I'm admin of a few Facebook groups, one of which is dedicated to Seventies memories. In the days of constant cancelling or removal of certain works from streaming services, there have been a few posts about shows from the 1970s that would not make it past the table at the production meeting these days. Being admin means I (along with other four or so admin of this group) will receive a notification when a post is reported. I am sure you can see where I'm going with this, so I will tell you what post was reported: it was along the lines that Grease should be removed because it is racist.
Okay, Snowflake, let's back it up a little. How is Grease racist? Silly frippery? Sure. Dumb? Yeah. But racist? C'mon!
When challenged to explain the racism in the movie, the original poster (OP) stated there is not one person of colour in the movie. The responses to this were to the effect that the movie is set in a 1950s high school, so it would make no sense to have actors of colour in the cast. The OP stuck steadfastly to his presumably all-ethnicity encompassing guns about the racism in the casting of this movie.
Listen, everyone. The movie is as dumb as dirt, and whilst guilty of trying to pass off cocaine-ravaged thirty-somethings as seventeen-year-olds, it is certainly not guilty of racism. But someone complained, and I said I'm keeping this post because it's a Seventies movie, but if comments spiral into personal attacks, then out it goes. So the person who complained griped at me for keeping it.
People, the world is nuts at the moment with a fucking fast-travelling bug and some of you are reading racism into a movie that has been cast with a view to the context of the setting (even though the actors are poster children for menopause)? People are complaining that I haven't bothered removing the post from a Facebook group?
Again, the world is hooning on its way to Hell in a shitbox without a muffler (probably borrowed from that deadshit who revs his engine in my street occasionally), and again chucking empty UDL cans out the window. Speaking of the deadshit revving his car over and over and over, thus destroying the crepuscular serenity, this is a message for you, you solipsistic wad of gusset froth: We get it; your dick's small.
To deal with it, I had to go on You Tube and watch live footage of Grand Funk Railroad performing We're An American Band. Not only does the song kick every kind of arse going, Mark Farner is shirtless and glistening. This is why I looked at the live footage instead of finding a studio recorded clip. I know my comment here can be construed as sexist, and if you want to @ me, I guess you can, but be warned: I'm half-past caring.
Got some homework to do, so ciao for now.
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