Bad Hair Gone Racist
It’s usually my policy to have mercy for un-funny has-been comedians. Gilbert Gottfried, Bob Cat Goldthwait, Ellen Cleghorne – I have no beef with any of them. I snickered a few times at each and now wish them well. But Pauly Shore was someone I kind of liked. Maybe because of the freaky hair, or maybe because as a twelve-year-old I needed someone to punctuate the sexually-charged MTV Spring Break Specials with an innocuous catchphrase like “Buuuuh-dy.” Or maybe, and probably, because of his cameo in the movie Class Act with Kid N’ Play, a duo so credible in the early 90’s that his clout was instantaeous with me. But now this?
Maybe he is on drugs, but it seems to me that the misguided belief that “its so much easier to succeed if you’re black” a la Geraldine Ferraro has been gaining steam in recent weeks. Is this the new battle cry of the white “has-been/never-really-was?”