[Warning: I’m in day three of a migraine, and this post wanders a bit. I think I got my point across, but not as cleanly as I would have liked. Sorry. Hopefully the pain will subside and my shoddy vascular system will get back in line and stop clouding my thoughts. Migraines suck.]
I think I’m sick again. I don’t know why this always happens to me. I get the feeling that, had I been born a hundred years ago, I wouldn’t have lived to twenty. Actually, I probably would have been stillborn. My body just wasn’t configured for this planet. It all goes back to my theory that I’m actually an alien-human hybrid and that my immune system was engineered for survival on one of the many asteroids in the reptoid colonies of Zeta Reticuli, but that’s another post for another time.
The one nice thing about being a man with such a pansy-ass immune system is that it gives me a lot of time to indulge in things that my workaholic brain would not otherwise allow me to do.
One of those things, as you’ve probably figured out from reading my stupid web site, is developing a Battlestar Galactica addiction in spite of the potential for it to lower the likelihood that I will ever reproduce or have a normal relationship with a woman. That’s OK. You gotta prioritize on something.
In my last post about Battlestar Galactica, there was some discussion in the comments about how all the black people from the original series have been replaced with white people, Korean people, and other people of various and assorted melanin configurations (comments here and here).
However, I’m not quite sure what all the fuss is about. Since I’ve been watching, I’ve seen tons of black people.
There’s that one girl who works on the bridge of the Galactica.
Then, if you’ve seen episode three, there are black people everywhere.
To be more specific, there are assloads of black people on the prison ship.
HELLO-O-O-O-O-O…!
I’m not PC (that’s “politically correct” – not “personal computer”). I grew up with a bunch of non-white people. We were all friends, and it was all natural, so I don’t feel the need to compensate for some weird latent racism about which I’m in denial by taking part in the PC witch-hunt that’s been going on for a while now. One of the best role models I’ve ever had was this black boyfriend my mother had when I was growing up. She later traded him in for some guy from Africa, and then some guy from Iran, and then another guy from Africa. I’ve lived with my share of non-crackers. My current girlfriend is half Japanese, one quarter Jew, and one quarter honky. In short, I’m not someone who gets really up in arms about racial issues. I grew up in diverse environments, and it all comes naturally to the Rodawgg. I understand very well that people of every shape and color have the potential to be great people, and that they all have the potential to be awful people.
- BUT -
There are limits to my non-PC mindset.
I don’t like all the contrived ads we see nowadays (one white guy, one Chinese guy, and one black lesbian, all looking over some documents in an office environment). They just seem so bloody silly. I like that so many people are being represented in these ads, but c’mon! We tiptoe so much nowadays – we’re so afraid of offending people.
I also don’t like racial quotas. Whether in the workplace or academia, I think of these quotas as targeting the symptoms of a problem rather than the problems themselves. Raise black kids in wealthy neighborhoods, and you get black lawyers. Raise white kids in poor neighborhoods, and you get white criminals. Using quotas to boost minority enrollment in college, although helpful for people who have had a hard time based on things like economic hardship and crappy schools, doesn’t do a damn thing to help prepare these same people from day one to succeed in life. A few “lucky” individuals make it into the system in spite of their childhood environments, but their friends are still stuck in the fringes where nobody cares about them. That’s, like, bad. So, I think quotas are dumb.
- AND STILL -
Something makes me think that the casting department for Battlestar Galactica ought to be flogged. Out of the first few episodes, including the mini-series, all we see is one black girl in a subordinate position. And then what? A prison ship where every other person is black.
Dumb.
Dumb, dumb, dumb. Totally freaking dumb.
D - U - M - B.
Dumb.
I’m not saying that I think “they” (it’s always “they” who do everything isn’t it?) did this intentionally, but that in itself is kind of freaky. I’ve been reading the BSG blog, and it sounds like everybody involved in the production has a full plate. So, when it came time to do the prison shots, I can’t help but wonder if the selection of black males was subconscious. That is, it felt “natural” to show black guys in jail, and nobody thought to question this since they were all already so busy with other things.
That’s almost more frightening to me than blatant racism. At least with blatant racism, you know that there’s a problem, and you know who’s doing it. When it happens without even realizing it, it’s harder to root out the problem.
It reminds me of a place I contracted quite a bit. Great people, but there was something weird going on. Most of the managers were women, and I got the feeling that there was a strong effort to push this “the genders are equal” idea. But, when getting on the elevators, the men still waited for all the women to get on board, and then they got on themselves. This chivalrous behavior seemed out of place after seeing women put into positions of authority, and it left me with the impression that there was still a “good old boys” club at the top which set the tone for company culture all the way down, and the elevator message was “we’re still living in the 50s.”
Blah. What a god damned mess :)
People are so weird.
I’ll shut up now. My head is thumping.