Seth MacFarlane's Onion Oscar Sandwich

First off, I'll say that no fucking way should The Onion have apologized.  That was fucking hella-lame.  Calling a nine year old girl a cunt is what we would describe as a high-risk comedic device; it turned out that it was not well-received, but fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.  The joke was about how shitty Hollywood is in general and not that a nine year old girl is actually a cunt.  If anything, they should not have made the joke in the first place.  The joke was planned, approved and posted; that was the mistake.  At some point, somebody should have decided that on the likely chance we will have to walk this back, let's not do it because walking it back will make us look like total idiots and like fucking pussies.  Let's be smart and save ourselves from a mistake.  They didn't and that is the problem.  The joke was funny.  People didn't get it/fucking idiots are idiots and humorless assholes are humorless assholes.  Now The Onion look like buffoons.  If they had just decided to skip the risky, almost unbelievably crude joke about a nine year old, they would have been golden.

Next, people got way over-offended by Seth MacFarlane's lame Oscar telecast.  It was sort of depressing to see lots of self-described liberals and feminists loose their shit over a millionaire's and billionaire's extravagant auto-fellation tee vee spectacle.  Over-thinking Seth MacFarlane is like over-thinking Quentin Tarantino.  MacFarlane is not exactly a comic genius.  He was hired to bring (some of) the Family Guy demo the broadcast, and he did.  To get all hissy about lame Hollywood comedy is really quite pathetic.  Did those easily offended souls ever see more than a couple Hollywood mainstream films?  Those things are often lame, sexist and offensive.  On purpose.  Hollywood is a shit machine.  It is a shallow, misogynistic circle jerk every day, not just on Oscar night.  MacFarlane's purpoted misogyny was not his own; it belonged to the people who hired him long before he was even born.  MacFarlane is not some edgy outsider hired to poke some stuffed shirts.  He has been in Hollywood for 20 years; he is the ultimate wannabe.  Plastic surgery and an album of threadbare showbiz standard songs are not exactly the signs of some free-thinking outsider.  MacFarlane has always wanted to be the adored dancing monkey, and the ratings have apparently given him his wish.  MacFarlane was not there to challenge the system; he was there to lovingly blow it, and at the Oscars he had his finest designer knee pads.