“Racist” is probably too strong a word, you’re right.
I think “Tasteless” is more fitting. Racist would imply that they “satirise” some groups while protecting others, while Charlie Hebdo paints everyone with the same tasteless brush.
As in everything in life, your right to swing your fist ends where my nose begins.
If you don’t like the satire of Charlie Hebdo, your right is to not read it. If you don’t like a comedian who makes pedo jokes, your right is to not buy their tickets. If you don’t like a TV show that shows drug use, your right is to not watch it.
That’s it. That’s the end of your personal rights on that issue. You do NOT have the right to tell other people what they personally view, watch, read, etc…
If enough people share your view, that publication/comedian/show will either change or go out of business naturally because of lack of subscribers. That’s how it works.
I personally find Charlie Hebdo to be racist twits. But that doesn’t give me any right to kill them. I have the right to just ignore them.
President Freedom Fries can call it whatever the fuck he wants. That doesn’t make it internationally recognized.
Meh. My real world would know what my digital world already knows, that I’m much more of a nerd than I portray myself as.
It’s not because I purposefully hide it. It’s because it’s not a topic that is interesting to anyone in my real world circle of friends. I don’t have real world friends who want to talk about Linux, and Open Source, and retro-video games, and all of the other stuff that I ramble on about online in forums where the peeps who understand me all hang out.
There’s probably some very surprising porn habits in there as well that my real world friends and family would have NO CLUE about, but c’est la vie.
That is essentially the vibe I got from that argument. We didn’t last much longer after that.
The moment I knew that I had to break it off with my ex was when a comment about tea-cup saucers turned into an accusation that I “always had to be right”.
We were having cake for dessert:
Her: “Can you grab plates?”
Me: Grabs a couple of small plates.
Her: “No, those aren’t for cake. It’s the really small ones.”
Me: “Okay, but FYI the small ones are actually teacup saucers. You can tell the difference because they have the indent in the middle so the teacup doesn’t slip around.”
Her: “You just always have to be right, don’t you?”
What followed was a truly bonkers argument where I found myself accused of “lording my intelligence” and told that I had to be right in everything.
For the record, I told her I literally didn’t give a shit what she wants to eat cake off of. I’m the guy that would happily use a Tupperware lid as a plate if it was the closest thing to hand. I was just pointing out an “interesting fact” (in my mind at least).
I’m not even going to call it a guilty pleasure, but Josie and the Pussycats was a movie that I genuinely adored long before people started to appreciate it for the satire that it is.
As a CIS male I got endlessly mocked, but I stuck to my guns.
Or alternatively, Christianity only exists because in an attempt to prevent it, someone from the future snapped Jesus out of existence. But it turns out that Jesus was just some dude who liked to do nice things for people until one day he poofed out of existence in front of a crowd and everyone suddenly figured he must be a god.
The Thirteenth Floor is a truly under appreciated gem of a movie, FYI