In fact, things were so reasonable that when promos for movies came on, they seemed completely out of place. A commercial for Atomic Blonde started with a review from Vanity Fair that said, “Witness the birth of a new original hero,” followed by a montage of Charlize Theron beating up men, crashing cars, and chugging vodka. Yeah, right. Then we saw a trailer for The Glass Castle where Woody Harrelson tells some Lisa Simpson type, “You were born to change the world.” Hollywood didn”t get the free-market memo from the ad world and the contrast between the two was stark.
When a #cuckmercial finally did come on I was almost relieved. These were the things I was convinced were absolutely everywhere. It was an Aflac commercial that starts with a baseball bat and a dad holding an ice pack to his brutally disfigured face. Mom arrives and the son explains, “Dad kind of walked into my swing,” to which she responds, “Don”t you mean Dad kind of walked into our Hawaii fund?” They all take a vote and decide the extra money Aflac awarded them should go to a vacation and not fixing Dad’s face. He reluctantly agrees and even gives the family a weak high five. It’s the classic anti-white-male, anti-patriarchy, anti-nuclear-family commercial that gets under your skin, but it was the only one in an hour of prime-time television. These annoy me so deeply I had duped myself into thinking they were absolutely everywhere.
In the end, the experiment was not at all what I expected it to be but good news nonetheless. PC is infecting our culture. We are battered over the head with anti-traditionalism everywhere we go, but it’s not yet ubiquitous. There are still outposts where the free market remembers that being a radical feminist separatist who hates men isn”t good for business.
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