Wednesday, March 2, 2016

150 Substitutions for the R-Word (for motherfucking grown-ups)

Terri Mauro[0], About.com’s Parenting Special Needs expert and author of 50 Ways To Support Your Child’s Special Education[1], recently put out a list of “225 Substitutes for the R-Word.”[3]

I think that’s fantastic! Can’t coach someone on something you haven’t taught them, right? So teach America some vocabulary and maybe – just maybe – a little open-mindedness might start to shine through the deluge of ignorance that is so proudly rampant in our culture.

Just one little problem…

Never will I ever refer to myself as a “ding-a-ling.” Nor will I call anyone else a “bubblehead.” Similarly, I shan’t be referring to any circumstantial situation as “ill-advised” (unless it is ill-advised, in which case I probably would wish to refer to it as “ill-advised,” but not as a replacement for the R-Word; but that’s not the point. Or is it…?).

If I want to insult someone or something I’m damn well going to insult the living fuck out of him/her/it (see how quickly that escalated?).

Now, don’t get me wrong, I have massive respect and admiration for Ms. Mauro and the work she put into her article (seriously – she's a stone-cold badass and it’s impressive. Go read it), but as colloquially speaking adults, we need a list to match the catharsis of the venom we spit at each other every day. Mauro’s list is great – GREAT – for kids and schools (and, in many cases, professional settings), but what about the grown-ass adults out there who are too set in their R-Word-using ways to change without having a better (or rather, shall we say, more satisfying) option? I feel they need something… bolder. So with that said [strap in for some Deadpool-inspired profanity, children]…

ANDREW JOSEPH PEREZ’S 150 MOTHERFUCKING HARDCORE SUBSTITUTES
FOR THE R-WORD

(Side Note: As compared to Ms. Maruo’s article, I am only including 150 insults or descriptors here rather than 225, and they’ll be in two sections of 75 rather than three. The reason being that I don’t believe we, as a community, need any more reinforcement that negative self-talk is acceptable. We do enough of that already. And hey, you want to go use some of these on yourself, go for it. Not my chair, not my problem.[4] But I encourage you to talk nice to yourself on a daily basis and sling these insults at your friends and colleagues in place of the R-Word. See how it goes.)

We’re gonna break this down into the two aforementioned sections. The first section will deal with pejoratives slung at individuals or groups. The second section will deal with ways to demean a situation, circumstance, or experience. Here we go!

(Sorry! Last aside, I promise. I also encourage you to read these lists aloud to yourself. It's more fun that way. Okay, now here we go!)

SECTION 1: “You are such a(n) ____________.”

Dumbass
Moron
Jackass
Damn fool
Asshole
Ass hat
Ignoramus
Idiot
Limp noodle
Jerkface
Ass jacket
Ass monkey
Wanker
Bastard
Bitch
Son of a bitch
Boob
Cankerous boil
Bilge rat
Scurvy dog
Coward
Cretin
Flip-flopper
Prick
Arrogant prick
Turd
Turd muffin
Fuck-face
Dickless sack of shit
Fuckup
Douche-lord
Cock-guzzling jackass
Justin Bieber
Numb-nuts
Hepatitis-faced bastard
Syphilitic shit head
Useless pile of horse shit
Donald Trump-supporter
Butthole
Cock-cheese
Wang
Chode
Shit stain
Shit-swizzler
Cock-gobbler
Shit-swizzling cock-gobbler
Dick cheese
Republican
Ignorant fuck
Butt plug
Dildo
Democrat
Fuckwad
Fred Durst[5]*
Commie bastard
Traitor
Pontificator
Pusillanimous tit
Bung hole
“Short-fingered vulgarian”[6]**
Harry Potter from book five
Walking Darwin Award
Vaginal wart
Motherfucker
Fuck stick
Shit for brains
Jizz rag
Swamp-ass motherfucker
Scrotum-faced son of a bitch
Dick kabob
Ten-cent hooker
Isis sympathizer
Stupid fuck
Moist, gaping pustule
Unpleasant individual to be around, generally speaking.

*I apologize if this one went too far. If anyone’s feelings were hurt unnecessarily by even the mere thought of having the name “Fred Durst” slung, like a fart, in their general direction, I sincerely apologize and wish you only happiness and rainbow unicorns.
**Vanity Fair Editor Graydon Carter referring to Donald Trump.


You with me so far? Good. Let’s go!

SECTION 2: “This [situation, circumstance, or activity] is ____________.”

(You ready?)

Like being fucked in the ear with a tire iron
Somewhat less than desirable
Stupid
The worst
Fucking terrible
Actively offensive to my sensibilities
Boring
Boring as hell
Boring as fuck
Shitty
Fucking shitty
What Hell feels like
Degrading
Insulting to my intelligence
Beneath me
Worthless
A waste of time
Counterproductive
Fucked
FUBAR
Pathetic
Weak
Unbearable
Deleterious
Adverse to my ability to ever get an erection again. Ever.
Sophomoric
Asinine
Canadian[7]
A veritable shit storm
Aggravating
Vexing
Perturbing
Idiotic
Moronic
The best you could come up with?
Fucking ridiculous
So awful I want to gouge my eyes out with a dead rat’s teeth
Like Apartheid*
Worse than terrorism
Making me wish I was getting an un-anesthetized root canal
Hellacious
Torturous
Like a catheter made of cactus spines
Sucky
A fuck-a-doodle-do
Fucking infuriating
A dip-shit parade
A carnival of ignorance
A cock-sucking shit time
One long, fucked up [experience]
A goddamn tragedy
A dumbass convention
Unapologetically awful
Blasphemous
Hate-worthy
Physically painful
Frustrating as fuck
Gross
Embarrassing
Tedious
A shit show
Nothing short of nauseating
Shitsville
Fuck-Me-Topia
Fuck-tastic
Cock Town
Reason to drink
Why I do heroin
How the Holocaust got started**
Why America, like Rome, will inevitably fall
Dick-slap shit-fucked
Cock-shit motherfucked
Shit-Cock McGee
Fucking fuckety shit fucked
Kinda lame

*Because Apartheid was bad.
**Because the Holocaust was also bad.


So to sum up…

With so many glorious, verbose, and exasperatingly pretentious and crass ways to degrade, demean, and destroy one another in verbal or written onslaughts… Do you really want to be the last [Bonus Round!] troglodyte holding on to an outdated slur from a bygone, ignorant era of classlessness?


Didn’t think so.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

The Responsibility of Storytellers and the R-Word

Quick thing before you dive in here: if you run out of time reading this article, just watch this video from Jane Lynch and Lauren Potter, share it, and have a lovely day.

When Brett Ratner, producer of The Revenant, Horrible Bosses (1 & 2), and the would-be producer of the 2012 Oscars said, when asked how rehearsals for Tower Heist were going, that “rehearsal is for fags.” The outcry was swift and his stepping down from producing the Oscars that year [1], though an obvious step, was equally immediate. He apologized saying,

“I apologize for any offense my remarks caused. It was a dumb and outdated way of expressing myself. Everyone who knows me knows that I don’t have a prejudice bone in my body. But as a storyteller I should have been much more thoughtful about the power of language and my choice of words.” [2]

How much truer a statement could there be about the responsibility we, as storytellers, have? It is not only our obligation to tell every story with sincerity, earnestness, and full commitment, but also with respect for the power that words have to entertain, bore, heal, and harm.

Words are like sharks and power tools in that way. If you’re a person who works with them, the second you don’t respect them, people get hurt.

So to loop back to my last post, I find it unnerving that one of America’s golden boys, Robert Downey Jr., a man plagued by addiction, ravaged by the choices he’s made, and constantly under the magnifying lens of scrutiny would so callously state that “it’s any artists right to say and do whatever they wanna do.” [3]

I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but to me, that doesn’t sound like art.

That sounds like an excuse for anarchy and opportunism, which, given some of his nocturnal activities over the last decades, may be exactly where his focus and care lie, rather than in his art and his responsibility to those who hear the stories he tells.

Fun fact: the FCC standard for qualifying something as a “Profane Broadcast” is as follows:
Any broadcast “including language so grossly offensive to members of the public who actually hear it as to amount to a nuisance.*” [4]

[*Nuisance: 1. Harm, injury, 2. One that is annoying, unpleasant, or obnoxious: pest. Merriam-Webster 2016.]

Furthermore, the FCC states that “Profane Broadcasts” are prohibited on network broadcast stations (radio and television) between the hours of 6am and 10pm specifically in order to insulate children from exposure to unwanted profanity while in their formative years. (This, of course, does not apply to cable, satellite, or film, as those are subscription or for-purchase services, but merely to radio and network broadcast television.)

So with all of this in mind – our obligation as storytellers, as Mr. Ratner put it, to be “thoughtful about the power of language and [our] choice of words,” our understanding as a nation that it is our duty to insulate those most impressionable in our communities from profanities until they are mature, educated, and developed enough to form their own opinions about the weight their words carry, and the very base understanding that words can hurt, damage, and poison our very ability to communicate with each other – with all of this in mind why – WHY – have we not collectively recognized, as (as the FCC calls us) “members of the public” (which, last I checked, we all are) that the pejorative use of the word “retard” and all of its derivatives and synonyms is offensive, toxic, ignorant, and, as Mr. Ratner puts it when referring to another now-recognizably inappropriate pejorative slur, “outdated?”

With that said! I present to you…

THE ANDREW JOSEPH PEREZ TWO-PART, TOP 5 LISTS!

THE TOP 5 LIST OF THE R-WORD USED MOST USELESSLY AND OFFENSIVELY IN A SCRIPTED TEXT (not including Tropic Thunder because that’s cheating)!

And…

THE TOP 5 LIST OF THE R-WORD USED AS EFFECTIVE STORY TELLING IN A SCRIPTED TEXT!

(Because it’s only fair to look at this from all possible sides. So let’s do just that. Here we go!)


THE TOP 5 LIST OF THE R-WORD USED MOST USELESSLY AND OFFENSIVELY IN A SCRIPTED TEXT (not including Tropic Thunder because that’s cheating)!

5. Liar Liar starring Jim Carey
In one of the funniest scenes of one of the funniest films I have every seen, Jim Carey, incapable of telling a lie, is commanded to, essentially, roast all of the partners of his law firm. When he gets to one particularly ancient partner, he says that he’s only still working because “he can’t go home ‘cuz he hates his wife.” He further explains that everyone knows who she is from the Christmas parties: “she’s the one who gets plastered and called him a retard.”
Even as a kid I was completely taken out of the fun of the moment and wildly disappointed at the flagrant and completely unnecessary use of the R-word. It advanced the plot 0% and it was jarringly out of place as it pertains to the rest of the language used in the film (which, while hilarious inappropriate, contains no other derogatory slurs that I can recall).

4. Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
Joss. Dear, dear Joss. For the love of Jayne Cobb why in the gorram hell did you have to have Nathan Fillion, as Captain Hammer, in the song “Everyone’s a Hero,” use the lyric:
“Everyone’s a hero in their own way. Everyone can blaze a hero’s trail. Don’t worry if it’s hard; if you’re not a friggin tard you will prevail.”
So… (Do I really even have to type this?) So, the implication is that everyone – as long as you are not intellectually disabled – everyone else can be a hero? But if you’re intellectually disabled, you’re, what, useless? Not hero material? Like Tropic Thunder said – you can’t “be a war hero?” Thanks, Joss. Way to really fight for the rights of the writers who are out there on the front lines speaking some truths and need to be defended against the evil studios who are keeping their paychecks too low (yeah – Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog was released on the web during the 2007/2008 writer’s strike as a protest against all the fighting. Way to fight for the little guy. Like TV studio writers.) [5]

3. Anchorman
You can barely make it five minutes into one of the most iconic comedies of my generation before you’re hit in the face with Steve Carell, as Brick Tamlin, stating that, years from that day, a doctor would inform him that he has “an IQ of 48 and [is] what some people call… mentally retarded.”
This one’s a tough one. The clinical term is used accurately here, which makes me want to be okay with it. But on the flip side, it in ZERO ways advances the plot, it unnecessarily labels Brick’s actions as those of a person with an intellectual disability (which means that any time we, the audience laugh at him, guess what?!...), and, much like Liar, Liar, as far as I can recall there are no other slurs used in the course of the film in this way.
The other thing that puts this right up there with the Tropic Thunder-style use (huh. Another Ben Stiller movie with unnecessary, offensive, and callous derision of the intellectually disabled? Gee. I’m shocked.) is that any other offensive jibes used in the film are apologized for in the moral of the story.
It’s not okay to be sexist because opportunity should be merit-based, not gender based.
That’s the moral right? Wait – so the moral isn’t “the intellectually disabled have the same rights as everyone else and, therefore, shouldn’t be made fun of to the delight of the movie-going public who hasn’t been taught any better yet, while the writers are being paid buckets of money and instead of using that power to educate those seeing the film or come up with inventive ways of telling jokes, they’ve chosen to take a cheap shot at a group of people who have the hardest time fighting back?” Huh.

2. I-Spy starring Eddie Murphy and Owen Wilson
Man… I’m just gonna put the transcript of the scene here:
(If you haven’t seen this film, the setup here is that Owen Wilson is a spy who is going to use Eddie Murphy – a celebrity boxer – as a civilian cover for a covert operation overseas, but to keep it on the DL from his entourage, Eddie Murphy’s character has created a story as to why this bumbling sap is flying with them on the private jet.)

“I said I had to take care of the President’s retarded nephew.”
“What?”
“Yeah, they think you’re a retard. All you do is get some drool, a helmet, and zip your jacket up real tight. You get that mentally challenged look. Hold on just a second, that’s good!”
SERIOUSLY? There is literally no reason for this scene other than to give the crowd a laugh at the expense of Owen Wilson’s lawful-good yet charmingly bumbling character and the intellectually disabled. It was fully unnecessary and, in fact, detrimental to the film (sure made it a lot harder for me to care about Eddie Murphy’s character or sympathize with him, even by the end).

1. “Let’s Get It Started / Retarded” by The Black-Eyed Peas
I’m going to do this one fast…
IF YOU HAVE TO RELEASE A COMPLETELY SEPARATE VERSION OF YOUR SONG BECAUSE YOU KNOW THE FCC WON’T ALLOW IT TO BE PLAYED ON THE RADIO AS IT’S WRITTEN BECAUSE THE VERY HOOK OF IT WILL BE FOUND TO DEFINITIVELY BE PROFANITY, THEN JUST DON’T WRITE THAT SONG.
I mean, come on, Fergie. It’s a sick beat. I love the “started” version. Why on EARTH was there a need for the other version at all?

[As a personal side note on this one: the alternate version that was FCC approved was so pervasive that I did not even know that there was the “Let’s Get Retarded” version until someone was singing it in a class of mine in high school and I was like, “don’t fuck with the lyrics like that just to use that word –that’s not cool.” And he was like, “Dude, that’s the song.” And I was like, “No, it’s not.” And he was like, “look,” and pulled out his iPod-1 (that’s right; we had iPod-1’s. #hipsterstatus) and made me listen to it. Afterwards I was like, “that’s still super offensive, but I now see that the song, is, in fact, what you sang. But still, that word’s not cool.” And he was like, “I feel you. I won’t use it.” And I was like, “cool. I appreciate that.”]

And now…

THE TOP 5 LIST OF THE R-WORD USED AS EFFECTIVE STORY TELLING IN A SCRIPTED TEXT!

5. Blazing Saddles
Man, oh, man. This is one I’ve struggled with for years, but here’s how I’ve come to feel about it:
“Candy gram for Mongo!”
Let’s clarify something first…
Mongo > “Mongoloid” > Mongolian (you following my etymological chart so far?).
Now, the way that “Mongoloid” has been used colloquially is as either a derogatory term for an Asian (referencing that they look like stereotypical renditions of Mongolians and implying that they are, therefore, inferior), or for someone with Downs Syndrome (the larger forehead looks like a Mongolian and, again, implies that they are, therefore, inferior [so many layers of offense!]).
So the character Mongo in the film, who is obviously supposed to be slow of thought but swift of fist (and, in the end, large of heart), is blatantly jabbing at people with intellectual disabilities.
Here’s why I don’t find this one all that offensive.
A) This film came out in a time when there really hadn’t been a push to reclaim and reorient our attitudes regarding the R-word and it’s synonyms and derivatives. So there is some historical forgiveness that goes into this.
B) In the end, Mongo turns out to be part of the solution and an integral part of the hero’s victory over evil. So, while named offensively, the role of the character in the storyline of the film was heroic, brave, and necessary for the triumph of good over evil.
C) Blazing Saddles, more than probably any other Mel Brooks film, takes the audience to task on their prejudices. Richard Pryor’s contributions and Cleavon Little’s performance pushed the language of that film in a way that not many mainstream writers and performers were brave enough (or given the opportunity) to at that time. They managed to entertain and tickle the audience while simultaneously showing the viewer that, “hey. Guess what? It’s not okay to treat black people like they’re inferior. And, hey. Guess what? It’s also not okay to dismiss the intellectually disabled, because they are just as capable of heroism as anyone else (Joss, I’m looking at you).”

4. Mean Girls
Regina George (Rachel McAdams) states, early on, “I know what home school is, I’m not retarded.”
While jarring and ill-received the first time I saw this film, upon a rewatch (or 30) I’ve actually come to not only not-mind the use of the R-word here, but I actually think it’s great story telling.
Regina George is supposed to be awful. She’s supposed to remind us of all of those haughty hotties from high school who tormented us with mockery, violence, and slander (or libel, depending on their methodology). She’s supposed to put us on the side of Cady Heron (Lindsay Lohan) and her team of lovable outcasts on their vendetta mission against “The Plastics.”

(Also, real quick, if you’re too young to have seen this movie yet, I hereby encourage you to go defy your parents and just watch it. It’s some of the smartest comedy writing you will ever see and a testament to Tina Fey and everyone involved.)

So for the R-word to be included in the constant barrage of insults from Regina and her cronies – a barrage which later reaches a breaking point when “The Burn Book” becomes publically available in the halls of the school and Tina Fey has to step in to be like (slightly paraphrasing for effect here) “you’ve got to stop using these words toward each other. It just makes it okay for anyone to use these words to hurt each other,” I felt like the R-word was still there, in the back of our minds.
Like, “You know, anything Regina said was probably kind of awful and hurtful. Maybe I shouldn’t say shit that she said. Like ‘retard.’ Yeah…”

3. Anchorman 2
Okay, I’m slightly cheating here, but I think it’s important to have this one on the list.
On March 29, 2012, Anchorman 2 (and 1) director Adam McKay pledged via Twitter that he would not use the R-word anywhere in Anchorman 2, and he didn’t. Boom.

Now, the character of Brick Tamlin as a whole aside (yes, Mr. McKay, it is still offensive to spent two movies making fun of people with intellectual disabilities by having one character state that he is “mentally retarded” and then do a ton of ridiculous and outlandish things to amuse the audience at his expense, targeting the lowest common denominators of comedy), all of that aside, Adam McKay stuck to that pledge and did not use the R-word in the script.
Progress is progress, yo. One step at a time.

2. The North Plan by Jason Wells
(This one’s cheating again, sorry not sorry.)
So, check this out:
I was in a production of the play “The North Plan” by Jason Wells a number of years ago and, early in the play, the hero character says something (I can’t recall the exact line and don’t have access to the script at this time), but something to the effect of,
“Oh my god. You are actually retarded,” referring to the comically inept Ozarks-dwelling woman in the jail cell next to him [he had been arrested at a checkpoint while trying to smuggle a US Government-created list of names of people considered to be possible threats to national security on the advent of the Government preemptively “eliminating” those threats (if you aren’t up on Oliver North, take a once-over on him and some of the BS he pulled. Scary and real [6]). She had been arrested when she turned herself in for drunk driving the night before and not getting caught – hoping that she would be let off for her honesty.]
So, you’ve got this line that feels way out-of-place and unnecessary and actually makes the hero way less likeable. Now check this out:
Like, a week into rehearsal (I’d been trying to navigate how exactly I was going to approach the director about changing the word – especially since I wasn’t the one in the role saying it), anyway, like a week into rehearsal we get an email from Jason Wells, the playwright, and he says, basically Hey guys! So stoked you’re doing my play! Hey – sorry to bug you, but one change: when the guys says “you’re actually retarded,” please change that to “you are actually an imbecile.” The language wasn’t working there and it was making him unlikeable. Thanks, k byeeeeee!
Booyah, baby! Right?!
(Yes, like I said, this one’s cheating, too, but dang that story is worth telling here.)

1. Glee
Just across the board any time that show has dealt with a word, a topic, or a prejudice, they have done so with grace, humanity, wisdom, care, and precision. I have mad respect for EVERYONE on that team.
Also, while we’re talking about Glee, just take a minute to watch this PSA that Lauren Potter and Jane Lynch put out a few years back. It says it better than anything I write can.

Alright. If you’ve made it this far in this post, you deserve a cookie. Or a protein shake. Whatever you like.

Spread the word to end the word. [7]

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Facing Fears: The R-Word in Tropic Thunder

First, a confession: I did not watch Tropic Thunder until February 7th, 2016.

It took me EIGHT YEARS to get enough courage up to watch it.


Here's some related background on my relationship with Ben Stiller, the R-word, and 'comedies': When I saw There's Something About Mary, it was so unnecessarily offensive and malicious that I had to leave the room halfway through.


I was eleven.


I don't even remember what the specific moment of mockery was that triggered me to leave, if there even was one, though regardless of the specific instance of derision it was a cumulative effect from the first half of the movie (and I did subsequently go back and watch the rest of it just to be able to form a fully-fledged opinion about it - which, as it turned out, was that it was callously, unapologetically, and maliciously offensive), but, regardless, I had had enough of that movie disparaging people with disabilities to watch any more of it on that particular night.


So when Tropic Thunder hit and the controversy raged, I boycotted the thing without seeing it. Because I didn't need to. I didn't want any more hate and rage and venom in my life.


But now? I think a little rage might be exactly what's needed. Tropic Thunder was part of the catalyst that brought the Spread The Word To End The Word campaign to life, so it seems as appropriate a catalyst for me to use this year as any.


Let's all be clear about something: it is ridiculous the way that this country, our "artists," our politicians (although - props to Obama on Rosa's Law), and the people with ALL THE MONEY treat those in our community who have the least-supported voice of all.


Hey, I know! Let's play a fun Tropic Thunder game!


Below you will find a transcript of the several-minute long scene that sparked the controversy (not even taking into account the t-shirt line and film-within-the-film website {which was wisely taken down by the studio executives} promoting "You Never Go Full Retard" and "Once upon a time there was a retard...").


Here's the game:

1) Read the scene with the understanding that every time you see [_____], the script of Tropic Thunder used a derivative of the word "retard" or "retarded" as a derogatory slang word, blatantly belittling people with intellectual disabilities and demeaning this whole community of people by directly stating that they are "stupid," "moronic," "dumb," and "imbecilic" (to quote the movie, itself).
2) Next, pick your personal pejorative trigger word.
The N-word. The C-word. Fa**ot (please excuse the excess on that example - writing "the F-word" does not evoke the label I intend to call to mind). The K-word. Whichever word is the one that sets your blood boiling and makes you want to go throw up, punch something, and/or cry. Pick that one.
3) Finally, re-read the scene with that trigger word substituted when you see [_____], adapting your word to the proper grammatical structure to complete the sentence (i.e. If you're using the N-word, "Watched a lot of [_____] people" may need to become "watched a lot of N-word's" rather than "watched a lot of N-word people." Or "I brushed my teeth [___]" may need to be "I brushed my teeth like a N-word." etc. You're smart. You understand.

And...... GO!



Watched a lot of [_____] people.
Spent time with them. Observed them.
Watched all the [_____] stuff they did.

Then again,
I always found mere observation
in and of itself is a tad rudimentary.
Sometimes, we gotta dig deeper
to mine the true emotional pay dirt.
Thus, we can diagram the source
of the pain and then live it, you know.

Yeah, yeah, live it. Yeah, exactly.
You know, there were times
when I was doing Jack
that I actually felt [_____],

like really [_____].
Oh, yeah.
I mean, I brushed my teeth [_____],
I rode the bus [_____].
Damn.

In a weird way,
I had to sort of just free myself up
to believe that it was okay
to be stupid or dumb.

To be a moron.
Yeah.

To be moronical.
Exactly, to be a moron.

An imbecile.
Yeah.

Like the dumbest motherfucker
that ever lived.

When I was playing the character.

When you was the character.
Yeah, as Jack, definitely.

Jack, stupid ass Jack.

Trying to come back from that.
In a weird way it was almost like
I had to sort of fool my mind
into believing that it wasn't [_____],
and by the end of the whole thing,
I was like,
"Wait a minute, I flushed so much out,
how am I gonna jumpstart it up again?"
It's just like... Right?

Yeah.

You was farting in bathtubs
and laughing your ass off.

Yeah.

But Simple Jack thought he was smart,
or rather, didn't think he was [_____],
so you can't afford to play [_____],
being a smart actor.
Playing a guy who ain't smart
but thinks he is,
that's tricky.
Tricky.

It's like working with mercury.
It's high science, man. It's an art form.

Yeah.
You an artist.

That's what we do, right? Yeah.
Yeah.

Hats off for going there,
especially knowing how
the Academy is about that shit.

About what?
You're serious? You don't know?

Everybody knows
you never go full [_____].

What do you mean?
Check it out.

Dustin Hoffman, Rain Man, looked
[_____], act [_____], not [_____].
Count toothpicks, cheat at cards.
Autistic, sure. Not [_____].
Then you got Tom Hanks,
Forrest Gump.
Slow, yes, [_____], maybe,
braces on his legs.
But he charmed the pants off Nixon,
and he won a Ping-Pong competition.
That ain't [_____].
And he was a goddamn war hero.
You know any [_____] war heroes?
You went full [_____], man.
Never go full [_____].
You don't buy that?
Ask Sean Penn, 2001, I Am Sam.
Remember? Went full [_____]?
Went home empty-handed.




Y'all having fun yet?



No? What's that? You're offended? That was ignorant, hateful, crass, malicious, unnecessary, and un-funny? Gee, you don't say.



COUNTER ARGUMENT:
Team America.



Matt Parker. Trey Stone. You know what? Props, homies.



They pan EVERYONE EQUALLY. No one is safe. And none of it is malicious. All of it is tongue in cheek with the understanding that it's meant to be not hurtful, but satirical. To point the finger at the people who actually abuse their fellow human beings. To say "Hey guess what? Y'all are the weak-minded cowards we're mocking here. And we're the ones who are brave enough to show that to you. Now it's on you to internalize that and change your attitude." They leave no room for anyone to walk away from the movie feeling like their offensive and ignorant behavior is acceptable or that it has been validated.



Well done, gentlemen. Seriously. Well done.



But Tropic Thunder? Here's a film whose primary sub-plot is rooted in a bunch of Hollywood icons - role models (albeit not good ones) - verbally assaulting people who live with intellectual disabilities, but drop ONE N-bomb and it's "OOOOHHH NO! WE HAVE TO MAKE A WHOLE THING ABOUT IT! WE HAVE TO MAKE IT MEANINGFUL AND SHOW THAT IT WAS A JOKE AND THAT IT'S NOT OKAY TO USE THAT WORD."



Robert Downy mother-f***ing Junior actually says the words "For 400 years that word has kept us down," regarding the N-word after spending nearly a full 5 minutes earlier in the film dropping the R-word as callously as I've ever heard it used (and, in fact, justified the use of the R-word and the content associated with it to CBS news by saying that it's "any artist's right to say and do whatever they wanna do." (Oh you mean like doing bunches and bunches of drugs, driving under the influence, and breaking into houses? Ooooooo... Too soon?)



Now, I'm all about the whole bit of him being an American who's playing an Australian who's playing a black man. The way they satirize that Russian nesting doll of compounded caricature, the way they have Brandon T. Jackson be the one to call it out, the way they use it to make a point about the imbedded white supremacy in Hollywood and America (shall we talk about the whole Joseph Fiennes / Michael Jackson thing?)... That's a good bit. However...



If you justify his satirically playing a black man precisely by calling attention to the fact that he's a white American playing an Australian playing a black man and then using it as a vehicle to point the finger back on yourself and, in the end, using it to reclaim the N-word and evoke the understanding that the use of that word is offensive... but you DON'T do the same to reclaim the R-word... guess what?



That is what oppression is.



That is what the willingly ignorant social subjugation of one group of people by another is.



That is an act of hate. A malicious attack on an entire community of people. And an ignorant, closed-minded, selfish, arrogant, bigoted, unintelligent affront to the cash-paying, movie-watching, t-shirt-buying public.



"Perez, you sound so angry about this. It was eight years ago, man. Calm down. It's over."



Yeah I am angry!



And yeah - the movie was eight years ago but this derogatory treatment of the entire disabled community in this so-called Greatest Country In The World has not stopped, slowed, or even declined.



Show me a state where there is enough public healthcare for someone in my brother's condition to live a full life without a team of people constantly researching private funding streams to get him the support he needs JUST TO EAT EVERY DAY.



Show me a city where any person - working legs or no - can get into - and can reach any floor in - any building.



Show me a school where ZERO teachers use the R-word to belittle their own students in their classrooms.



(Oh yes, there's a story there alright. After a newspaper article about my brother and me came out an elementary school teacher contacted us, had her students write letters to us about how the article made them feel, and reached out to say (and apologize) that she had spent her entire 20+ year career as a teacher calling her own students 'retards' when they got something wrong. Yeah. That's real.)


So yeah. I'm angry. And yeah. It's still a problem. So yeah. I'm going to say something.



No, I didn't see the movie until this year. But you know what I did do? I took ten seconds to empathize with another human being and changed my attitude about using the R-word when I was SIX.



So let me wrap this up by saying this:


If the squishy little brain of a six-year-old can grasp the fact that using the R-word as a derogatory slang term is offensive because it implies that any person with an intellectual disability is - to quote Mr's Stiller and Downey Jr - "stupid," "dumb," "a moron," "moronical," "an imbecile," "the dumbest motherfucker that ever lived" and incapable of achieving greatness, then what's your excuse, oh wise grown-ass adult person?



Now, I don't presume to assume that you, dear reader who has read this far, uses this word.


Even if you do, I don't presume to assume you intend any malice when you do.


But to quote John Logan's Tony Award-Winning play "Red," "your intention is immaterial." And to quote Rachel Dawes and Batman, "it's not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you."



You wanna be like Batman? Then it's time to take action and change the attitudes of the American people about this word and the people it hurts. And like Ghandi, Michael Jackson, Socrates, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, and all great artists and philosophers of all time have said - that change has to start with you.


So let's make the choice to change our attitudes about this word. Today. Now.


And....... Go.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

OSF Translates Shakespeare... Is it still "Shakespeare?"

So... Oregon Shakespeare Festival is "translating" Shakespeare's cannon.

A) Why didn't they call any of US with this job, because seriously? Someone's getting paid to do this?

B) Here's the thing...

First off, here's an article from NPR about the whole thing: http://www.npr.org/2015/10/17/449270557/o-romeo-romeo-what-the-heck-are-you-saying

I'll have to do more digging than just the NPR story when I have time (so, you know, November 18th), but I'm kind of ambivalent at first glance. UNLESS it catches on and becomes the norm. I think calling ANYTHING that's been translated by any other name than "TITLE OF PLAY by William Shakespeare, Translated by TRANSLATOR'S NAME" would be wrong. You don't call Elektra "Elektra by Frank McGuinness" you call it "Elektra by Sophocles, translated by Frank McGuinness." I say, go for it. But recognize that it's no longer Shakespeare.

You know, like, MOST of Shakespeare's works were borrowed stories, stolen plotlessness, and common folklore or history. Very little of his shit was new. But he was the one who wrote it down the way we know it. So he kind of gets the right to own that. But everything from R&J to Macbeth were existing stories, right down to the details.
That being said, if we're going to translate them and make them our own, they are no longer his words, and they can't really be called "SHAKESPEARE." Because, frankly, if you're not using his words and his poetry, you're not using HIM.
So, yeah, I guess I do have an opinion. Go for it. Translate the hell out of it. But don't you dare call it "Shakespeare" straight up with a twist of lime. Call it what it is. It's a cocktail that has 1 part Shakespeare, 1 part translator, and some bitters.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Theatre Review: The Mother Ship - Sacred Fools Theater Company

The Mother Ship
Sacred Fools Theater Company
Written and Directed by Jonas Oppenheim
660 N Heliotrope
Los Angeles, CA 90004
310.281.8337
www.sacredfools.org
June 27 - August 4, 2014
Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm (excluding July 4)
Sundays 7/6, 13, and 20 at 7pm

What do you get when you slam the 1960's British sex farce genre into the mattress of science fiction while trying, desperately and unsuccessfully, to impregnate it? Obviously you get THE MOTHER SHIP by Jonas Oppenheim currently playing at Sacred Fools Theater Company.

This world-premier show takes on the taboo and altogether touchy subjects of marital strife and infertility in an extremely unique and hilarious way.

Trevor and Penelope are trying to get pregnant. Trevor's sister, Ilene, and her husband, Kirby, haven't seemed to have any problem with the process. In fact, they seem to be rather overly-proficient and procreation. Even Trevor's mother, the prickly Rose, has had substantial sexual success. Meanwhile Trevor and Penelope's sex life, and ability to bear children, are waning fast. Fortunately, an unlikely intergalactic, teleportation mix-up on the space vessel Infinium could turn the tables for everyone.

Bryan Bellomo, a Sacred Fools veteran, as Trevor takes on a hefty load of the show and carries it with much sweat, gusto, and deftness. Right alongside him is Aviva Pressman as Penelope. Much like Bellomo (and quite a lot of the cast, in fact) she sprints from scene to scene in not much more than her skivvies delivering gut punch after gut punch on the emotional roller coaster Penelope rides. Other shout-outs must be given to Scott Golden as Willy/Werner for his unflappability and lighting-fast improvisational reflexes, Carrie Keranen as Ilene/Doctor Ilsa for her incredible comedic timing and precision, Lynn Odell as the nymphomaniacal and stinging mother, Rose, and villainous Rrrxorkzyx, and Stephen Simon as Captain Pex who masterfully utilizes his sheer physical presence on stage for bit after hilarious bit.

I could not have asked for a more outrageous, hilarious, or enjoyable show to introduce me to the Sacred Fools Theater Company. After taking a ride on THE MOTHER SHIP, I'll be back for more.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Where Do Tomatoes Come From?

I saw an article posted by a friend on facebook this morning about two startling and disturbing facts. Fact 1: Starbucks was using beetles in your pink Frappuccinos for the last four months (actually, shouldn't be all that disturbing since Cochineal extract is used in a lot more of what you eat than you probably have noticed or care to notice). Fact 2: Upon backlash from the vegan community regarding their bug juice beverages (which, seriously, was it only the vegans who were disturbed by the use of bugs in their fraps? that does seem silly...), Starbucks announced it will use Tomato extract to color its pink beverages and food items. (http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/food/story/2012-04-19/starbucks-no-red-dye-drinks/54414032/1)

Most of you will probably say, "But Andrew - isn't Tomato good for you? Doesn't Lycopene, an antioxidant property of Tomato, fight Cancer? Isn't eating Tomato extract way better for us than eating bugs?"

To you, I say "Yea, Kinda and Nay!"

Here's the thing:

Lycopene, an antioxidant-rich carotenoid that gives tomatoes (and various other red/pink fruits and veggies) their color, does have Cancer-fighting properties (Dr. T. Colin Campbell, author of The China Study). However, the beneficial effects are most helpful to an eater if said eater-of-tomatoes is either eating whole tomatoes or a whole-tomato-based tomato sauce (Greta Macaire - Nutritionist at USF). For example, a glass of straight-up Tomato Juice is going to contain enough Lycopene (if consumed daily) to constitute a useful serving whereas one would need to eat somewhere in the ballpark of 14 tomatoes to get the same quantity of Lycopene from whole fruit. Or you could eat some nasty processed fake-o tomato dye crap that Starbucks puts in your drink instead of beetles.

Okay, that's Thing 1. Thing 2:

The Tomato Industry is gaining ground in the world market at a pace that sets it in the league of the Corn Industry. Not only does this create the opportunity for mass-marketing Monopolizing Tomato Corporations (yes, Dave Barry, that would make a good name for a rock band, or at least a demo album), but this also creates the opportunity for those Monopolizing Tomato Corporations to destroy local growers and distributers across the globe. Starbucks, like Dominos Pizza, is not simply an American chain. You can find Starbucks across the globe. And the challenge with that is simply this: how do local tomato growers in, say, Ghana, compete with an American Tomato Monopoly (3rd album in a series, like Bat Out Of Hell 3) when the Primary Tomato Users (a "Monopolizing Tomato Corporation" cover band) are buying all their tomatoes and tomato products from narsty, pesticide-filled, factory farms halfway around the globe? (http://www.menshealth.com/nutrition/dominos-effect/page/2)? They don't. They go out of business, default on their loans, lose their farms and their livelihood and they do all this at the expense of a few slices of Pepperoni with extra cheese and a Vente Frap (which, incidentally, each cost about the same as a gallon of gas these days - but that's another rant).

Should Starbucks be destroyed? Of course not. Starbucks has created millions of jobs, given hundreds of thousands of people across the planet access to income, health care and peace of mind. They also lend an aesthetic of recognition to any city on Earth these days since any person can get the same Vente Frap anywhere they go. Starbucks is a good company and, as the USA Today article says, the fact that such a large corporation is willing to make and is capable of making such a drastic ingredient change within 6 months of a first major shift in ingredients is not only admirable, but also impressive.

I ask, however, that we as consumers do our research and know what we're ingesting and supporting.

After all, as LelaLight so eloquently put it on Starbucks Corporate Blog: "Maybe I'm a little naive but last I check strawberries are red. So if you are using 'REAL' strawberries in your drinks and food, there'd be no need for dyes/food coloring!" (http://blogs.starbucks.com/blogs/customer/archive/2012/04/19/cochineal-extract-update.aspx)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Del Paso Detective

CHAPTER 1

DEL PASO HEIST


I pulled my harvest-gold van into the angled parking spot along side the Artisan Theatre building just off of Del Paso Boulevard and took stock of everything around. The "Decepti-Kon: Fusion of Japanese and American Animation" car was there, as was Danielle's. She must already be inside. She did say she was leaving downtown at 4:30 and it was around 5:15, so the Stage Manager must be on duty by now.


I grabbed up my bags and saw Erin outside the front door of the theatre looking equanimous as always. I sent Danielle a text message letting her know I was outside and greeted Erin, who, oddly, informed me that she'd been trying to get in touch with Danielle for about 45 minutes and that she'd been waiting outside for someone with a key to arrive.


"Her car's here, though," I stated plainly.


"Well that's weird," Erin replied, "are you sure it's hers?"


I nearly responded but instead walked back toward the parking to investigate further. There's usually another red Pontiac that parks alongside this building. Maybe it was that one that I saw and Danielle was stuck in traffic, powerfully obeying the no-cell-phone laws of California. As I approached, however, it was clear that this was, in fact, Danielle's car. Those Kentucky license plates unmistakable. The more troublesome piece of the puzzle, though, was the fact that her bag, laptop, planner, purse and backpack were all inside and in plain view. With hesitation and trepidation I tried the front passenger door.


It opened without fuss.


I returned to Erin.


"I don't want to seem alarmist," I said, trying to seem unruffled, "but it's definitely her car, all her stuff is inside and it's unlocked."


"That's…" she hesitated, as though desperate to disbelieve all the now possible situations we were facing before continuing, "…concerning."


We immediately started calling anyone we could track down with a key. We found some of the Decepti-Kon people and asked if they had a key. We called the building manager, the theater's artistic director, and Danielle repeatedly. Finally, the director arrived and let us in. By this point, we were in an utter panic.


Had she been taken? It's not like her to leave her things in her car, let alone to leave it unattended and unlocked. Had she been hit by a car shortly after exiting her own and rushed to a hospital? Had she gotten inside the theater only to notice something elevated that needed repair, climbed a ladder, fallen and been knocked unconscious? No explanation for what could be happening was pleasant to think on. All we could do was hope against logic that she was inside the theater, safe, and simply unaware of anything happening around her or the calls on her phone.


As I rounded the corner to run into the space behind everyone else, I heard Erin cry out.


"She's here!"


What kind of reaction was that? Panic at finding the motionless, unconscious body of Danielle prostrate on the stage? Terror at the sight of some kidnapper holding her hostage?


"She's here!" Erin cried out again, still unclear as to the emotion behind her verbal outbursts.


"She's in the booth running cues…"


She's in the booth running cues.


This took me a minute to process. Surely that can't be right. She can't simply be in the booth running cues! Her car is unlocked with all of her personal belongings inside it sitting just off of Del Paso Boulevard in North Sacramento across from the single sketchiest Bank of America I've ever been to. Something must have happened to cause her to respond in such a way. And why the unresponsiveness to our calls? Obviously her phone was stolen when she was jumped just outside the theater before she could get inside or call for help. Clearly this must be the case!


"You've been calling? That's weird because I don't have any missed calls or texts from anyone. And I've been here for, like, an hour and a half!"


Unbelievable. How could this be? All that panic. All the chaos. All the phone calls to people we hardly know. All this and she's simply been enthralled by running light cues…


CHAPTER 2

NAME: WITHHELD


Two hours after all the commotion, we opened our show.


Two hours after that we gathered at Craig's house for an after party.


Four hours after that, Danielle's car was broken into on the block where she lives, her backpack, laptop and bag - again left in the car - were all taken.


Six hours later, she moved to a new apartment.


I went over to help her and her roommate, Carly, move. Our mutual friend and associate Tony was also there to lend a hand. We moved all their furniture, built and repaired anything that needed building or repairing, and ate some Mexican food at Tres Hermanas on K Street.


I went about my day until our show that night when, to my surprise, Danielle informed me that the actress in the one-woman show she was working on at another theater had sent her a text message a little while before letting her know that a man had sent an email stating the he had the script to that one-woman show and several books that belonged to Danielle. I was personally very excited by this news since one of those books was, in fact, not Danielle's, but mine on loan to her: The China Study - a nutrition text written from a massive nutrition research project. I asked if she'd contacted him yet, and she said she hadn't. She sent him an email, somewhat terse, saying "I understand you have my script and books. Can I get those back from you?"


Over the course of the next several hours the two of them exchanged emails - apparently all rather laconic in nature - since by the time our show was letting out they were to the point of him saying "I don't know why you're being so inconsiderate and rude when I'm trying to do the right thing and help you." I took over the emailing over the next couple hours while we mingled after the show at a local Leather-Daddy bar called The Bolt where the safest place to pee was the corner of the backyard where they keep firewood. I placated until I got him to leave the items under a car at an address in Midtown. Danielle and I convoyed to the stated location and retrieved the items.


Mission accomplished.


So I thought.


The next day when I went over to hang pictures for the girls' new apartment, I asked Danielle if she'd sent him an email thanking him for returning her items to her. She looked at me with a look half of sheepishness and half of incredulousness. I took her phone from her and sent a very polite but conclusive email thanking him for taking the time to return the items and apologizing for the miscommunication the night before.


Unfortunately, he took too much heart from this email. Later that evening Danielle received an email from him to the effect of: "Hey - no problem. I really feel like we've bonded during all this. Are you on Facebook?"


I was left with no choice but to track him down and learn a bit about him to determine whether or not Danielle should respond to the obviously desperate attempt to connect with a female, even a faceless one. Nevertheless, I would be remiss to deny you, my readers, a peek into the life of this man:


Name: WITHHELD

Gender: Male

Occupation: Southwest Airlines since 1996

Education: BS in Physical Education, Portland State University 1990

Approximate Age: 44 years

Assumed Relationship Status: painfully single


Sorry Patrick. Access denied.