You couldn’t make it up. No, really, you couldn’t
You know how they said that satire died when Henry Kissinger won the Nobel Peace Prize? They may have been out a few decades.
It’s truly dead now.
The Sun, a paper I haven’t held in any regard since their reporting on the Hillsbrough disaster, tweeted out a link to an article yesterday. The article in question?
Snowflake students are suggesting that Frankensteins monster is misunderstood
(Note: I linked to a Vice article about the whole thing. Fuck giving The Sun clicks.)
The problem? Well, in their rush to be outraged about others outrage, they missed one big thing. If you’ve read Frankenstein, you’ll have spotted the problem. (If you haven’t, I recommend you do, it’s an amazing book.)
The whole point of the book is that the monster is misunderstood. It’s not hidden, it’s not subtext, it’s literally the point of the story.
But some people are so determined to be outraged about things that they don’t bother with the whole meddlesome reality thing.
Will
Seriously? It was the point of the movie, too. But your point is spot on. Satire and irony are now dead. I miss them.
Warning Comment
I was outraged that Frankenstein ever built a “humanoid??” out of spare body parts in the first place. I didn’t protest, however. It was fiction. And why does he have to be called a monster, anyway?
Warning Comment
P.S. I figger when people label something, they are only naming it as far as their imaginations exist. They only call it a name when “they” don’t understand it. So who is the real monster?
Warning Comment
I share your sentiments about the Sun newspaper …. ~A~
Warning Comment