The sudden chicken concern
There’s always a new scourge being brought up by the press that allows readers to seethe and froth with anger about something that never concerned them before and will cease to concern them as soon as the next scourge to society comes to light.
Like chicken owners, apparently this week’s outrage. More specifically, suburban and urban chicken owners.
An MSNBC story that’s being picked up by other news agencies reported that there has been a rise in chickens being "dumped off" at farms and animal rescue places by "hipsters" who just "can’t cope."
Well, obviously, since there’s been a rise in chicken ownership in general, that would naturally happen. It’s just like there is a rise in the same for rabbits shortly after every Easter.
As proof of the chicken apocalypse -- which is actually happening in factory farms, though no one cares about those chickens -- shelters like Farm Sanctuary, in upstate New York, are quizzed. It’s the only time places like that ever get press -- their good rescue work is ignored when there’s no controversy to link it to.
Here’s the thing about Farm Sanctuary -- it is part of a vegan advocacy organization that believes no animals should be owned at all. That’s fine, but you can’t claim they have an agenda in pushing for no animal ownership
And the very wonderful animal rescue work they do means they see a lot of worst-case scenarios, as does Chicken Run Rescue in Minnesota, another organization quoted in the article that’s going around.
Imagine going to a women’s shelter and using those interviews to paint a general view of all men who have contact with women.
Anyhow, this issue certainly has straw men put forth. The Chicken Run Rescue lady blames it on "locavores" -- surely the least frightening group of people in the world -- and the word "hipster" is tossed around a lot.
Do people even know what a hipster is? I ask 10 different people and get 10 different answers. A hipster, as near as I can tell, is a person who you look at as opposite of yourself because they are following a trend that you don’t understand and therefore look silly to you. In my day, a hipster would never own chickens, because that would cut into their sleeping time, which they needed to be awake for the after hours nightclubs.
Here’s the irony -- the very folks being made fun of in these articles are actually the ones most likely to take in rescued chickens. You know, the many responsible chicken owners who don’t fall into stereotypes.
I won’t worry though. Next week, they’ll just be back to bashing the millennials again until something new comes along.
Stop brainwashing Dustin Hoffman!
Dustin Hoffman, what a twit. Have you seen the video that’s being passed around on Facebook and other places, the one where he cries about being "brainwashed to demand that [women] meet my male standards of beauty before I even think to notice them, much less approach them to talk with them about anything."
Hoffman says the idea that any woman might be worth talking to despite the fact that they don’t look like whoever you think the hottest woman alive is didn’t occur to him until he did the movie "Tootsie."
Really, Dustin Hoffman? Because me and all the guys I’ve known have never not talked to a female, listened to a female or befriended a female because she did not "meet my male standards of beauty." We might not fall in love, or even lust with them, but most people who aren’t pig-headed snobs are happy to chat with whoever.
Dustin Hoffman was 45 when he filmed "Tootsie" and came to this realization. Speaking for myself, I came to it when I was Š I don’t know, four years old. You know, when my brain really kicked in and started to think.
I submit that the only males who choose female friends and acquaintances by that criteria aren’t "brainwashed." They are jerks. And when, years later, they try to justify their piggishness as the result of being "brainwashed," thus managing to spread the blame to every other man alive in a narcissistic attempt to teach us all a valuable lesson, they are a bigger jerk.
Or a Hollywood star. Same difference.
John Seven is the Transcript’s arts and entertainment editor. He blogs at blogs.thetranscript.com/arts.