Category: Gender

  • Nobody Wants a Charlie in the Box

    It’s the time of year again, when all those old holiday movies start showing up in the streaming service, or if you are a boomer, on TV.  Sadly, most of these movies can be argued are products of their time.

    Or are they?

    For the month of December I asked for assistance from TPTB to put together a coherent string of random thoughts, take a few bong hits postulate which of the classic Christmas movies can actually be made today.

    This is my review of Campanology Brewing Chocolate Babka Stout

    Today, we look at Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  This stop motion animated classic begins with the narrator, a snowman voiced by Burl Ives, tells us a story of the most famous reindeer of all.  He takes us to the beginning of the story where Santa’s reindeer, Donner, meets his son Rudolph…who has a red nose.  You could even say it glows; you could say that because it does in fact glow.  It blinds everyone that looks into it directly, making it rather dangerous.  Donner believes this is a problem and decides to put a cap over Rudolph’s nose to prevent others from ostracizing Rudolph, making it more likely they invite him to join in their reindeer games.

    Later we meet Hermey the elf.  Hermey is one of Santa’s elves, but does not like to make toys.  He want’s to be a dentist.  This proves to be an issue with his supervisor, who naturally wants him to do his job, which does not involve being a dentist.

    In later scenes Rudolph’s nose cap falls off while playing reindeer games in an effort to impress a doe named Clarice, subjecting him to ridicule from his peers.  They simply laughed, called him names, and would no longer invite him to participate in any reindeer games.  Hermey on the other hand gets into a verbal altercation with his supervisor and is given the ultimatum to finish his job, or be fired.  After a brief musical number, Hermey quits.

    Rudolph and Hermey meet each other during a dispute involving the property rights of a nearby snowbank, decide to put aside their differences, and be “independent together”.  They set out into the world, unsure of what to make of themselves and meet Yukon Cornelius, a gold/silver prospector.  Eventually, they find themselves on the Island of Misfit Toys, where they meet other misfits like themselves.  They are allowed by King Moonracer, the local monarch to stay a short while, but he states his kingdom is for misfit toys, not people.

    Following a plot device that convinces Rudolph to go home, the story concludes with the defeat of the Abominable Snowman through Hermie’s crude ability to pull its teeth, and Yukon wrestling the bumble.  Due to blizzard conditions making flight difficult and dangerous, Rudolph finds his glowing red nose to be a useful asset as a result.  In spite of being a little bit different, all three characters are accepted by Santa, and others at the north pole for their gallantry.

    Could this movie be made today?  Absolutely, but not without a few small changes.

    Silver. Gold. Dick. I’m in search for it all!

    Among other things, it has been argued the entire movie is an allegory about gay acceptance.  Rudolph being slightly different is judged by his father, who attempts to butch him up because he is “protecting” his son as a worried father is wont to do.  In reality, Donner being one of Santa’s original eight reindeer and therefore high in north pole society, is only protecting his own standing out of embarrassment.   Hermey is blatantly obvious.  Not only is he the only elf in the story with hair, it is magnificent.  He speaks with an effeminate voice and aspires to work on people’s teeth.  That in itself isn’t gay but it is an odd thing for an elf to want to do.  Finally, Yukon is the classic bear with his performative masculinity, that they meet to guide their path forward to first accepting themselves.  The suspension of disbelief is low by the standard of today’s audience, who are well acquainted with the hero’s journey archetype.

    Where it would likely be changed is in the narrator–not only is Burl Ives dead, he was a white male.  He will be replaced with Morgan Freeman.  The opening scene where Santa is body-shamed by his wife will be reversed, by Santa body shaming his wife with the gift of a Peleton bike.  Santa and the north pole culture will need reinforcement of strict gender norms, and an oppressive culture in order for this storyline to work.  This time around, he cannot be an amiable fellow traveler in the story.  The Island of Misfit Toys unfortunately will have to be made into a delusional society that believes they are being oppressed by the world, thus will all be evangelical Christian misfits.  King Moonracer will be the same in order to reinforce this delusion, because apparently nothing says misfit like a flying lion (when that’s actually freaking awesome).  He will still decide to temporarily take in Rudolph, Hermey, and Yukon because it is the Christian thing to do but knows three gays will not find acceptance on his island.

    Either Rudolph or Hermey will need to be trans.  The easier of the two will likely be Hermey because Santa has a “girl” elf uniform.  Yukon is still a bear,  There will be a Clarice, but she will merely be a “ally” rather than a love interest.

    Honorable mentions:

    Little Drummer Boy.  This cannot be made again today.  The drummer boy is an ass to everyone he meets in Israel.  It takes the near death of his friend, a literal ass, for him to have a very literal “come to Jesus” moment.  It is far too religious for nearly anyone to redo, and thus will be reserved for channels that cater to such audiences in it’s present form.

    Frosty the Snowman.  This cannot be made again.  Apparently, we can’t handle a commercial where a man gives his wife an exercise bike for Christmas.  **SPOILER ALERT** The snowman DIES at the end, nobody can handle that anymore.

     

    Babka being a type of (((pastry))) that I have not tried but is available at a deli I frequently purchase bagels, might suggest this bear a Kosher certification, but I did not find one.  This beer is otherwise fantastic. It is 10% ABV and pours like chocolate syrup…because it more or less is.  They put down making a beer float with a scoop of vanilla ice cream as a serving suggestion.  Quite frankly they do something like Samuel Smith’s Double Chocolate Stout, and went over the top with it, and priced it for the average Trader Joe’s shopper ($5).  Which, isn’t all that bad.  Campanology Brewing Chocolate Babka Stout 4.0/5

  • Q’s Brain Toilet: 6th Floor – Definitely NSFW

    Feeling down?  Experiencing loss of interest in things you used to enjoy?  Trouble sleeping?  Well I have just the thing!  Q-azine, the breakthrough new medication will whisk away all your troubles and put you into a state of half-conscious stupor from which there is no escape.  In convenient gummy form, even children can benefit from Q-azine’s quasi-comatose state.  So just take this, chew it up and relax…

    IN THE FUTURE!!!

    – Humans will surpass their own intellectual limits due to enormous penises.  Stem cell and reconstructive technology will get advanced enough to be applied to male genital surgery and supply the world’s men with giant, quivering, foot-long intromissive assassins.  In order to accommodate these shiny new love tools, women’s vaginas will have to experience a similar increase in size, either through surgical intervention or sexually selective evolution.  Since baby’s heads are disproportionately large to provide capacity for our oversized brains, and the female birth canal is the primary limiting factor on said noggin, it only makes sense that babies will eventually begin evolving larger brains and superior intelligence due to womens’ capacious vaginas.
    – Due to VR, virtual presence technology, telecommuting and increasing network speed and availability, people will become even more isolated and atomized than ever with many/most barely leaving the house.  Physical contact with other people will be largely limited to fleeting and anonymous sexual encounters between partners determined by algorithm.  A few lunatic religious throwbacks will continue to cultivate friendships and families; but the men will still have humungous dongs.
    – Neuroscientists will have determined the proper intensity and frequency of strobing light to hack the human brain and cause euphoria.  Therefore, the DEA will classify photons as an illicit substance.
    – Increases in crop yields, wealth, free time and entertainment across the developing world will elevate the standard of living to heights never before seen.  The climate will remain stable and worldwide crime and terrorism will drastically drop.  Trade will largely replace military brinksmanship as the way in which former adversaries relate.  Mass migration will mostly be a thing of the past as various nations get closer to economic parity.  Naturally, all these developments will convince millions that the world is coming to an end and the system must be drastically reformed to prevent chaos and the destruction of humanity.
    – Ruth Bader Ginsburg will be recovering from her latest bout of cancer and eager to begin her 217th year on the bench.
    Are you happy Hyperbole?!
    In Defense of the Unabomber (for straff)
    Earlier this month, straffinrun challenged me to offer a defense of the Unabomber after I made a glib comment in response to his assertion that no man is an island.  I could find the exchange, but I’m lazy.  In spite of my initial glibitude, I began thinking and I actually think there is a fair amount about the Unabomber that’s admirable.  This, of course, does *not* include the killing; I’ll go on record right now and unequivocally condemn the bombings (as if it needs to be said).  In fact, the bombings were just about the stupidest possible thing he could have done, both from a moral standpoint (obviously), but also for his message.  You see, I actually think there is actually a lot of validity to his thought process and he completely undermined any legitimate interest philosophers, sociologists and technology critics might have in it; and there would be a lot of interest, believe me.
    I’ll address two points: first, that he was an unambiguous whack-job, and second, that no man is an island and only lunatics would live the way he did.  Ted Kaczynski was definitely ill and socially maladjusted.  But I certainly don’t think he was unambiguously crazy.  His manifesto outlines how human have become slaves to their own technological creations.  Even as we incorporate more and more technology into our lives, we become more and more enslaved to it; seeing the way people interact with their smart phones, I’d almost call this point axiomatic.  Of course his solution was to attack and murder those he considered responsible for the technological breakthroughs he hated so much; so that’s kind of where he lost the script.  But many of his larger points, I think, stand.
    The second point I’m addressing is the cliché that “no man is an island”.  It’s true that humans are nominally social creatures in a pathetic sort of way.  Our social organization is one small step above chimpanzees.  Rather than something to be celebrated, I see social organization and interpersonal dependence as something to try to transcend and evolve past.  Buddhist monks spend their whole lives separating themselves from the corporeal to try and embrace the ethereal.  The harsh truth from which many people try to shield themselves we is that are born alone and we die alone.  In between we make connections that, even if they appear strong on the surface, are in actuality quite tenuous.  It doesn’t take much to fracture the “strong” bonds of family.  And fuggeddabout friends and acquaintances; these relations are artificial, weak and, usually, lies.  People *are* islands their whole lives, they just delude themselves into thinking they’re not.
    The Nick Gillespie of alt text.
    You Thought *You* Were Kinky…
    Just in case you ever feel ashamed of any odd sexual desires and/or fetishes you might have, remember the Marquis de Sade.  Here are a few excerpts from the end of 120 Days of Sodom in which he just bullet points sexual fetishes as if it were a grocery list.
    – “He binds the girl belly down upon a dining table and eats a piping hot omelette served upon her buttocks.  He uses an exceedingly sharp fork.”
    – “A sodomite cooks up a little girl in a double boiler.”
    – “He covers a girl with honey then binds her to a column and releases upon her a swarm of large flies.”
    – “He has the girl run naked about a garden at night, the season is winter, the weather freezing; here and there are stretched cords upon which she trips and falls.  Each time she falls, he discharges his semen.”
    – “He holds the girl by the ears and walks her around the room, discharging his semen as he parades with her.  The audience burns their genitals while discharging.  At conclusion all involved bugger one another for two hours minimum.”
    – “He uses his exceedingly large tool to rape her vaginally and anally and infect her with syphilis.  Her vagina and anus are then sewn up with heavy, red waxed thread.”
    – “He pulls out her teeth and scratches her gums with needles.  Sometimes he heats the needles.  Then he discharges his semen down her throat.”
    Canuckistan.
    FIN
    Another horrific edition of the Brain Toilet is now flushed.  I’d say you probably shouldn’t follow the Marquis’ advice for fun on a Saturday night, but who am I to judge?  And besides, the ass omelette thing might be fun.
    You are alone; permanently and irrevocably.
  • A Better Tribute to Urophilliacs than the Gender Fluid…and That’s OK

    This is all part of one big conspiracy to turn men into women and women into men.

    This is my review of Boulder Beer Company Gender Fluid Lager.

    No…not really.  At least according to this article, this one, and this one, was made in recognition of Pride Month…or at least drag queen bingo.  What is truly interesting about it, when I looked it up on Beer Advocate I found it had an average score of 0/5 due to there being absolutely zero reviews for it.  Odd given the number of links telling the wild and wacky world of beer drinking it exists.

    With regards to Pride Month, why does this need to be controversial?  What difference does it make that people want to march because they are gay?  Certainly, it provides an opportunity for trolls to provide a practical example of why somebody might want to participate in a gay pride parade.  Which seems to demonstrate a lack of self-awareness given the reaction the trolls are intent on receiving.  I can’t necessarily say there is no reason for Pride Parades, even if the number of countries legalizing gay marriages are becoming the norm.  After all, Black History month is still celebrated and last I checked the Civil Rights Act was signed into law 55 years ago, and the 14th Amendment became law 151 years ago and neither was immediately accepted either.  A victory is a victory, so celebrate it.  Hell, World War 1 ended a century ago, and we still celebrate that (we just call it Veteran’s Day).  It’s harmless, just know what streets to avoid if you’re driving and let them be.

    As for gender fluid people and their potential choice in beer:  it tastes like Heineken.

    This may be more appropriate than I previously anticipated.  I can sit here and morally justify my opinions on this beer’s flavor profile, its magnificent can, and assume that because my opinions on beer, the can, gender-fluidty, and the Venn Diagram of communities this beer hopes to encompasses will ultimately have no impact on my life.  I can say that because I am a cis-heteronormative male married to a cis-heteronormative female, living in a world seemingly built around such normativities.  Upon reflection, it seems my frame of reference caused me to miss the point entirely.  Gender identity and yellow lagers are two prominent constructs that go hand in hand and one that I casually dismissed. Yet for others this is not so simple.  If one lives in say, the Netherlands–or as pointed out to me, Thailand–one does not always have the option to display such privilege in beer preference because one’s experience in gender does not line up in a way to conform to biologically or socially accepted gender roles–and this beer reflects that.

    To which I say, BRAVO.  For identifying the disparity and putting it on display for those that are most likely to recognize this disparity for what it is, and subjecting it to their subtle mockery.  In this light, mimicking the flavor profile of Heineken makes perfect sense.  I therefore will leave the reader with this selection of ladies for perusal as penance for my word salad, as well as some music for which to celebrate while they do.  Boulder Beer Company Gender Fluid Lager 1.5/5