Racism, Dads and Salon the Blind
In response to this piece from Salon, “Is “Dads” creator Seth MacFarlane the most offensive man in show business?“:
I’m sure it isn’t really Daniel D’addario’s fault that he had to write such a shallow piece showing an insipid funny bone and an inability to think reflectively.
A tragedy is “is a form of drama based on human suffering that invokes in its audience an accompanying catharsis or pleasure in the viewing (wikipedia).” Whereas instead of purely tragedy, it is a comedy that is supposed to affect the audience not simply through laughter but discomfort – it is supposed to highlight the destructive things we do on a daily basis, the thoughts that cross our minds, and put them in a highly visible, highly dramatized way so we can purge them out of ourselves.
This type of comedy has a long history in the history of comedy, and the fact that Daniel D’addario is unaware of this and is being paid to write about it says a lot about the quality of Salon’s writing.
You do not like it, Daniel, that is clear – and apparently neither does Salon, otherwise there wouldn’t be multiple articles asking “Is TV Racist Against Asians?” and “Why Is Racism Against Asians Okay On TV?”, inspired by the Dads TV show. Hell, they’re right up there in the “Related Videos” section.
In Daniel’s defense, though, this kind of shows how far we’ve come (or, at least, one section of society has come) where racism is concerned. We’ve tamped down racism to a degree where it’s become less overt but more averse. What that means is that instead of outright racism like the KKK, it’s grandma walking across the street to avoid the two black guys in suits she would otherwise have to bravely walk by with her precious purse. But because racism has gone from overt to averse, it’s a lot harder to find for the anti-racists (myself included) to find racism to fight against. When something that looks like overt racism pops up, such as in Dads, we look up like a dog who smells bacon for the first time, salivate, and spring up in excitement.
That’s what’s going on here. Except, it wasn’t bacon, it was just bacon-scented soap. McFarlane bought bacon-scented soap to mess with our heads and wash our bodies of this last vestige of racism, this adamantium-shelled final bastion of still-marginally acceptable racism.
Because I guarantee Daniel D’addario has done it. I’ve done it. Everyone has done it. Because stereotypes are impossible to brush off, not even with soap that smells so damn good to us that is intended to wash us clean.