The Hills We Choose To Die On

“We’re really in a pussy generation. Everybody’s walking on eggshells. We see people accusing people of being racist and all kinds of stuff. When I grew up, those things weren’t called racist.”
–Clint Eastwood

ymKkvXhCHere we have Clint Eastwood decrying the “pussy generation”—again, using slang for essentially the biological gateway of humanity as a pejorative. Profoundly detached from his own feminine energy, bemoaning “political correctness.” The worst thing you can be is connected to the female, possessing presumably feminine traits such as compassion.

All these people complaining about political correctness and “special snowflakes” and “trigger warnings” always make me think that when they were children, their parents and peers ignored their suffering. Ignored their suffering, and told them that’s what we do in normal society. Especially males—told they can’t cry, that they can just “take it,” etc.

Then these people grow up and just lash out on others they perceive as “different” or “weaker.”

Hell, I enjoyed Clint Eastwood movies and all the macho posturing in them…but that’s not where humanity is headed. Humanity is not going to evolve in a direction that ignores the pain of others, that puts it down and tells people to just “suck it up.” That is what humanity is leaving behind.

Like Charlton Heston, Eastwood’s cinematic persona and archetype is somewhat more complicated than what we see on the surface. But both seem to have clung, in their old age, to what was most familiar and “safe” to them—what most reenforced the movie personas they presented. Believed their own archetypes, basically.

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The Year Of The Mask: The Last Action Hero’s Revenge
The Year Of The Mask: The United States Of Zombieland
The Pendulum Swings One Way, The Pendulum Swings The Other