Bigotry, Not Empathy!! Oh, wait.

So, I read an article this morning.

News Article Link

If you’re too lazy to read it, I’ll give you the gist. Mexican man has stomach cancer. He works at Golden Farm to support himself, his wife, and children. They do not allow holidays or sick days for the man to get chemo treatments. He shows up to work every day, basically until he is too sick to do so and is sent to the hospital. Man dies.

Sad story, right? I thought so. Is it really legal for companies not to allow sick days? Apparently so, depending on the state. Not only that, but the man is quoted in the article to say that he didn’t want to take a day off for fear of his job. God forbid he take a day off FOR CHEMOTHERAPY.

Now, the article bothered me. Of course. Regardless of who it was written by or biased towards, it seems inherently evil to me that the workers at this place don’t have any kind of a feeling of security in their jobs. They’re easily replacable. Sick? Too bad, find another job. Piece of cake in this economy. I’m fucking loaded, so I can find any old Mexican off the street and offer him a job for shit wages. I don’t give a shit about you or your chemotherapy.

But further than that were the comments on the article. I am literally ashamed to say that I even inhabit the same planet as these sad, bigoted pricks.

There are currently 6 comments total. Of the 6, 5 of them think the man’s death is his own fault. The 6th talks about which City Council speaker should win.

Let’s take a look:

“He should have gotten chemotherapy on his 147 sick days, two days a week off.”

Yes, I’m sure he did. But if you’ve ever had or known someone who has had cancer, you need to get chemo more often than that. God forbid these immigrants (because immigrants /= people) are allowed two days per week off. They should be working seven days a week WHILE GETTING CHEMOTHERAPY at night so that they can survive. Sick days? Man up and work while you’re on chemo. Pussies.

Really?

Have these people ever had chemotherapy? Have they ever REALLY been sick? Here’s where the whole empathy part should come into play, but it doesn’t. Everybody who works should be working 40-70 hours per week, and… health care? Days off? …Puuh-lease.

Others took it a step further:

“As sad as this is, if they are going to demand sick time, then they should all be on the books, paying into the till.”

Yeah..okay. Who said they weren’t on the books? No one. They’re Mexican; that automatically means they’re illegal immigrants here, apparently. Whether they’re illegal or not, they’re probably not “paying into the till”, so. Their problem! Obviously.

Seriously?

And a final one:

“He had 14 hours each day (the hours he did not work) he worked to go to the hospital……..he did not have to worry about the kids, as his wife did not work (hmmm–is this code for illegal immigrant)”

Oh, okay. So he should have worked for 10 hours, then gone to the hospital for a few hours of chemo, then to bed, then back to work the next day? I’ll refer you to the “Chemotherapy Side Effects” section, below.

Oh, and the wife not working is code for illegal immigrant, huh? Or could it just be BECAUSE SHE HAS TWO FUCKING KIDS TO TAKE CARE OF AT HOME? GEE FREAKING WILLIKERS.

God forbid she needs to stay home to give her children an actual education and upbringing instead of shelling out however much it is per week to have her children taken care of by some random assholes for five days a week. Nope, it must mean she’s an illegal immigrant. After all, her skin IS brown.

It seems that these bigoted pricks are the same ones who bitch about how illegal immigrants are destroying our country and that we should randomly do searches on people who aren’t white, or pull them over. The same ones who think that everyone should make it on their own, without welfare and food stamps. The same ones who think that poor people getting enough tax cuts to buy a FRIDGE is exorbitant.

And so on.

No one seems to be able to put themselves into other people’s shoes.

Chemotherapy? Psssh, deal with it. Lose your hand? Pssh, deal with it. Three kids to support? Pssh, deal with it. All your problem.

But have they ever HAD that experience? Have these people ever been just born into poverty?

Some will claim they made their way all by themselves. Sure you did. Your parents never helped you or gave you money. You never received a loan from a bank. The government never helped you. And it shouldn’t help others who are in need, either. Why? Because it’s THEIR FAULT that they’re in need.

Even further than that. Have these people ever had cancer? Or chemotherapy? The fact alone that this man worked while receiving chemo on and off is bloody heroic. Here’s a list of side effects from chemotherapy:

Chemo Side Effects

I challenge all of you bigoted, entitled assholes to get that sick and still go to work without ever asking for a sick day. Pick about 15 random symptoms from that list and imagine yourself with them every day for a year. Or better yet, make two or three lists of 15 symptoms apiece and switch up the lists on a daily basis.

Yeah.

Keep on trucking.

Put yourselves in someone else’s shoes for once instead of just taking off your own shoe and throwing it at them. Empathize instead of immediately judging. Seriously. I’d recommend it. Maybe by the time you’re 85 you’ll feel like a HUMAN BEING again.

Young Adult – Not Even.

So, we rented our usual pile of movies last weekend. We try to choose a variety – ones we know we’ll love or hate and ones we have no idea about. Young Adult was one of the latter, and I actually chose it because I generally love Charlize Theron and thought it would be a fun, quirky comedy.

Guess again.

The main character is despicable. She drinks constantly, looks dishevelled and wears dirty clothing unless she decides that nice clothing and hair would better serve her purpose. She decides that she wants to travel back to her hometown and get back the love of her life – who is also married and has a child. The premise of the movie is that this woman has been writing Young Adult-style high school teen-fantasy novels for so long that she is essentially stuck in one in her own head.

Great premise for a comedy, right?

Wrong.

For some reason, the makers of this movie decided it would be better off as a harsh lesson about life. 90% of the movie is in fact the opposite of funny – it inspires pure, unadulterated hatred for the main character as she ruthlessly uses people and rubber bands between traipsing around happily being a bitch and drinking herself into a stupor to forget how much of a bitch she is.

I did not feel sorry for her. I felt sorry for her parents, her friends, and basically anyone else she interacted with, but with her? Hell no. I found myself hoping halfway through the movie that she would suffer an unfortunate accident at the hands of a drunk motorist and either die or be permanently crippled.

Now, I won’t diss Charlize. She did a fantastic job making me hate her. Patton Oswalt was also fabulous as usual. I just don’t understand why they took that direction with this film. “Let’s make a movie about someone that no one can relate to and that everyone will hate. Yeah! That will do real well.”

Riiiiight.

I would have been happier with a Ben Stiller-esque film where you AT LEAST feel bad for the main character as he/she undergoes all sorts of horrible and embarassing social encounters and shenanigans. At least I would have felt something besides irritation.

I don’t see a reason to rent this. Don’t waste your money.

 

Mythology and the Propagation of Stupidity

Most of us are familiar with Greek Mythology. We’ve all been told at least one story about how someone defied the gods and was punished with some kind of natural disaster. I have always been a fan of how magical and interesting these tales make the world seem. I can imagine, when there’s a tsunami, that a huge Viking-like blond dude with a trident is pissed off and playing with the ocean like a kid would play with Tonka trucks. Exciting, isn’t it?

Unfortunately, though – it’s a myth.

Where am I going with this? Down the Information Superhighway; or, in our current case, the Misinformation Superhighway.

The Internet seemed like a great thing. At first. You could get information quickly and easily without having to pay. Videos of anything you could imagine became readily accessible. One would think that from this platform would spring thousands of possibilities for education. Scientific journals would be available to enlighten us on current research topics. People already in school would easily further their educations, and people not in school could actually glean information to the point of having the equivalent to a degree.

Well, in our dreams, at least.

Instead, the Internet is currently a cesspool of propaganda and stupidity. Anyone can write a blog post or an article. Anyone has the right to believe anything they want, because all of the information is free to read and use. Not only that; it’s convincing and provocative, just like the Greek Myths. I mean, what’s more appealing; the sun rises and falls because the planet is rotating and moving in a specific way, or the sun rises because a dude in a fucking chariot driven by unicorns is TOWING the sun across the sky for us?

I rest my case.

The popularity of the information found on the Internet is inversely proportionate to the truth it contains. The more lies and conspiracies an article contains, the more “likes” and “views” it receives. My brother-in-law Kurt wrote about how reality is really mostly boring, which is why we have science fiction, fantasy, television, etc, etc, to spice up the humdrumness of it all. This is a fact people tend to forget as soon as they turn their computers on. Intelligence instantly evaporates when we are faced with a piece of writing that is controversial or conspiratorial. We have this weird human instinct to gravitate towards lies to make our lives more exciting. Let me exemplify it a few different ways:

Health: Last week, I spoke to a friend of a friend. This person, who I will call Moltox to avoid offending anyone with an existing given name, informed me of a number ways in which current medicine is incorrect. He told me that eyeglasses are bad for you and that there are other, better ways to deal with our health which, for some reason, I had never heard of! He proceeded to link me to various very poorly-made websites that preached about auras, energy, and mental strength, but sold 2500$ golden balls to carry around with you that would “align your energies”. This person told me that he could choose which foods are healthy simply by focussing on them and merging his energies with the food’s. He told me that he could move bones into place with his mind and that he has healed people this way before.

Sounds mind-blowingly exciting, doesn’t it? Maybe like something you’d catch on an old episode of Star Trek? Warning lights go off while reading it at all? Next thing you’ll hear is that this person refused to go to the hospital for lung cancer because he was convinced he could crush the cancer with his mind. Well, survival of the fittest, I suppose. If people are THAT prone to naivety, I say let them fade out. It will give the human race a better chance as a whole. It’s brutal, but it’s true.

Next example.

Let’s go with politics this time. As it is election time currently, shit is far worse. What’s really amazing is how every website and blog suddenly has accurate graphs and charts with numbers showing how Obama killed the economy. Or how much money Romney spends. Or how much he will take away with tax cuts. Amazing how everyone knows these numbers!  Do you have any idea how easy it is to make a graph from your house with a simple paint program? Allow me to demonstrate:

BAM. Amazing, isn’t it? Now check this one out. Instant conspiracy. A person’s weight graphed against the number of donuts eaten – but look at this! Lo! And Behold! If you EAT ENOUGH DONUTS, you won’t get fat anymore. The government has been lying to us all along! Obama has withheld this information from us the whole time!

Do you see how dangerous this can be? If I can spend literally 45 seconds making this graph and writing a two-paragraph blurb about how donuts are actually good for you, imagine what people with time on their hands could do.

A snap of the fingers, and…

The president wasn’t really born here anymore! The government only puts grains on the top of the food chain because it’s the cheapest food to produce, and grains are causing the diabetes epidemic!! Ye Shiwen didn’t really win any Olympic medals! Table salt is actually ground up glass and sand! The President is secretly trying to suppress us all and has opened up secret concentration camps to torture people! Using a piece of paper instantly kills five trees in the rainforest! There are abortion factories where the Devil encourages young people to have sex and then profits monetarily from their abortion procedures! Oh, and Harry Potter is not only written by the Devil himself, but reading the books gives you magical (Satanic) abilities like telekinesis and pyrokinesis!

Believe it or not, these are all articles that have not only been written (some by the Onion), but BELIEVED. By millions of people. They caused a spread of propaganda over the Internet in a matter of hours. It is embarassing that this is what people are doing with their time instead of using the Net as an educational tool. They read and wait for the familiar feeling that “Wow, I was right, the government is screwing us over.” It’s almost like a drug. The more unbelievable the article is, the more they are inclined to believe it.

Can this be reversed? Probably not. But I implore anyone who is reading this to do more, better research when you hear/read about or see something. If this blog post scared you, good. It should. Stupidity is contagious and we need to vaccinate against it.

Don’t take anything at face value.

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Extra thanks to Kurt Foster for writing his own rant and further inspiring me. If I can get a link to his at some point, I will include it here.

Ghost Rider 2 – Spirit of Vengeance

I was pretty disappointed with this.

Of course, I went in expecting little. The first movie was entertaining almost solely because it’s fun to watch Nicholas Cage being a prick. He has his charms.

Ghost Rider 2 gains points in some areas over its predecessor, and loses points in others. The effects and action are definitely improved. Watching him try to fight the demon as it tries to take him over is fantastic. It borders on the scary, which is a good counterpart to the corniness of the film.

And then, the downsides.

The movie is actually quite boring in between action scenes. I found myself nodding off about halfway through it with all the walking around and talking.

Then the “dilophosaurus” scenes. (Please see Jurassic Park I for clarification) Well, I’ll call them that, at least. Ghost Rider grabs someone’s face and hisses at them while opening his mouth really wide. You grasp your seat in anticipation and eagerly await their soul to fly out of them and into his mouth. Instead, nothing really happens. He keeps staring at them. Their eyes shift color a bit. He stares some more. They wince. He stares some more. They wince. He stares some more. And you get the picture. One of these scenes in particular must have been a minute and a half long. Did anyone on the crew watch this after they made it? What the fuck is he even doing to them?

The movie also managed to kill off most of Nick Cage’s “charm”. They went from giving him lines that were corny but still hilarious when he said them, to giving him lines that just totally shit the bed. And I don’t mind corniness; it’s a comic book, after all. I don’t need my superhero movies to be all dark and dramatic. But a few of the lines were so bad I facepalmed, turned to Erek, and asked him if he REALLY JUST SAID THAT.

Also, the guy who plays the Devil – not scary.  Not cool.  BORINNNNNG.  It’s a shame, because the whole concept of the comic is badass and they managed to muck it up this badly.

I would barely recommend this as a rental. If you’re a Nick Cage fan, it’s worth a watch..sort of.

 

50 Shades of Terrible – A Dual Rant

I decided to check out the “50 Shades of Grey” trilogy after hearing through the grapevine that it was a good read. Needless to say, as with many other trendy books that people rave about, it was utterly horrific.

Be prepared for spoilers after this point. And profanity.

The series starts and it is relatively interesting. Our main character, innocent and demure, meets Mr. Grey, who is infinitely rich, infinitely good looking, and arrogant. He turns her on. Shocker! They meet again “by coincidence” later on and a few times after that, and she soon finds out that he is a Dominant and wishes her to be his Submissive. Ooh, a different concept for popular fiction. Cool! The sex scenes to follow are vivid and entertaining. Good porn value. So where does it go wrong?

As you get to know the main character, she becomes increasingly more irritating. The book begins to fill with interjections from her “inner goddess” telling her to be a slut or to not let him be in control of her. I’m pretty confident she says or thinks “Oh my” a minimum of 256 times in the entire series. George Takei would be proud.

Things take another turn. She decides that she wants to help him. Fix him. She can’t be his Sub, but she can try to turn his life around! Next time, on Dr. Phil…

The entire second book is spent whining about whether or not she really wants to be with him and deciding whether or not he’s actually a violent dude. But – lo and behold – she slowly begins to change him. Mr. Grey, in the span of…maybe a year total throughout the three books…goes from a cold, calculating, arrogant, sexy in a somewhat scary way – prick – to a slobbery, crying, emotional pile of goo who freaks out whenever the female lead does anything. He sheds 20-30 years of emotional baggage INSTANTLY because of her. Because of love.

Totally realistic.

By the end of the third book, they are married, have a child, and are on their way to the second child. Happily Ever After.

WHAT THE FUCK? Wait a second. 1000 pages ago, he was nailing her from behind, spanking her and…

Here is where I get angry. Obviously, E.L. James is a genius. She knew exactly what to write to make millions of naive and stupid women fall ass-over-face for her books. It is the same concept that Twilight took advantage of. I really need to come up with a term for it….

Naive Romantasy. Let’s call it that for now.

The concept of Naive Romantasy is a simple one. Women who don’t know better, especially ones who have been brought up with junk like the Twilight series as primary reading in their teens, are raised with the preconceived notion that every man can be a perfect specimen of fairy tale princery with just a little bit of work on her part. Every man can be molded into exactly what you want and need with love.

And I’ve KNOWN PEOPLE like this. Women my age (mid-twenties) who keep meeting men and becoming sorely disappointed because they don’t sweep them off their feet and instantly fulfill their every fantasy. Women who expect men to read their minds, cry when they’re emotional, and be vulnerable when they feel they should be. Men who let them control what they do and when because they’re just so in love. Seriously? Really?

It’s junk romantic fiction like Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey that give teens and women this impression. They sell because these women want to believe that it could happen to them. They could meet the real Prince Charming and he could carry them back to his mansion on a giant white unicorn, then make sweet love to them and tell them they’ll do the dishes and that they love them more than anything in the universe. That they’ll never look at another woman again because their eyes are just overtaken with love.

It’s depressing. I’ve read accounts on other blogs of teenagers that have broken up with their boyfriends because they’re, and I quote, “Not like Edward”. They compare real-life men to the men in these Hyper-Romantasy novels. So real-life men are getting turned down, ditched, and are going into relationships with such incredibly overly unrealistic expectations that no ACTUAL HUMAN MALE has a chance in Hell.

I say stop producing this shit and actually write a romantic novel that’s real. Sure, keep the juicy sex and spanking; who doesn’t love that? But please, stop pretending that men can be origami cranes folded to perfection and placed on display for everyone to be jealous about. They can’t be. Stop twisting the fresh minds of adolescent girls with your torrid trash. Learn to write better, and write something awesome.

Ladies, please. Realize that your man is human. Realize that you’ll never be an angel and neither will he. Maybe have a “Romantasy” day with your man where you guys pretend that you live in that type of world. But please accept that men like Edward and Grey don’t exist.

Come to terms with that.