It will be interesting to see how Dean (Jensen Ackles) reacts to Suzy and her mission.
So it’s Dean specifically that deals with the chastity counselor.
This is going to be hilarious. I can feel it.
ARTIST: Washed Out x Notorious B.I.G.
TRACK: Hypnotize Portlandia
The U.S. openly brags about boom times for its drone wars, while casually abandoning our 800 year-old system of due process.
It tells you a lot about the mentality of the country. So one column, I think it was Joe Klein, a bit of a liberal columnist for one of the journals, was asked about a case in which four little girls were killed by a drone strike. And his answer was something like, "Well, better that their little girls are killed than ours." So in other words, maybe this stopped something that would ultimately harm us.
I laughed. I cried. I felt. It moved me like good art is supposed to do. But that’s the problem. It moved me. It made me feel joy for Cam and Mitchell after the Supreme Court over-ruled California’s Prop 8.
And that is what makes this show great. And dangerous. It relies on feelings which mislead. There is no logical argument in favor of gay marriage, but the sweetness of Cam and Mitchell trying to outdo each other’s proposal is touching.
And just like that, the seed of doubt has been planted.
This is one of the reasons why LGBT representation in media is so important: people who would never willingly associate with actual queers may find themselves empathizing with fictional queer characters in the privacy of their own living rooms.
That’s the beginning.
Evan Mantel, a dyed-in-the-wool religious homophobe wasn’t “logic-ed” into feeling joy when Prop. 8 was overturned. He wasn’t convinced by the legal arguments that demonstrated same-sex marriage causes no harm or injury. He wasn’t shamed into it by being “called out”, which usually has the effect of making social conservatives puff out their chests and dig their feet in even harder. He simply connected emotionally with a fictional gay couple, took joy in their love and empathized with their plight.
Will this have the effect of making Mantel question his homophobic beliefs, resulting in him rejecting them completely? Who knows. The point is that the door has been opened. And once that door has been opened, it becomes that much harder to shut the door on real queer people, in whom Mantel may now begin recognize “Cam & Mitchell” instead of the sinister cabal of sexual deviants the Christian right relies on to rally the troops.
This was also accomplished without you or I having to argue with homophobic Uncle Archie at Thanksgiving, which is always a plus.
Here are the messages I gleaned from the church of my childhood: that beating children is acceptable—good for them, in fact; bruises and welts are of little consequence; that fear is desirable, as is pained screaming and broken sobbing. I’d heard that kids were to be whipped for the least act of disobedience, with belts and sticks and plastic racecar tracks; on bare skin, and as often as an adult thought was necessary.
A child abuser, on the other hand, is someone who doesn’t love you. A parent who never gives hugs because he is angry all the time. A child abuser is a drinker, a druggie, or at best some kind of wild animal. An abuser has no reasons or explanations. He just burns kids with cigarettes and gives them broken arms.
My abuser loved me and hugged me, and he overflowed with explanations.