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Family Guy, S10ep6 “Thanksgiving”:

I view this show with a grain of salt. There are some incredibly funny one-liners and visual gags throughout the series, but there’s also a lot of ugliness.

When the trans character (Ida Quagmire) in the Thanksgiving episode says “Oh my. Maybe it’s time for us girls to hit the powder room”, Lois tells her “You may use the yard” in a bit of verbal brutality. And that’s the NICEST bit of the meanness we see toward the trans community in this series.

I don’t know if Seth MacFarlane or the rest of the cast are a bunch of transphobes and homophobes, but I don’t think this show will wear well in the future. The normalization of bully culture, misogyny, and hate speech has gradually been overwhelming the original theme of “dangerously dumb but charming guy is somehow able to do millions of dollars worth of damage without consequence” and replaces it with something that makes me cringe to watch.

There’s a point past which “pausing to think” is replaced with “I don’t want to watch this regardless of the subliminal message.” Because the baseline message has been blurred until only the ugly remains–and those that watch this show might not be like you and I. They might be young and malleable, old and bitter, or raging transphobic homophobes, and the humor they find in the show does not come from the same place where my laughter lives.

When dark things happen, cracking a joke can make things better. But if I’m seeing the darkness and finding the light, does that give the show enough significance to overcome the dangerous things they are flat out saying?

Is it any wonder that violence against transgender people is on the rise? It has somehow become culturally accepted to treat other human beings as lesser than animals. Because everyone stands up and screams when an animal is abused, yet we’re supposed to laugh when a human being is mocked for being human? We’re supposed to just shrug it off as inconsequential as someone is beaten, raped, MURDERED for nothing more than wanting to be themself?

It’s not hard for me to see the correlation between FOX’s programming and the rise of violence against people of differing cultures and lifestyles. They have been feeding their message of hate for DECADES now, throwing nasty little one-liners into “The Simpsons”, “American Dad”, and “Family Guy.” About the only show they seem to have left alone is “Bob’s Burgers.”

Which leaves me to wonder: Who is adding all the hatred into these adult cartoon shows? Is it the broadcasting company adding their own spin to affect the political climate? Or are there really that many hateful people in the animation industry, to the point that no one working on those shows even thinks to raise an objection?

When a work of art is presented to the public with no introductory or outroductory statements, left to standalone with all the hate and ugliness bared to the naked eye, and nothing to try and soften the blow it delivers, is it really a work of art? Or is it hate speech masking itself as “intelligent television”, hiding behind an anthropomorphic character clumsily delivering an overbearing monologue that is razzily dismissed when he comes to his boozy finish?

Nobody likes Brian. Sure, he’s a dog and that instantly infuses some charm into a character, but at his base he’s a terrible person and nobody likes him. I asked someone who they would rather live next to, Brian or Quagmire, and the answer was unequivocally Quagmire.

People would rather live next to an active rapist than a moralizing hypocrite. And it’s that hypocrite (or the baby) that’s supposed to clear away the confusion about whether the show is a presentation of hate speech or a satirical look at “everyday” American life.

It’s hard to say as someone who believes in personal freedoms, but maybe “Family Guy” has reached the point where it needs an MA rating. Because if “It’s Always Sunny” gets an MA, the fact that “Family Guy” is a cartoon doesn’t take away from the negative impact it has on less socially evolved members of our society.

For a show with a TV-14 rating, there’s a lot of support for hate crimes and just general douchery. And the fact that weighing the pros and cons of the characters leaves even ME thinking that Quagmire makes a better neighbor than someone that’s a moralizing dogmatist is a pretty damning testament as to the conditioning effect of the show.

To think that a popular show running at all hours of the day and night espousing a hate generated message doesn’t have a negative impact on transgender people is foolish. And when a cabal of networks all join together to spout out the same negativity… Well, it’s just ugly.

All Systems Red at Amazon

…aerogel…

  1. There’s a lingering scent of scorched iron. The air recyclers are straining to keep up. Everything had gone to shit so fast.

"Reynard, are you all right?" Liliana asks. Her face pops up in front of him and her hair looks a bit frazzled. She’s a wonderful sight to see. She looks as relieved as he feels.

He grunts, knowing she will understand. They are Irish twins born less than eleven months apart and she’d always taken the role of older sibling seriously. She knew him better than anyone else in the universe. He was her sun, moon, and stars.

"All right, let me help you up. Deep breath, yeah?" She strains and levers him to his feet. He contemplates falling over for a moment, then decides that would be too painful and forces his legs to hold him. Liliana takes some of his weight and it’s a relief to whatever medical horror is taking place beneath the dark red of his uniform tunic.

She can see the pain on his face. "How bad are you? Take that off and show me–" She stops when he snaps his fingers authoritatively. "What?"

He signs one-handed: We have to go. There’s nothing we can do about–he gestures at his abdomen–now. Aid workers will be gathering. We can get help at the shelter. I’ll survive ’til then.

She laughs a bit wetly and he ignores how close she is to tears. She always got so emotional.

With his left arm slung over her shoulder and his right hand chattering to keep her calm, they make their way out of the building and onto the street. The nearest emergency shelter is thirteen blocks east and there’s some damage that looks to be blocking off some streets.

Reynard feels a shudder go through Liliana when she realizes the distance they have to travel, but she doesn’t complain. She takes over finding the best path for them, freeing him to focus on mitigating his pain and not passing out.

From here he can see a crack in the dome behind the jagged tear in the holoscreen projected sky. Green filler had been used to seal the crack as an emergency measure. It was a strange sight to see and somewhat disturbing. Dome life was usually so idyllic. The holoscreen sky was always beautiful, no matter what vision was projected against it, and the weather was scheduled and manageable. There weren’t supposed to be crashes and bangs and mysterious whatevers that tore through the dome sky and caused buildings to explode and the ground to quake.

He signs: Let’s go, Analily.

"Anywhere with you, Nardrey."

Kakushigoto 01 at Amazon

HOME
by Harper Kingsley

A knock at the door
came in the night
lifted me up
held me so tight.
Promising words
of what’s yet to come
soothing my fears
‘It’s going to be all right.’
But sometimes lies are promises
that simply can’t be held
when the world is falling down
and love has turned to hell.

We’re fighting with our friends
since our enemies are all gone
because peace is a stranger
we don’t want to meet just yet.
Dancing in the moonlight
used to be the height of fun
but now that we’ve gone the distance
it’s all about who’s got the bigger gun.
Bang bang
at the starting gate
boom boom
across the line
watch as the world is burning
keep telling the lie that you’re fine.

I can see you crying
there’s tears mixing with the rain
you keep insisting that you’ll make it
‘Deep down you’re okay.’
I’m having trouble breathing
around the words I cannot say
but God knows that I love you
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I watch you tear yourself apart
and there’s nothing I can do
your heart is full and deep
it’s the biggest part of you.

They want to tear you apart
their smiles are nothing but teeth
they would consume you if they could
but I’ll knock ’em off their feet.
If you’re not strong enough to fight
then I will fight for you
I will hold you up
I will see you through.
Until you’re strong enough to walk
to stand up on your own
I will stand by you
and make myself into a home.

Faizel 02 at Amazon

Title: Mindf*ck
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: superhero, dialogue

"I have so many regrets about today. I’m actually worried I might be investigated by the IRS or whoever it is that handles crazy breakdowns in public places. It wasn’t that lady’s fault, but I was having a bad time and I really didn’t want to be there. It was way above and beyond any kind of acceptability though, I just… I… I couldn’t stop the words from coming. My usual fucked up ‘hope they die in a fire’ thing. But really I metaphorically kinda do, because if someone’s really stolen my identity, and that’s why I can’t get a bank account now… That’s messed up. And I hope they’re earning me a ton of social security credits. Though that’s probably illegal and the government would just take them away and…"

After a long pause. "What’s going on here?"

"We’re being robbed. And you talk too much."

"Oh."

"YOU! Get over there with your friend. Keep your hands where I can see them."

"Yessir. Yessir. Oh god, we’re going to die."

"Not unless you press me. You hear?"

"Yessir.

"Kneel, what do you think we should do?"

"I think you shouldn’t lay it on so thick with the ‘Yessir. Yessirs.’ He’ll probably try to pistol whip you and break his gun.

"Can you handle him already?"

"Fine, fine. As you wish."

"What was that? Hey! Hey you, sit back down. Don’t come over here. Hey! What’s wrong with you? Are you really trying to get me to shoot you?"

"I’m sorry it has to be like this. But we’re hiding, you see. We really can’t talk to anyone that might put two-and-two together and get ten."

"What… What are you talking about? Hey. You’re hurting me. I can’t feel my fingers. Don’t."

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Do you have anyone that you want to receive your death benefit?"

"Please. I don’t know anything. I won’t tell anyone anything. I broke in here. I broke the law. I don’t want to talk to no cops. Don’t kill me man. Don’t kill me."

"What if I snapped your neck right now? Nobody would ever know what happened to you. It’s the kind of thing I have to think about all the time, creeping and crawling through my brain. The thought of murdering you makes me hard."

"Oh god. Please don’t. If I could, I’d forget you if I could."

"Is that really so? Feel this."

"Ahhh! What was that? Oh no. You got superpowers, don’t you? You got them."

"Ding-ding-ding. Looks like you got one thing right tonight."

"You can’t not be somebody. Who… who are you?"

"Mindfuck."

"…"

"He passed out and peed his pants. I think you did your job a little too well."

"Dammit. That stain’s never going to come out of the carpet."

"Well, go on then, Mindfuck. Make sure he doesn’t have any of our stuff on him, then haul him out of here. Did you already wipe our address and muddle our faces?"

"Of course. You’re a dashing 1990’s Antonio Banderas-cousin, and I’m a svelte redheaded lady in denim overalls."

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Never.

"I see you’re in the chair tonight?"

"I felt like using my wheels."

"I see. I’ll just take this guy out the back and drop him off a block over."

"Be careful."

"Of course. I always am when I know you’re here waiting for me."

"The guilt-trip has to end sometime. I think that time is tonight. What do you say, Mindfuck?"

"Fine.

"I hate that using code names in front of this guy makes me sound terrible. I chose that name when I was 14 and thought I was the baddest of bad asses."

"You are the baddest of bad asses. Watch out! You almost smacked his head. Watch out."

"Yeah, yeah. I better focus on this. Asshole.

"I’ll be back in a little while. You should eat without me."

"I like-like you."

"I like-like you too."

"Come back to me."

"Be here for me to come back to."

"Mindfuck."

"…

"See ya."

=THE END=