I finished The Help and, oh, god, worse than I thought. I mean, it was bad while I was trying to read it. Really, awfully AWFUL. And then it got worse when I read the author's Why I Wrote This blurb and could NOT believe it.
She wrote: Blah de blah I wanted to talk about the LOVE between black maids and their white employers.
You, privileged white girl, do not get to talk about this. Not even for a second. You can talk about how YOU love your black maid, but DO NOT dare to speak for your help.
And stop with the fucking allusions and references to To Kill A Mockingbird.
|This? Is a great book. Your book? NOT THIS BOOK!|
[Neither are you Truman Capote, who I LOVE LOVE LOVE and is NOT the author of To Kill A Mockingbird.]
Anyway, it was an interesting night. We rate the books [like American Bandstand! A reference only old people will get!] from 1-5, 5 being LOVED it. Most everyone gave it 4 - 4 1/2. I gave it a 0. I said I loathed it and was offended and was stunned that someone would write such a horrible thing.
And, of course, someone had to argue that black maids probably did love their white families, if only the kids. Yeah. You know what? I have never been a black maid, but I'm pretty fucking sure none of them loved their white families. How do you love someone who can immediately, without justification, ruin your life by firing you?
A couple other people didn't care for it, which took some of the heat off of me, and it's not a cantankerous bunch of people, so it wasn't Fight Club Book Club.
|Except YUM if it was. Right? DAMN, he looks good.|
|I would totally do dirty things to him. Really, really dirty. Pre-Angelina Jolie, because now? Ew.|
Also, I may or may not have said something completely inappropriate to one of the members several years ago. She was relating a tale, but couldn't remember who said the offensive thing. I thought [and still do] that it totally sounded like something I would say.
So, in addition to that assault on my sensibilities, earlier this week, a parent discussed with me her dismay at several of the songs with inappropriate language played by the dj at the after school dance. I really, really, REALLY wanted to say, "Are you fucking crazy? Do you think your kid doesn't listen to this shit? Because they do!" Also, I'm not the person to be complaining to about foul language. The breadth and depth and variations of fuck and shit and the like that spew forth from my mouth are stunning. I'm not going to be all flustered because someone swears in front of my kid. I was very, very tempted to respond with foul language and the information that my kid listens to Rage Against the Machine and Public Enemy.
|Not known for their dulcet language.|
|They say stuff with swears!|
|Nobody wants to hear this. Nobody.|