Lady Gaga and homosexual Nazis

Yes, I know exactly how odd that title sounds.  Because yeah, it is.  I mean, hell, the Nazis killed homosexuals. A lot. Happily.  The pink triangle has been, for some time, a symbol [a mostly forgotten symbol at that] of oppression and homophobia and utter hatred.

And now, we have a music video featuring… well, homosexual Nazis.

Wait, what?

Look, a lot of the time I absolutely love Lady Gaga [Bad Romance is currently one of my favorites], but this is ridiculous.  Utterly and totally ridiculous, absurd, and [dare I say] REALLY FUCKING OFFENSIVE.  Nazis, or at least men wearing stereotypical SS/uniform hats… wearing high heels and playing with each other.  Oh, and then apparently trying to gang rape her.

Man, I am so sick of this bullshit.  I know there’s a lot of drama surrounding “retaking” a word: cunt, for example.  Or nigger.  Whatever.  But when you take something that is so utterly horrifying [the systematic planned destruction of the “subhumans” — Jews, Poles, Romani, homosexuals, Jehovah’s Witnesses, sexologists, all of them] and use it… in a music video… I just can’t … I don’t honestly know what to say about it.

Yeah, there’s a time and a place to use history in entertainment [The Longest Day, Stories from Iwo Jima], even something as atrocious as the Holocaust, like in Schindler’s List.  But generally those are done with respect towards the victims, to the dead that did not deserve to die.  Not something glorifying their murderers.

Some would argue that showing them as homosexual men would be to humiliate their memory, thus reducing them to a pitiful pile of rubble.  I call bullshit.  Because according to the Nazis, homosexuals weren’t men at all.  They were … disgusting.

Suprema lex salus populi!

Communal welfare before personal welfare!

Those who are considering love between men or between women are our enemies. Anything that emasculates our people and that makes us fair game for our enemies we reject, because we know that life is a struggle and that it is insanity to believe that all human beings will one day embrace each other as brothers. Natural history teaches us a different lesson. Might makes right. And the stronger will always prevail against the weaker. Today we are the weaker. Let us make sure that we will become the stronger again! This we can do only if we exercise moral restraint. Therefore we reject all immorality, especially love between men, because it deprives us of our last chance to free our people from the chains of slavery which are keeping it fettered today.

That’s the official party line of the National Socialist Party.  As in, the Nazi party.  And in my opinion, glorifying them, their uniform, their … whatever, is absolutely appalling.  It’s disrespectful to those that died, and to those who gave everything they could to stop the murder and torture and rape and war perpetrated by them.

The Nazis weren’t gay.  Or, some of the ranking elite may have been, but it was secret, hidden, never to be spoken of around anybody.  To do so would have been a death sentence.  It was the official line that gay men were … not men, to be eliminated, rejected, “cured.”

I have so much more to say but I’m not sure how to say it right now.  It’s still very new being on “this side” instead of “an ally,” and I’ve got so much to learn.  But I don’t think I could have just stayed silent about this.  It was offensive.  Just utterly offensive, and I’m also not sure how to deal with the people… the gay and bi people that I know who are saying it’s an amazing video!  I just… don’t get it.  ugh.  Still, comments, feedback, whatever, please let me know.

Oh, fat hating! Fun times

The other night my partner and I went to see Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, and Larry the Cable Guy at the Key Arena in Seattle.  The show was great, for the most part, we had a great time, the nachos were delicious, the end.

Except not really.  As usual, Jeff and Bill were the best parts of the program, while Larry… I wanted to shrink through the floor.  Larry seems to rely on crude “jokes” and fat-hating, slut-shaming, trans/gay-phobic routines to get a barrel of laughs.  And what’s really sad is that most of the people there [that I could see, at any rate] were laughing as hard as they possibly could.

For example:

My wife sent me to get a bucket of lard at Costco, and while I couldn’t find any in the store I found one at customer service, and I was scared of going up and asking a bucket of lard for a bucket of lard.

Ugh, gag him with a stick.  Please.  This kind of fat hate is not only stupid and crude, but it can be dangerous.  These kinds of things can inspire hatred, fatphobia, and sometimes even violence in extreme cases.  It’s already hard enough living life as a Fatty Fat McFatterson, but to have your size, something that you may not even have control over, mocked by someone as “famous” as Larry, it’s extremely disheartening and it feels oh-so-cruel when you realize that everyone around you is laughing because of someone who may even be smaller than you are.

The thing is, it’s not like we don’t know we’re fat.  Every time we look in the mirror, we see it.  Every time we put on clothes, we see it.  Every time we get on the scale, go outside, go to the doctor, try to buy clothing or bras or panties or even just a bathrobe, we see it.  So what do they hope to do?  Are they thinking that their laughter will somehow ~inspire~ us to lose our fat asses [that we obviously gained through being lazy] or get on the treadmill as soon as we get home?

It seems like the majority of people simply assume that we got this way by eating a cake after every meal and eight courses for dinner every day.  It also seems that there are a number of “former fats” who slimmed down with “diet and exercise” and now assume that combination will work for everyone, but never take into consideration things like thyroid problems, pre- or full diabetes, PCOS [polycystic ovarian syndrome, a hormonal imbalance], or any one of a number of different conditions that can affect weight loss/gain.

Personally, I am quite sick and tired of my health being fodder for public discussion.  And that’s what it is.  I’ve caught a number of people talking behind my back about how “nasty” I was and how I should just shut my mouth and stop eating, and so on [never mind the fact that I have mild to moderate hypoglycemia, and need to eat regularly so I don’t pass out] and so forth.  People honestly think that because I’m not an “accepted” size that they can discuss my health and my body with no compunction around me, as if I belonged to them.

News flash, world: fat people don’t “belong” to anyone but themselves.  If someone decided to talk about, say, your haircut or your tan or your child or anything about you like people talk about us?  You’d be up in arms having a fit.  So please.  Cut it out.

And while I’m at it?  Stop acting like we’re fodder for comedy routines.  Larry, this means you too.