So I’m having a little breakfast and watching a few minutes of The Day After Tomorrow. I’ve only seen it once back when it came out, and you guys know that I’m not a Doomer porn fan these days. So I’m watching about 10 minutes of it before taking the pups out for their daily run (before it gets so hot that they burst into flame). Here’s what I see:
Two guys pack up and hit the road (where and why I don’t know, evidently to save their group.) It’s snowing and a huge storm is coming. Anyway, off they go. Two women stay behind to care for the elderly and injured. One stands all doe-eyed as they drive away (obviously a love interest.)
Unbidden, the thought of what that scene would be like were that film made in the woke era. Something like this:
The two women (one a transwoman, the other a huge fat POC) pack up their SUV to go save the group. They don’t dress warmly because their super female powers mean they’re immune from climate extremes. The two men wave goodbye as they drive away, they embrace and lock lips in a long, passionate kiss. With each other.
That’s today’s Hollywoke. That writer’s strike is actually doing a national service.
Two guys pack up and hit the road (where and why I don’t know, evidently to save their group.) It’s snowing and a huge storm is coming. Anyway, off they go. Two women stay behind to care for the elderly and injured. One stands all doe-eyed as they drive away (obviously a love interest.)
Unbidden, the thought of what that scene would be like were that film made in the woke era. Something like this:
The two women (one a transwoman, the other a huge fat POC) pack up their SUV to go save the group. They don’t dress warmly because their super female powers mean they’re immune from climate extremes. The two men wave goodbye as they drive away, they embrace and lock lips in a long, passionate kiss. With each other.
That’s today’s Hollywoke. That writer’s strike is actually doing a national service.