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After prematurely retiring at the age of 44, I've hunkered down on the mean streets of Memphis, TN, where I'm carving out my memoirs with an empty Bic pen on the walls of an abandoned abattoir. What ? MY FAVORITE MOVIES: Taxi Driver, A Clockwork Orange, Full Metal Jacket, Duck Soup, Horsefeathers, A Day At the Races, The Last Temptation of Christ, Carnival of Souls, Freaks, Goodfellas, Double Indemnity, Mildred Pierce, Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Last House On The Left, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Life of Brian, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, all Herschel Gordon Lewis, educational shorts MY FAVORITE MUSIC: Sex Pistols, Frank Zappa, (early)Alice Cooper, Schubert, Leadbelly, (early)Rolling Stones, Nirvana, Irving Berlin, Violent Femmes, all Sun Records, The Cramps, The Dead Kennedys, Box Tops, Billy Lee Riley, Beethoven MY FAVORITE BOOKS: Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Beyond Good and Evil, Physician's Desk Reference, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual IV, Crime and Punishment, Notes From Underground Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Psychopathis Sexual STUFF I FIND INTERESTING: According to a new Pentagon study, 35% of Iraq veterans received mental health care during their first year home; twelve percent of the more than 222,000 returning Army soldiers and Marines in the study were diagnosed with a mental problem. As of early 2008, Human Rights Watch reports that roughly half of all prison and state inmates are mentally ill. 76% of all sexual offenses are committed by someone related to or acquainted with the victim.

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FEBRUARY 19, 2010 7:27PM

Googling Gretchen Carlson, or The Facts of Life in Florida

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On a recent episode of “The Daily Show”, Jon Stewart “outed” Fox News blonde bimbo anchor Gretchen Carlson; no, she's not a lesbian, she isn't secretly a liberal sympathizer.

It's worse. Gretchen Carlson actually has a brain.

From the Huffington Post:

“Saying she plays the 'troubled mom, just trying to make sense of this modern country,' Stewart explained Carlson seems to be dumbing herself down in order to connect with an audience that sees intellect as an elitist flaw.

After showing clips of Carlson talking about Googling the words "ignoramus" and "czar," Stewart was flabbergasted:

How do you get a job on television if you appear to be one of those people who need to pin their address to their coat so a stranger can help them find their way home?
Determined to get to the bottom of it, Stewart conducted a Google search of his own. According to his findings, this 'troubled mom' is a graduate of Stanford and a classically trained violinist.”

My friend Hank—a male friend of mine and that's important here—sent me “The Daily Show” clip and while I watched it, he waited on the phone.

He waited, to hear my reaction: you know—as a woman.

The clip began with the Fox News “Fair and Balanced” coverage of Climategate, and satisfying as it always is to watch Jon Stewart rake that black-hearted bunch of so-and-sos over the coals, little did I know I was being lulled into a false sense of security; Stewart soon zeroed in on Gretchen Carlson, and instead of having my suspicion confirmed that Carlson would be intellectually challenged to write her own name in the dirt with a stick, it seems that in addition to attending Stanford she also studied abroad, at Oxford. “And not the Mississippi Oxford”, quipped Stewart.

Hank asked me what I thought and I tried to weigh my words; in his voice I heard a sort of shame that comes when lessons once thought learned must now be learned again.  

“I'm disgusted", I said. "But I'm not surprised.”

He was surprised and genuinely distressed to learn that this attractive, intelligent woman would “dumb herself down” for—what—money ? A career with Fox News ?  

It was so completely incomprehensible to him he was practically demanding an explanation.  And it almost seemed impossible to explain, until I remembered Willie Steen.

In the months leading up to the November 2000 presidential election, Florida Secretary of State Katherine Harris, in coordination with Governor Jeb Bush, ordered local election supervisors to purge 57,700 voters from the registries, supposedly ex-cons not allowed to vote in Florida. According to Greg Palast, author of The Best Democracy Money Can Buy, “At least 90.2 percent of those on this "scrub" list, targeted to lose their civil rights, were innocent. Notably, more than half—about 54 percent—were black or Hispanic. You can argue all night about the number ultimately purged, but there's no argument that this electoral racial pogrom ordered by Jeb Bush's operatives gave the White House to his older brother.”

Palast puts a face to the numbers by interviewing one of the “disenfranchised”; like 94,000 others, Willie Steen had been tagged a criminal and was not allowed to vote in Florida because Jeb Bush's elections officials said he was a felon.

But Willie Steen has never been convicted of a crime in his life.

Steen was in the Persian Gulf War in '91; he spent four years in the military, and has worked in the medical field ever since, and as Steen points out, “You can’t even work for a hospital being a convicted felon.”

In other words, if Steen were a convicted felon, he wouldn't have been hired in the first place, and even more striking than Steen's situation is his stoicism; when Palast asks him how he feels being called a criminal, Steen answers: “What can we do sometimes, you know—that's how they did me, but what can I say.”

In my mother's “facts of life” talk I don't recall she ever said outright, there are times when wisdom lies in not appearing quite so smart. But to one degree or another, all my life I've seen women, including my mother, do either the same thing or some variation of what Gretchen Carlson did. I've seen my aunts and cousins do it, I've seen my best friends do it and I have done it too, and I imagine any woman who says she never hid her light under a bushel isn't exactly being forthright about the matter.

Certainly, given her circumstances, Gretchen Carlson had more choices than Willie Steen, but knowing nothing more about her than I do, one thing is safe to assume: a woman who did her post-graduate work at Oxford left the world of academia because she found there are more advantages, as Jon Stewart said, to playing “Chrissy” to her co-anchors "Janet" (Brian Kilmeade), and "Jack Tripper" (Steve Doocy).

Which either says a lot about Carlson, or a lot about how far we've really come, and Palast, in his interview with Steen, sounds much like my friend Hank; both white, both male, and both incredulous that in this day and age these prejudices and abuses are still with us.  

But well-intentioned as he may have been, Palast never lost what Willie Steen lost.  And always had what Willie Steen, didn't.

What can we do, sometimes, says Steen, and except for "I'm disgusted, but I'm not surprised"—what else was there for Willie Steen to say.  


 

 

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And I'm first. Yes, we've all done that, and I have women in my family who think it's best to do that and will shut you up if you have a definite opinion on something. What can you do but avoid those people. But Gretchen Carlson is a complete mystery because she is so educated. What is that but some sort of sadomasochism? She is really educated, which I definitely am not. Why does she want to pretend she doesn't get it? Is it for the money?

I heard some woman at the post office one day go on about how furious she was with doctors who refused to perform the death penalty (wording clumsy yes). I was on my way out but could have informed her that doctors don't really go to medical school to learn to put people to sleep, but I didn't. I said nothing and walked out of the post office and never saw that lady again. But to have to sit there day in and day out and act like you are that lady in the post office--gag.