“Welcome to Hell” croons SNL’s guest host Saoirse Ronan while riding Katy Perry-like on a swing.
I loved the first two minutes of this video until I realized the SNL group looked like the Sucker Punch girls whose diversity consisted of height and hair color. I take that back, of course there were …
… and then I remembered that this slick, sexy blonde Saoirse Ronan was once an unslick, average looking little girl in the film version of one of the greatest tragic books seen by the public as a romance in the past two decades: The Lovely Bones.
You know: the romantic, poetic early 2000s YA book later made into a film starring Saoirse in which the heroine
Her name was Susie Salmon in book and film.
So the story of the bestselling, award-winning The Lovely Bones is that a serial killer neighbor waylays 14 year-old Susie on the way home from school, rapes, and murders her. And the rest of the story is told after she is dead. This is a loving book written by a gifted writer and this is
THE BESTSELLING STORY ABLE TO BE TOLD ABOUT 14 YEAR OLD GIRLS IN THIS SICK, VILE, MURDEROUS CULTURE.
So I really did enjoy the SNL video until I realized, “They aren’t anybody’s friends.” They threw in two non-white cast members at the very end of the video as an afterthought, including Leslie Jones’ “ “it’s like a million times worse for a woman of color.”
“Oh yeah” they sing before getting on with their business.
The video actually seems to find it necessary to separate “white women” from “women of color” in the entire way it’s made and scripted. And it’s true, most of the industry complaints we’ve heard of sexual harassment have been made by white women, as if the non-white women do not exist and their stories are unimportant.
Maybe 18 months ago, a gifted science fiction writer of color told me in confidence she, too, had been raped as a young woman. She never reported it, she said, because she’d been hitchhiking (strike 1) and black (strike 2) and in the 70s (strike 3). She knew the police, even if they believed her, which was unlikely, wouldn’t care and wouldn’t do anything. Realistically — she didn’t say this — they might even take advantage and re-assault her, I thought.
I thought long and hard about what she said. Because the cops did believe me. The man who raped me was too wealthy and powerful, and they’d known about his actions for so long, that they knew he wouldn’t be charged, and even if he was charged, I had no hope of getting through cross examination in an early-80s courtroom.
And she was right. They were right.
These videos are simply being shown to placate or mollify the hurt, the injured, the injustly-treated, the 99%.
Do I like the fact that the cops believed me and treated me decently because I resembled what Saoirse Ronan has been made to look like back in those days? Because I was a young, doll-like female with long blonde hair? Whereas my colleague was a young African-American woman?
I hate it.
I hate that I liked this SNL video like dirty candy. Candy to rot my teeth and my mind, so that I will lose my heart and soul and think only about myself and my own problems instead of our collective health and future as humanity.
All of it — almost 100% of what passes for “entertainment” is bad. It isn’t just the remake of the UK 80s classic House of Cards that’s ruined, it’s that you enjoyed watching what is supposed to be an acerbic black humor takedown of political and spiritual and moral corruption made into an anti-Republican tool of American power structure and you grieve because its cruel, corrupt, perverse star was revealed for what most in Hollywood have known him to be for decades: a cynical abuser and user of vulnerable young teen boys and men.
Yes, you verbally abused me for stating Spacey was this openly via social media. You privileged your enjoyment of a TELEVISION SHOW AND ACTOR over facts.
We will shortly be facing crises that will try our souls and hearts to the utmost. And you don’t even know what a soul is. I’ll give you a hint: it doesn’t come in an iPhone X and it can’t be bought with Bitcoin or a platinum Mastercard.
Leslie Jones and Melissa Villaseñor both come in as “cameos” at the end of the video.
This is baked in to our mass culture right now and we don’t even see it. I wonder if the SNL showrunners and cast members even realized they organized an all-WHITE anthem against sexual harassment, only bringing in nonwhite cast members as late-comers and “extras” and what that means: separating women by color and ethnicity so that white women can overlook what happens to nonwhite women and privilege their own troubles, while non-white women can easily be pushed aside and silenced if they do not act or say what they are “supposed to say.”
“You realize it’s a million times worse for a woman of color.”
But Joy Reid has a Ph.D. from Harvard and a show on MSNBC!
And my friend knew that not only was there no point in going to the police to report being raped, it might even put her in more danger.
I didn’t know there was no point in going myself, until that became crystal-clear to me.
But at least I wasn’t in my friend’s kind of danger. The cops were outraged and wanted to “get” the rapist, whom they even suspected of murdering other young women — not “nice” girls like me, they explained. Girls who were risking themselves, like prostitutes and exotic dancers.
Nothing has changed between then and now except a few of the predators are being sacrificed to “protect” their more powerful masters. Not a single thing has changed.