Above are Amy Poehler’s words, said to Jimmy Fallon, that made her a hero to Tina Fey and Slate’s Amanda Hess - words that definitely wouldn’t have endeared her to whites, under any circumstances, as a black person - and probably would’ve resulted in the loss of her job.
Fey actually brags about those words in her revealingly-titled book, “Bossypants,“ (For comparison, Indian American Mindy Kaling’s book is called, “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?”) but we’re still supposed to buy Ann Althouse’s blonde bullshit about sexism being as big of a hinderance to white women’s lives as race is to blacks. Here are some of Poehler’s chapter titles:
“Say Whatever You Want”; “Do Whatever You Like”; “Be Whoever You Are.”
I guess, along with everything else they assume about the races they avoid, blonde’s think we still can’t understand that we can’t do any of those things,...without white's interference.
No, you see, what whites understand is, it’s still their place to educate everyone else - as they used to bring us Jesus - for our own good, of course. Their ultimate advice, repeated endlessly to me online and off, is to do as white’s do (“C’MON, WHO HASN’T CHEATED?”) as though challenging white people is in Dale Carnegie’s “How To Win Friends And Influence People.” Check out this quote:
”Women are still underrepresented as writers, directors, and stars of comedy, but the few women who have clawed to prominence on TV can find a comfortable perch in the publishing world.”
Hell, considering how whites have maneuvered themselves since the Grammy’s - putting whites in even Rap’s top spots - blacks can’t be said to have a “comfortable perch” anywhere whites exist. And (here’s the kicker) their dislike increases as long as we mention it. “I don’t fucking care if you like it,” indeed.
“This sounds okay, but not as good as Tina Fey’s book. Why isn’t this more like Tina Fey’s book?”
- Mindy Kaling
“I cannot change the fact that I am an American White Woman” Poehler writes, while Fey filled her book with “practical tips on how to make it in a male-dominated workplace.” Is there a writer of color that features such sentiments today? Who could? Women outnumber men, but somehow, the white ones seem to forget I’m-the-minority-who-pushes-people-around-and-you-can-too is just begging for that 6 to 1 white blowback, while white women can, and do, get applause (mostly from other white women) for even thinking it. And now they even demand blacks join in.
“When did you fall in love with Amy Poehler?” Slate’s Amanda Hess asks, as though it’s a given everyone has done so. As though Poehler, or Tina Fey, have done anything as endearing, striking, or influential, as Eddie Murphy’s work on SNL. Even when including 30 Rock, they haven’t. They’re just there - which is an accomplishment - but hardly worthy of the assumption of universal admiration or acclaim.
Like Althouse bragging that the repulsive Rush Limbaugh (of all people) mentioned her attacks on Obama, these white women stand for little besides their own celebrity, causing Hess to say “Poehler’s naming of her nanny is framed as a brave reveal” (revealed: a white woman has a nanny!) while “other subjects are just deflected.” Of course they are, because white women can play it safe. What’s on the line for them? Falling back to #2 in the white world? Heavens to Betsy. Hess also adds “lowered stature frees” white women “for more straight talk.”
Well, there’s no one lower than blacks in America, unless you include “a virginal college-aged Fey scrambling up a Virginia mountain at night in a desperate bid to get laid by a terrible guy.”
Somehow, after all the black books I’ve read - compared to just living in the obliviousness of white folks - that’s rarely been blacks, or even black women’s, problem. As that quote reveals, it’s white’s awful life choices that are. Hess asks a great question at the end of her piece:
“When Lena Dunham inked a deal for her own comedy/memoir/advice book, at age 26, she was criticized for her hubris: Why would such a young woman think she had anything meaningful to say?”
I’ll let you guess what the answer is from where blacks sit,…
