Mar. 12th, 2015

Just recently, I heard the claim that political correctness was just about stifling white, Christian heterosexuals.

That is... I'll be nice and say "inaccurate".

Other "inaccurate" statements about political correctness have included the claim that it's intended as a replacement for Christian morality, that it's a punishment for thought-crime, or that it's entirely encapsulated within a concept of "word police".

"Politically Correct" refers to the values of the culture or audience you're dealing with. Specifically, what would they deem correct or in keeping with their beliefs, values, and identities.

Yes, this *can* be applied dishonestly or restrictively, in an effort to restrict the ideas that can be expressed without suffering consequences.

And, in case you're wondering, yes, this does mean that, in certain contexts, railing against political correctness is the cheapest and easiest way of being politically correct.

An example of political correctness used to score with an audience that hates political correctness. In a Christmas special, Jeff Dunham, in a conversation with one of his ventriloquist dummies, Walter, had this exchange.

Jeff Dunham: Hello, Walter. Happy Holidays
Walter: You know what? Screw you, it's Merry Christmas!
Jeff Dunham: Walter, there are other religions.
Walter: But, their wro-ong (in a singsong tone of voice)

The reverse of that, of course, was the end of the Beetles, when they, said, on the Ed Sullivan Show, that they were bigger than Jesus. Note: They were referring to their popularity being larger than Christianity, but that's not how it sounded.

That's the concept and the example of right-leaning application thereof. Anybody reading this has likely either already come up with examples of left-leaning application or takes it as a given that the left wield political correctness.

That's the concept. Now, I became aware of this phrase around the same time I started becoming politically aware, that is in the 90s. But, there's a good amount of pre-dating relevant history.

In terms of political discourse in America, up until the past few decades, it's been politically possible and even advantageous to speak of people who weren't white, male, heterosexuals who conformed to gender-norms as though they were all mythological creatures. Sure, you mention them and other people would know what you're talking about. But, there was no need to couch your statements in the understanding that no population can be homogeneous. There was certainly no political risk in offending them.

If you really want to feel like a white, male, cis-gendered Christian before the PC movement became a thing, try talking in sweeping, not obviously derogatory terms, about pegasi. Discuss how you have no problem with harpies so long as they stay in their place. Don't just say that you're fine hiring a centaur, but not letting one date your daughter, but construct a mythology in which your statements are accurate. State that mythology without even considering the possibility that you might be contradicted, let alone pay any kind of political price. And don't forget that lycanthropy is a choice.

If that sounds funny to you, let's bring back the discomfort by saying that, once upon a time, a certain song sung on a certain bus, regarding the exclusion of certain people from a specific college organization, that included the statement that said specific people were okay to "swing from a tree", was Politically Correct.

With that history in mind, when people bring up political correctness today, what they're usually referring to is the fact that the people about whom one could make sweeping generalizations or otherwise dehumanize ACTUALLY FUCKING EXIST. That's right, they exist, they vote, they have money, they have allies. So, they're no longer the mythological creatures with all the same real-world importance of a goblin.

With all of that in mind, there are two lessons you should probably take from this.

Firstly, the current move for political correctness probably benefits you. That may seem shocking, but remember "white" didn't always refer to all European descent. It used to be limited to those who's ancestry was from England. And, no, Scottish or Irish didn't count.

That's right, if Benjamin Franklin were to be resurrected and shown the movie Harry and the Hendersons, he would find the Hendersons being generically white farther fetched than their meeting up with a Bigfoot. So, if your ancestry is German, be thankful that PC is protecting you, now.

Secondly, if you rail against political correctness, what I hear is you railing against having to admit that other people really exist. If you take pride and call for audience approval for being politically incorrect, I hear hypocrisy.
Disclaimer 1: Looney Tunes, the characters, their names, and their likenesses are owned by Warner Brothers and this indicates no claim upon their intellectual property.

Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.

Elmer Fudd fumed in his seat. He could actually feel his temperature rise.

It wasn't enough to deny him legitimacy. It wasn't enough to deny the obvious evidence in front of their faces. Now, they had to pretend that his ideas were insane, that he was insane! Of course he was insane! They were all insane! Weren't they sane enough to see that?

It was all resentment on their part. It had to be.

"Ah ee oowah rabbit ah pbthth!" If anything, the voice sounded angrier... hungrier.


Dr. Bunnet caught up to Dr.s Duhch and Pehg as they made it to what would be her office.

Dr. Duhch paused long enough to ask the question. "How did it go?"

"Like I expected, doc."

Dr. Duhch gave that a nod, then moved back to the tour. "Here'th your offithe."

Dr. Pehg took a look. "Is a the-ah a the-ah a the-ah the equipment as rustic as the living quarters?"


Doc. One single syllabul that's denied him. Hadn't he traveled the world collecting information for his theory? Hadn't he written his book on his theory? Did that not qualify him to be a doctor?

But, they denied him his due respect, because he had made his money in the real world, not their ivory tower. And, they didn't respect that, either! The nerve of bringing up his father's... embarrassment like that. The Fudds had held economies upon their very shoulders! Did that not merit respect?

"Ah ee oowah rabbit ah pbthth!"


"For the motht part, we have thome good bathic equipment. Each of uth hath our own microthcope. Though, our equipment needth have been thlim. With biochemithtry being in the mix, there might be uthe for a thentrifuge, which would mean we'd have to thend out."

"I a ke-ah a ke-ah a ke-ah can make due. I suppose I can get to work, now."

"Good luck, doc."

"It'll be a pleathure to collaborate with you."

With a couple shaken hands, Dr.s Duhch and Bunnet were gone to their own respective "offices".

Mr. Fudd saw his chance. With those two intellectual elites gone, he had an opportunity. He snuck open the door and leaned over to Dr. Pehg.

"A me-ah a me-ah a me-ah Mr. Fudd?"

"Do not wet them poison you to my weseawch, Dr. Pehg," said Mr. Fudd in a slightly raspy whisper. "Wead fow youwsewf." He handed over the book that he had written. "Lunacy: An international study of the madnesses at the heart of the human soul."

Dr. Pehg took a step back, but accepted the book. "A the-ah a the-ah a the-ah thank you, Mr. Fudd."

"Wead it, then get back to me when you undewstand the twue heawt of man's weawity."

Dr. Pehg nodded then slipped into her office.

Mr. Fudd smiled at her retreating form. Somewhere, the raspy, angry, hungry voice said "Mmm. Porky."



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