Today my family dragged me to see “The Blind Side.”
It’s the one about a nouveau riche soccer mom who rescues a gentle giant teenager from being black in Memphis because it seems like the good christian thing to do for college football.
Sandra Bullock basically proves that if you henpeck your country music star husband who owns fifty Taco Bells into buying a pickup truck and a private tutor, you can teach any old kid from the projects to read at a fifth grade level as long as he’s got NFL potential.
The moral of the story is pretty simple — white people are benevolent do-gooders, and black people are helpless, scary animals.
Feel-good movie my ass. After watching that train wreck, my soul had never felt so empty.
Of course, everybody else loved it. Loved it.
Sitting in that theater — with that crowd — I was surrounded, completely engulfed by the shallow ignorance of the red state zeitgeist.
Call me an elitist bitch, but I can’t wait to get back to LA.