Note: Here’s a bit of déjà vu from a few years back…
Ruby: “Do you seriously want me to wear this?”
Director: “Of course I do. You are a woman on the prowl.”
Ruby: “With a tail? Why would I have a tail? How many women do you know that have tails? Because I don’t know any.”
Director: “It’s symbolism, Ruby. It’s showing your animal nature.”
Ruby: “Let me rephrase the question. How many women do you know, period? Because I don’t think you get out much.”
Director: “You’re making this far more complicated than it needs to be. Just prance around and stalk your victim.”
Ruby: “Victim? I’m supposed to be meeting my boss for cocktails in this scene. What does victim have to do with it?”
Director: “Well, you’re a woman, and we all know that women resort to nefarious schemes to get their way.”
Ruby, walking off the set: “Okay, I’m done with this mess. I’m taking a break until somebody pulls their head out.”
17 seconds later, Ruby is back: “Why is there a litter box in my dressing room?”
Producer, rushing in from somewhere else that was unimportant until we needed him for the story: “Ruby, let’s calm down. We can’t offend the director.”
Ruby: “Why not? He’s an ass.”
Producer: “He’s an ass that is about to be appointed to the Supreme Court.”
Ruby: “Are you kidding? He hates women. How can such a thing happen?”
Producer: “This is America. Stupid people get elected because other stupid people didn’t bother to vote and then stupid people end up on the Supreme Court. Now, do your best to make nice with Clarence Thomas and let’s get on with this shoot.”
Fair warning: Do not proceed past this point if you just want the chuckle and not the serious bit, wherein I vent about a travesty that is specific to America, although I fear there are other countries wherein the same things are happening.
Originally published in “Crusty Pie” on 08/12/16 and “Bonnywood Manor” on 10/25/16, meaning this was scribbled out long before the current horror-fest playing out in Washington. No changes made, as the song remains the same. For those unfamiliar: Clarence Thomas was another nominee to the United States Supreme Court who was accused of inappropriate sexual behavior by a woman during the confirmation process. This was back in 1991, when many men still discounted the fact that women could do more than ovulate and iron their shirts.
The accuser was ridiculed by the Republicans in Congress, even though her claims were later verified. They shoved his nomination through instead of considering the better good.
Clarence Thomas is still on the Supreme Court, because such a position is a lifetime appointment and there ain’t squat you can do once they take office, even though Clarence has proven repeatedly over the years that he is a misogynistic, intolerant, racist bigot who has gleefully done his best to destroy the founding principles of our country. Oh, and he’s voted to tear down some of the established law he swore he would never touch during the confirmation proceedings.
Enter Brett Kavanaugh, the latest nominee, bearing all the markings and all the stench of Clarence. He’s been accused by multiple women (and some witnessing men) of inappropriate behavior. And Brett’s performance during his confirmation hearings? That was a child in full narcissistic rage, ranting and clawing and spewing partisanship and letting the world know that he was not fit to be an impartial judge in any court, never mind the Supreme Court.
But he will most likely be confirmed, because no one in the Republican Party (which currently controls everything in this country at a national level) is truly willing to utter a peep of solid dissent under the crushing tyranny of the Trump Administration. You get out of line, and Donald and his Stepford minions will salivate at the chance to destroy you.
My heart hurts at the loss of decency.
But what doesn’t hurt? My fingers, and I will continue to pound away on this keyboard and rage against the machine even if it drives people away. I’d much rather offer up something light and funny every day, but there are times when I cannot just let it be.
We are better than this.
Well, most of us are. We still have a lot of lumbering cavemen (and cavewomen, mind you, who firmly believe that subservience to men is God’s Way) who don’t understand that they are locked into the dark side of progress and evolution. You want to scream about your undeserved privilege? I will scream right back at you, just with a lot more panache and the backing of “truth”, a concept that was clearly ripped out of your soul at some point.
We will win, despite the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, taking arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. (Yes, I’m paraphrasing Shakespeare. I think he’d approve.)
Keep the faith, folks. Hold it close.
And now I’m going to go have a beer. My soul is a bit thirsty.
Categories: Past Imperfect