"This is all Norman Lear’s fault!" shouts completely sincere columnist 40 years too late

"This is all Norman Lear's fault!" shouts completely sincere columnist 40 years too late

There’s an absolutely hysterical editorial over at The New York Post, made all the more gut-busting by the fact that the columnist isn’t joking in the slightest:

Moral scold extraordinaire Naomi Schaeffer Riley is just sick to death of all the dirty, naughty, filthy sex jokes on primetime television.


Last week on “Black-ish,” which has been billed as the next “Cosby Show,” the mom suggested that the dad “ride the underground railroad” while she pointed emphatically at her private parts. I have a hard time imagining Clair Huxtable saying that to Cliff.

Oh, come on, that’s funny. And historically important. Should any little ones in the room ask what she’s talking about, take this opportunity to tell your children about the brave women and men who risked their lives smuggling slaves out of the South.

But don’t be fooled by the black-ish reference. Television (and American culture in general) actually left poor Mrs. Riley behind more than 40 years ago.

If you want to know where to place the blame for this, you could do a lot worse than Normal Lear.

Hot damn! Someone out there is still bitching about Norman Freakin’ Lear. Riley spends more than half her column rehashing the same old complaints about All In the Family and Good Times that failed to win the day back in the 1970s when they were relevant.

You couldn’t possibly distinguish this column from parody. From the “won’t somebody please think of the children” handwringing to outlandishly dated pop culture references, the whole thing sounds like it was penned by a second-rate Stephen Colbert wannabe.

So you have had at least two generations of kids who have grown up with declining standards of what’s appropriate. And they are now raising kids with almost no standards at all when it comes to media consumption.

Today’s parents are the worst! And their kids are even worst-er!

If only we could go back to the 1960s, when nobody talked about anything uncomfortable on TV and therefore American life was completely chaste and calm with no violence or drugs or sex or rebellion whatsoever. (That is what you’ve heard about the ‘60s, right?)

Hopefully no one tells Mrs. Riley that she works for a newspaper most famous for its crass headlines and gossip column.

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