Tag: Entertainment

Friday Five: Toys!

Been a while. Christmas is upon us. I was shopping yesterday for Sal 11000 Beta as well as her various cousins and was thinking about some of my favorite toys as a kid. So about a Friday Five on that? What were you five favorite toys as a kid? Doesn’t have to be some expensive thing from Toys R’ Us. Could a be a bike, army men, refrigerator box, puppy. Anything that showed up under your Christmas tree or at a birthday and gave you years of joy.

My five?

Fisher Price Castle: They don’t make they anymore because the people are small and they’re worried kids could choke on them. But this was a fantastic toy, especially because the parapets were the perfect height for army men. My brother and I got years of enjoyment out of this.

Anything Star Wars: We had small die-cast vehicles and the action figures, of course, and a very awesome Hoth base that had falling ice bridges (also good for army men). I can close my eyes and hear us skittering the die cast models across the kitchen floor and a voice says, “You idiot! You realize what those would be worth now?”

Lincoln Logs Today’s Lincoln Log kits are, frankly, an abomination. They include about six long pieces and 407 little one-notch links. The sets call for building houses that consist mostly of towers of the little links with a few crossbars so they don’t fall apart unless breathed on incorrectly. Screw that. Give me a tub with 200 pieces and I’d be happy.

Lego ‘Nuff ced. Lego was so well made that even decades of marketing and management have yet to screw it up.

Cardboard Bricks My parents bought these when I was every young. They were basically sheets of cardboard with bricks drawn on. You folded them up into the correct shape and built stuff. My brother and I painted controls on them when we built spaceships and stacked them up for army men.

What were your five?

The Right to Be Offended

It’s been a busy week for me but I’m wondering why I bothered with it all. Because I have news for you: the world is ending. No question about it. The Mayans were right and 2012 will be our last year. How do I know? Because I agree with Bill Maher about something. Yeah, weird, isn’t it?

In discussing Robert Deniro’s first lady joke (which I didn’t think was racist but also didn’t think was funny), he says:

When did we get it in our heads that we have the right to never hear anything we don’t like? In the last year, we’ve been shocked and appalled by the unbelievable insensitivity of Nike shoes, the Fighting Sioux, Hank Williams Jr., Cee Lo Green, Ashton Kutcher, Tracy Morgan, Don Imus, Kirk Cameron, Gilbert Gottfried, the Super Bowl halftime show and the ESPN guys who used the wrong cliché for Jeremy Lin after everyone else used all the others. Who can keep up?

The Jeremy Lin thing, which resulted in an editor being fired for describing Lin’s first bad game as showing a “chink in the armor”, was bothersome. I had encountered that phrase in conversation just a day earlier and didn’t even think of the racial context. We were discussing Jeremy Lin as a phenom and pointing out that teams would soon break him down, figure out his weaknesses and exploit them. This is precisely what happened. To be a superstar, he’ll have to adapt back. But I totally missed any racial component until the ESPN thing exploded. And then I felt like an idiot.

It was an insensitive headline from ESPN. Not noticing that people might take it the wrong way is pretty much the definition of insensitive. But it was also, clearly, accidental. It was clear that the editor didn’t intend to be racist and was humiliated by what he’d done. But no one was happy until he was out on his ass. Even an abject apology wasn’t enough.

I don’t want to live in a country where no one ever says anything that offends anyone. That’s why we have Canada. That’s not us. If we sand down our rough edges and drain all the color, emotion and spontaneity out of our discourse, we’ll end up with political candidates who never say anything but the safest, blandest, emptiest, most unctuous focus-grouped platitudes and cant. In other words, we’ll get Mitt Romney.

I’m reminded of this glorious rant from Penn:

My outrage-o-meter maxed out several years ago. In a country of 300 million people and about as many cameras, e-mail addresses and social networks, you could pretty much spend your entire life finding things to be offended by. Everyone says dumb stupid shit. But today, we know about it instantly. And that’s fine. It’s perfectly legitimate to be offended when, for example, some late night bobblehead calls a former Governor and Vice Presidential candidate a cunt.

But at the same time, no one has a right to not be offended. And it is this sense of entitlement to an offense-free environment that is bothering Maher and I. It’s the old PC bullshit rearing its ugly head again. It’s not enough to condemn people for saying stupid crap or ignore; they now have to be hounded and silenced.

Offense is not always a bad thing. The Civil Rights movement sprang up because people were offended by institutionalized racism. And, in turn, their refusal to back down offended the racists. Offending and being offended is part of being human. It’s the natural result of people of different backgrounds and values clashing.

(Of course, it always bears pointing out that the PC police are only concerned about what offends them. If someone, say, writes an offensive op-ed about how wonderful abortion is, we’re supposed to lie back and think of the Constitution.)

There’s nothing wrong with being offended. Hell, this whole blog is an exercise in being offended. The problem is people who seek it out, who scour the world for trivial things to explode over and, having found their offense, demand a speech code or something to prevent them from ever being offended again.

But they’re misguided, no matter how often they try to pretend that offensive speech creates offensive acts. The best response to offensive words is and always has been response. The solution to the problem of free speech is and always has been more free speech.

But, of course, responding to people who offend you and debating them requires competing in the arena of ideas. And it’s clear that the Perenially Offfended would do about as well in the arena of ideas as the Christians used to do against the lions. And so they are falling back, as we saw with the three-headed anti-Limbaugh screed of a couple of weeks ago, on the old reliable: boycotts, campaign and, in the end, government.