always a bit of a shock to the system when I’m in someone else’s home and I see what’s pouring in through the TV today. As I said, I do watch football now and then, so I’ve seen how stupid and PC the commercials have gotten. But at least football is still kinda oriented toward men and a more conservative audience. The Cultural Marxism is in the background, but it’s not slapping you in the face.
It slapped me in the face yesterday. I was at Thanksgiving dinner, chatting with another guy, and a “parade” was on TV, beamed in (I assume) from New Yawk City. I say “parade” because most of it seemed to consist of dance numbers performed in one spot, which was unlike any parade I’ve ever seen, but anyway. Suddenly this extremely obvious man dressed as a woman started singing, and we gradually realized that all the people on stage with him were likewise men in drag.
The funny thing was, I had just been talking to this guy about what Steve Sailer calls “World War T”: the fact that the next front in the culture war, now that the elites have gotten their way on homosexual marriage, appears to be the push for rights for transsexuals of various sorts. No sooner had we finished talking about that, when these guys pop onto the TV and start singing about how everyone gets to choose who he wants to be. Yes, it was that blatant.
Now, here’s the thing: it’s unlikely that anyone else in my family has even met a transsexual. I’ve only met one, and that’s because I traveled in more liberal and cosmopolitan circles than the rest of them for a while. We’re talking about rural, provincial, salt-of-the-earth type people here. Take the image you have of the Amish, give them cars and electricity but not iThings, and you’ve got the idea. To them, the microwave is still kind of a fad, so you’d think that men dressing up as women and marrying each other would be completely out of line to them.
And yet, all the women in the room seemed sort of fascinated by it, in an embarrassed, joking way. They didn’t say, “Oh, I just love this stuff!” which is what would have happened in some liberal homes I’ve visited. But they didn’t change the channel or find something else to do either; they watched it and remarked on the nice boots the guys were wearing. When I and the other man in the room did express disgust, they looked at us like we were spoiling the fun by expressing an opinion held by all of humanity up until a few years ago. We were the rude ones — not the network execs, performers, and announcers pumping deviant behavior into their home during a family program on a holiday afternoon.
That’s another reason women shouldn’t vote or be in charge of things, I guess. It’s just too hard for them to look at something and say, “That’s wrong. I don’t want to burn you at the stake for it or anything, but it’s wrong, so keep it away from me and mine.”
I think I’ll continue my football-only TV policy for now. Until teams start using men in drag as cheerleaders, anyway.