Just like I’ve learned to actively hate the Harry Potter series due to its creator, its fans, and the utterly obnoxious politics that have sprang up around it, I have also finally become officially anti-Star Wars. The mere mention of this franchise makes me want to puke.
There is a new form of jackassery reinterpreting the way Luke and Han were portrayed in the original trilogy, casting them as nothing more than bumbling schmucks who had to be bailed out by kickass women, i.e., Princess Leia. Because of that scene in the Death Star in the first movie or something.
For the record, this is not true. All the characters in the original trilogy had funny moments and remarks, and you need to remember that, when Luke, Han, and Leia first met each other, none of them liked each other. They grew to like each other–that’s called character development.
But wait, there’s more: Leia is the most competent in the Death Star escape sequence because she’s been leading a galactic rebellion for quite some time, while Luke was a farm boy who’d never left Tatooine, and Han was a selfish prick. But Luke and Han weren’t bumbling idiots, and Leia wasn’t a cunt.
Some idiots on one side are saying Star Wars has always been anti-male, and should therefore be boycotted, while idiots on the other side are saying “MEN SUCK WOMYN RULE.”
I’m done. I’ve had it. I’m tapped out. They can both go straight to hell.
The Last Jedi murdered any hope at all I may have had for Disney Star Wars not being a pustule or fetid trash. The whole “any criticism of The Last Jedi is Russian-fueled alt-right Nazi misogyny” irked me, but didn’t kill my appreciation for the original–I say the only–movies.
This latest front in the culture wars has beaten me. You win, morons. You can have Star Wars. It’s played out, creatively exhausted, failing brand anyway.
This speaks to yet another trope that I wish would learn a new definition of suffering as it is slowly digested over one-thousand years: the bumbling, hapless male and the ball-cutting competent female.
This has been around since I was a kid and it’s gotten worse. It’s in enough shows my son watches, when he watches TV, that when it’s not there, it’s a noticeable exception.
To be fair, I don’t see this in my son’s favorite show, Ninjago. Nya makes comments, but they’re not gender-related; everyone on that show makes comments and busts on each other, but at the end of the day, they’re all friends. And her boyfriend is Jay, who is a hypochondriac but ultimately a good guy.
Anyway, this trope goes like this:
- Man is doing something to fix a problem, get out of a dangerous situation, or something like that.
- Woman tells him “That won’t work,” usually in as bitchy a manner as possible, while offering no alternative or even trying to help.
- Man says, “Trust me!” and acts as cocky as possible.
- Woman shakes her head or rolls her eyes or makes a disgusted sound or says something really nasty. Usually all three.
- Man fails in “hilarious” fashion as the exact thing the woman warned against going wrong happens.
- The woman makes another snide, emasculating comment while stepping in to save the day.
- Repeat ad nauseum.
Sitcoms . . . cartoons . . . movies . . . books . . . kids’ shows . . .
Do you know any actual, real-world relationships like this? Now, do you know any where the guy stays in this relationship? Now, if you do, tell me–does this guy have any self-respect? Is he happy?
Of course he doesn’t, and of course he isn’t. And, most likely, neither is the woman.
This trope is everywhere, and because pop culture is the biggest influencers of our children (that is, if you allow them to mindlessly consume it, it will affect how men and women see each other.
With disastrous results.
Men and women are not natural enemies. The idea that we are is radical, anti-family and anti-God left-wing feminism, yet another example of how a fringe kook theory cooked up by people angry that they’re an incredibly small minority and feel bad about themselves in order to force society to accept them as normal has been pushed into the mainstream by sympathetic institutions that have been infiltrated by the same kind of evil people.
How about a story where a man and woman team up and, whether or not they become romantically involved, actually like each other?
Why not have a tale where the man and the woman are both competent?
Why don’t stories reflect reality instead of trying to influence it in a negative direction?
Because when men and women hate each other, that means less happiness and fewer people having children. Which keeps YOU weak and the powers-that-be STRONG, because we all know our ruling class doesn’t let their own children watch or use the act same stuff that they themselves create.
So yes, I’m saying that, at this point, Star Wars and it’s fandom are poison.
I tell you, the only untainted, massively popular anything left is The Lord of the Rings.
Update: Brian Neimeier breaks down the short Disney animations in question and comes up with a pithy, accurate, and true conclusion:
The whole video is like this. Fake Leia rages like being rescued is an affront to her dignity and her rescuers are affronts to her existence. At least she doesn’t mow them down like a psychopath, which can’t be said for the hapless stormtroopers.
It’s Star Wars Galaxy of Cluster B Personality Disorders.
The animators know what they’re doing. They’ve vandalized a classic to vent their irrational rage at the men and boys who were Star Wars’ core audience.
Disney hates you. Don’t give them money.
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