I wish I had never watched “The Family” on Netflix and “The Handmaid’s Tale” on Hulu.
For those who haven’t viewed “The Family” it is a documentary about a conservative Christian group of men’s influence and power in government. A cult-like fraternity —the embodiment of misogyny — Duck Dynasty after a GQ makeover. The stable genius isn’t mentioned as a member; surprising considering the low threshold for admission.
Several current elected officials are members of this group. These fellows make political capital during the day by legislating restriction on lady parts and– ahem–take a different position after the sun goes down.
Watching all three seasons of “The Handmaid’s Tale,” left me in a state of panic. The government places more restrictions on my body than on assault weapons. Given the current attitude of the male senate, they’d fully support a Gilead like state. Mike Pence is a shoo-in for a commander slot.
At my age, I’d end up a Martha working in the kitchen or an Unwoman cleaning up nuclear waste. Either of those choices would be better than the handmaid’s job description. Aside from her obvious function, trudging around in a long red dress and ugly boots in the Texas heat would be akin to hell.
“The Handmaid’s Tale”, described as an American dystopian novel, isn’t a novel concept these days.
I’ll be watching all the old Frazier re-runs in the foreseeable future.
Categories: Biased, Unbalanced and Politically Incorrect
I am a lifelong Southerner, short story author, and essayist. Home is Dallas, Texas.
My essays have appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, The Dead Mule School of Southern Writing.