Thursday, March 24, 2016

Activism Trumps


I watched Real Housewives of Beverly Hills after party aka Watch What Happens Live, and the very lovely Rachel Dratch was a guest. Her book, Girl Walks Into A Bar, is two thumbs up. She was on the show with Erika Girardi, who came as her alter ego Erika Jayne. Erika put into perspective how teeny tiny Dratch is because she looked absolutely microscopic, and Jayne looked like a fabulous Glamazon.
Erika had on a fur coat and when asked by a viewer if the coat was real, Jayne said, "Yes." A proud fur-wearing lady. She briefly hesitated, you could feel her thinking, "How should I answer this?"
And then, very absolute, she didn't bat an eye when she gave her answer.
I suppose this will have some backlash, since one of this season's Real Housewives of Beverly Hills story lines is Vanderpump's activism on ending The Yulin dog eating festival in China. Vanderpump can be kind of gross, mouthing her dog's face, or those ghastly geese living in her moat. All the while she is talking to them like she's got one finger up their asshole, "You like that, hanky-panky, don't you, you big dirty bird. Oh yeah."
Anyways, Jayne, says fuck it to the animal rights subplot on the show, and sports a coat made out of, what looks like, snow leopard or polar bear.
I have to be unapologetic in my turing-a-blind-eye to the gay rights movement, by eating at Chick-Fil-A because it's the best, absolute best, restaurant to bring kids. There is a pristinely clean play room, enclosed in glass where kids are set free. There is free Wi-Fi. A good variety of food, soup, salads, sandwiches and ice cream. And the best part, no one fucking cares if your kid acts crazy. All this for a high end fast food prices, avoiding the Jones's trap one might wander into to at Au Fudge.
Before you get your panties in a bunch, I'll ask, "Where'd you get your nails done?"
If you go to any nail salon in America, then you are contributing to fucking slave-labor, and the brainless twats who say, "Well, I tip really well," can go eat two dicks, because the slave-driver is now getting double what he usually takes in.
So what did the nail salon expose do for nail ladies? Who knows? That story went out with the changing tide. So yeah, your human trafficking trumps my Chick Fil A indulgences.
It's good to pick your battles, or partial battles, wisely.
Really though, Chick-Fil-A sort of apologized. Money is money for shits sake. Any nail lady slave driver will tell you that, they're likely doling out apologies by the dozens, and like Chick-Fil-A, I don't think they're apologizing for anything but how their actions caused a loss in sales.

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