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specialk, if she’s the only female werewolf ever, how do they normally make more werewolves? Is it a bunch of doggy dudes biting each other? I MUST KNOW! Because if it’s doggy dudes biting each other and you put Benedog Cumberwolf’s face on one of them it would be like everything the internet yearns for and you could make a million livejournal dollars, or whatever they pay in.
I’m late to this party (I’m late to every party!), but I’ve been watching this conversation unfold at the same time as a facebook conversation among a group of friends of Jamaican, Trinidadian, and Guyanese origin. The Caribbean folks I know are NOT happy about this ad — not in a catastrophic way, but in a head-shaking, “Man, can you believe this crap, but are we really surprised?” kind of way. Where the two conversations seem to converge is around the point that some of the comments here have made very, very, eloquently: that cultural stereotypes, even if they’re not saying inherently negative things about the group being stereotyped, are nevertheless hurtful in that they do some pretty effective cultural work to strip people of their individual traits, to retrench deeply held expectations, and to then measure individual members of that group against those expectations. I think it might be less a case here of “racism” in the sense of OMG FUNNY BLACK PEOPLE LOL and more a case of “cultural stereotyping,” which can do some pretty insistent and insidious cultural work. For that reason I think it helps to recognize it, point it out, and think it through when we see it appear — and I think Gabe and the commenters have done a nice job here.
TL;DR: This is one of the smartest and most respectfully conducted conversations I’ve seen about this on the internet.
I have been away from Videogum for too long, thrashing through the wilds of the internet on my own. This post has made me realize not only that I need the guidance of the Gum, but that I have failed in my duties as an American citizen to keep abreast of my countrymen’s internet doings.
I… I love you, Videogum. I let my lack of a boring desk job keep us apart, but I’ll never leave you again.
Would asking him to please spell it Frog E. Fresh be courting another (probably fictitious) cease and desist? Because I could really get behind a string of proprietary rap names changed every time his dad’s house gets a call from someone’s lawyer.
I love the smell of carnauba wax and red dye in the morning. Smells like… well, animal poop, apparently.
What the hell scent is “jellybean”?
“Shortly into its trip, it lost part of its load.” Well, at least it didn’t shoot its WHOLE wad.
Ants in my pants,
Ants in my pants,
Lookin’ like a fool with these ants in my pants.
Middle of the bottom row. I knew Jerry Bear was still alive, man.
I just logged in for the first time in months to say I love you. (I just logged in for the first time in months to say I caaaare)
KUUUUUUURT! This made up for the fact that I am getting so, so, so sick of auto-tune that I almost can’t even deal with the musical numbers anymore. I never thought I would end up watching this show for the bullshit that happens between songs. Like KISSING.
“On second thought, let’s not go to Camelot. It’s off the chain, yo.”
“Frankly, my dear, I DO NOT WANT.”
I stood in Barnes & Noble and read (well, flipped through) just enough of her book to confirm that she plays for my team, which I’m pretty sure gives me the moral and legal right to call her my girlfriend. So I guess I’m kinda sad, but really I’m looking forward to conjugal visits.
We’re just helping to build the story that he hopes his children will read someday.
I particularly like the part where he calls the interviewer’s wife ugly and the interviewer is like, “Well, I love my wife, so.” and Charlie Sheen is all like, “Well, not your wife, I mean everyone else’s wife, because you and I are winning, OBVIOUSLY.”
What the hell kind of canned powdered coffee (cocaine) was that supposed to be?
But Errol Flynn had arms! He used them to buckle his swashes!
I am confused, and incapable of processing this with my feeble troll brain.
Next Videogum party at Sober Valley Lodge! Its primary client achieved radical success!
That is my absolute favorite way to insult celebrities whose legendary drug use doesn’t live up to my standards of epic partying. Was the “Flynn” he referred to supposed to be Erroll Flynn?
Once again fiction reveals a timeless truth: compared to Justin Bieber, John Waters IS an old-school gentleman. I can just see him playing croquet (with papier-mache breasts as balls) and knowing which fork to use (to feed dogshit into someone’s vagina).
Ahem. Please disregard all this fail. Apparently 73-year-olds shouldn’t try to get fancy on the internet.
Your only hope for rad Monkeybone gifs will be if Gabe reviews it. I’m renewing the nomination, for the good of mankind.
Why is this so hard?