A friend (let’s
call him Bob) recently sent me a video he admires and completely
supports; this one, in fact:
I especially like
the “…lovely British name…” and “when you left to join the
enemy” bits. Why I like the first is that “Bob” is a non-white
immigrant himself, so I’m sure Ms. Hoity-Toity would refer to his name as being sarcastically “lovely British” as well. As a fellow
brown-skinned child of colonialism, you’d think Bob would have
developed more insight by now, but he seems happy enough consuming
all that the mainstream media funnel feeds him.
Do you remember the old days, dear reader, when soap operas interrupted the daily vacuuming at home? When you could sell more cigarettes by placing magazine ads telling the little ladies that only successful families contain smokers and how much sexier they were than non-smokers? When you could flog the latest brand of gin by showing smiling husbands with martini glasses in their hands?
In those days, it was well known that housewives were harmless, gullible creatures who could be swayed to buy your product in bulk if only you appealed to their looks/mood/status. Everybody knew that all the average housewife did was cook, clean, take a break to watch the afternoon soaps and pop pills: