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it’s a living

This topic might not seem all that earth shattering at first glance: I want to talk about Geoffrey Owens. For real.

I’m sure by now you’ve seen the shame, the backlash over the shame, the smug backlash against the backlash, etc. so there’s not really much to unpack besides Fox (great and powerful soapbox for the Febrezed scrote set) shaming dude that used to be on The Cosby Show for being so desperate as to work for a living. In a job. With a uniform. The horror.

I’m not here to claim any moral high ground since I’ve been guilty of job-title-as-checkmate in arguments myself. It’s stupid and if it’s in your paintbox at all take that as a sign to construct better debate.

As someone that’s worked nearly every kind of nowhere job you can imagine I (stuck in the same colonial-minded crap system were all mired in to one degree or another) worked so hard to paddle away to something better that I forgot that there is not and should not be any shame in any honest work at any level and that should probably include all kinds of work and hustles (and side hustles) that most of us consider ‘dishonest’ work as well.

Frankly, if any of the propagandistic dildos grazing the fascist bandwidth over at Fox had ever worked a shift at Trader Joe’s they might not be quite the useless bile spigots they are.

The man works. And while we might disagree with that Protestant ‘arbeit macht frei’ist horseshit at its central acorn, there is not and can not be shame in any job at any level. And we (myself included) need to let go of the idea that there might be.

So yeah. I’m here to defend an actor I don’t remember. And hoping his counterpart here in Sacramento restocked the frozen minced garlic cubes, cuz we’re almost out.

—jason malmberg