Last week I wasted some valuable breaths thinking about how I wished I took greater advantage of being a white male because apparently you can just say anything to anyone, demonstrably false or not, in a “solemn” setting of judicial confirmations and it’s cool.
This morning I’m reminded that actually I can’t. BUT if I’m rich and famous I can assault someone on Live television in front of a room of people and IT’S cool.
Please note that that’s not a statement on Chris Rock’s joke (or rather, the joke that the writers and editors or the Oscars gave Chris to deliver), Will Smith’s response, the appropriateness of any of the above nor of the devestating effects of alopecia. Just… you know, if I was sitting in the audience of a Chris Rock show (unlikely) and he insulted my wife (unlikelier) and I ran up there and smacked him (extremely unlikely) I wouldn’t be sitting happily at my home reading about the fallout online.
ilyAIMY w Don Zientara (looming in the back) and one of the interviewbeests from WERA. Honestly, there were so many of them I lost track of who was who.