SDB's answer: no editorializing.
It's the same reason I found myself quite unexpectedly enjoying Gidget when I happened to see an episode of it in a resident's room while working in the nursing home in 2003: there isn't any SJW bullshit in it; it's just meant to be an entertaining story about a California teenager's misadventures in 1965.
The same story in 2015 would include a gay character, of course, suitably whitewashed to obscure all the inconvenient details of his sexual orientation. Instead of being raised by a reasonably wise single father (a widower) Gidget would be raised by a single mom, and all the heterosexual men in the story would be cast as complete blithering idiots. There'd be episodes about smoking, and drugs, and tolerance, and inclusion.
The whole thing would be unpleasant to watch, and not at all entertaining. Much like most television today.
Gidget reminded me of anime because it was entertaining and there was NO editorializing in it. It told the same kind of stories I was used to seeing in various anime series--the adventures of a teenage girl--and it did so without hitting me over the head with all the SJW crap that has become de rigeur in American television.
It's why the superhero genre has been so successful in the movie industry: these movies put entertainment first, and if there is a message, its priority is not even a distant second to that. Interstellar was good in part because the conflict was man versus nature--the blight that was killing all the plants arose from the natural evolution of micro-organisms--not "humans screw up Earth and have to find a new home", which could easily have been the case, and which would have relegated the thing to "typical SF movie" status. (Because if the disaster is man-made it makes a point the SJWs favor.)
Around the fourth or fifth Dresden Files book was where I stopped worrying about Jim Butcher, when I realized that he wasn't going to have Harry Dresden turn around and start lecturing us on how Christians are evil because they want to exlude gays from marriage or some similar horseshit. And Butcher writes entertaining stories, damn it. (Skin Game deserved that Hugo the SJWs slate-voted to "No Award".)
I could go on and on about this, but I don't think I really need to.
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Related: thought policing. Also insanity.
The first link is to a story about the black racist who gunned down a white reporter and her cameraman. The asshat in question sounds like he was convinced that everything and everyone around him was so irredeemably racist that--apparently--going on a shooting spree was his only recourse, or something.
"When someone brought a watermelon to work, he thought that was racist[.] He believed the fruit was placed in a 'strategic location' to harass him[.]"
What a penis.
The other story is also about stupid insanity: using made-up nonsense to substitue for the common pronouns like "he", "her", and so on:
The University of Tennessee has told its staff and students to stop calling each other 'he', 'she', 'him' and 'her' - and to start referring to one another with terms like 'xe', 'zir' and 'xyr' instead.I have one thing to say to the University of Tennesee about this, and I hope I am not alone in feeling this way:
EAT A BUCKET OF DICKS, YOU MORONS
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The other day, while I was cutting the grass, a rabbit hopped out in front of me, perhaps thirty feet away. It sat in the grass, immobile, watching me.
Then a chipmunk went screaming across the gap between bushes, tail straight up and moving about mach nine, right past the rabbit, which scared him back into the underbrush. I laughed.
Generally speaking I like rabbits. Of course I don't have a garden, and I might have an entirely different opinion of them if I were trying to grow vegetables. Still, as things are I don't see the harm in having a couple of rabbits around the place. It makes me feel kind of lucky.
Better rabbits than possums or coons.
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It's a cloudy, rainy, cool Saturday, and I have nowhere to be anytime soon. I want to go to the store today to get peanut butter, and a box of granola bars for my wife; otherwise I have one errand and one chore that need doing.
But it's not even 9 AM yet and I want to get a little more shut-eye.