The Oscars Love Racial Reconciliation Movies.

Wesley Morris sums up the problem with Oscar-winning movies like The Green Book for the New York Times:

The money is ostensibly for legitimate assistance, but it also seems to paper over all that’s potentially fraught about race. The relationship is entirely conscripted as service and bound by capitalism and the fantastically presumptive leap is, The money doesn’t matter because I like working for you. And if you’re the racist in the relationship: I can’t be horrible because we’re friends now. That’s why the hug Sandra Bullock gives Yomi Perry, the actor playing her maid, Maria, at the end of “Crash,” remains the single most disturbing gesture of its kind. It’s not friendship. Friendship is mutual. That hug is cannibalism.

No Sweat

One of my rhetorical pet peeves is “sweat”/“sweaty” as an insult, e.g. “sweaty douche” It’s often used in this way by otherwise conscious/feminst/progressive people against MRAs and similar ilk. I don’t want to defend the dudes insulted (very often they deserve the anger directed at them) but rather want to see the “sweat” part gone. Excessive sweat is, in most cases, a biological-medical issue and nothing the person can control, e.g. a side-effect of medication, weight, etc. It’s really ridiculous and superficial to use sweatiness against someone. To directly compare it to fat shaming or ableism would go a bit too far (although there are overlaps) but structurally it’s similar. It’s annoying.

Criticize people for their words and actions, leave their glands out of it.