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Send In The Clown.

Posted in humor, just for the bull of it, social commentary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2008 by joelle blackstarr

What makes my skin crawl?  Two words:  Wendy Williams.  I hate that wench with a passion!  To me, she is nothing but a rumor monger and a bad one at that.  Yes – today, freedom  has his “hater cap” on.  A few years back, while in the car, with daughter in tow, daughter paused at one station to hear what the female deejay was saying.  After about thirty seconds, I asked “Who is the chick with the raunchy mouth?” Daughter replied “That’s Wendy Williams“.  I immediately responded with the notion that if she (daughter) wanted to live to see her next birthday, she’d better change the station, and quickly.  Furthermore, I said that FOR AS LONG AS YOU RIDE IN MY CAR, DON’T EVER LET ME HEAR THAT WOMAN’S VOICE ON MY RADIO, AGAIN!!” Of course daughter just turned the station and smiled.  She actually dislikes her.  Not to be confused with my own personal HATRED towards the woman.

As much as I despise the clown-makeup-wearing hag, I just had to make this post.  Usually, I try to  avoid giving “press” to those whom I can’t stomach, with the rare exception of politics when one must obligatorily give a mention.  So, why now?  I was at another blog – a well-known blog – and the author was all the rave about The Wendy Williams Show (which has been picked up by FOX – no surprise there – I mean, who else?!) and how in love she was with it, making me even more sick to the stomach with each glorifying word.  She went on to say that the mistakes that Ms Williams makes are part of the appeal (i.e. questioning time remaining, mispronunciation of names, etc).  WTF??!! That type of stupidity adds to its appeal??

OK, I wasn’t going to mention the blog (basically because I haven’t quite gotten the hang of, nor grasped the proper method for using “trackbacks”.  Go ahead – laugh – see if I don’t knock you . . .) , but,  since I am quoting from the site: it’s Racialicious (If you click on the name, it will take you to the full article, if you dare).  Now, don’t get me wrong, as I am not hating on Racialicious.  The fact of the matter is that I frequent the spot, and have much love for them.

There are two other sentences that I need to quote:

“Second, it’s so refreshing how her show completely normalizes queerness among people of color. So many of her audience members, mostly black and Latino, are casually open about their sexuality”.

First of all, what the H*ll is so refreshing about the normalization of queerness?  Secondly, as I remarked in her comment area – Big deal that her audience members are so open about their sexuality.  I’ve been open about my sexuality since I was an awkward teen, and I’ve always been proud of being heterosexual.  So what?

I’m not homophobic in the least.  Now, watch me as I use the very same stereotypical-type phrase which is so often  used by  Caucasians who say they once had an African-American friend:  I have gay friends – well, had.  Seriously, when I was in college there was a Black homosexual couple with whom I was extremely close.  My friends and their friends partied at both hetero- and homosexual clubs and parties.  During that time, as a result of hanging out with them (the couple) I developed quite an entourage of gay couples (both male and female) that I could truly call “friends”.  They are all long gone, as are most of my heterosexual friends that I met in college, but, that is due, in no small part, to the passage of time – I’ll write next week, I’ll call on their birthday, or whatever, only to find that somewhere along the line, addresses and phone numbers have been lost in the shuffle.  My point is that I didn’t just have one gay friend and am trying to use that as proof that I am not homophobic.  My friends are my friends – simple as that.  I don’t get why there is such hype about being homosexual.   So you’re gay!   BIG FREAKIN’ DEAL!!!  The fact that a show appeals to a particular group of people does not make it a wonderful show to watch.  In the end, it’s just a pitiful waste of time that can never be regained and its host is still a hag of monumental proportion.

Go right ahead and say that I’m just an old fogey and that I just don’t know what good, clean entertainment is.  I admit that I am not in touch with the pulse of today’s youth and its likes and dislikes.  So often I am at odds with my children for the remarks that they make regarding what they thought was funny or what movie is a “must see”.  I know why:  I’m old.

So be it.  I know that I am old.  When it has all been said and done, I will still be old.  Unlike Wendy Williams, who will still be a clown-makeup-wearing hag who doesn’t even realize that she is what she is.  Peace.

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