By Debbie Schlussel
I really couldn’t care less about the death of actor Philip Seymour Hoffman, but in the days since his death many readers have asked me to comment. Frankly, I’m sick of the non-stop, uber-sympathetic coverage of it. I’m also sick of the lamentations and empathy this devoted drug addict gets for choosing shooting up over being in the lives of his three illegitimate children. He couldn’t bother to commit to their mother or to them. But he committed quite well to the 70 bags of heroin, the high-paid acting career, and the $9,800-a-month rental where he was found. But I’m not allowed to “judge.”
That’s the society we live in. Liberals–and now some faux-”conservatives”–say, “don’t judge.” Don’t judge Islamic terrorists and beheaders. What you think is unacceptable may be just fine in their culture. And, um, who are you to judge some guy with four wives and a Black slave? Don’t judge Kardashians who make porn tapes and become stars because of it. Don’t judge absentee parents, especially mothers who prefer to have careers than raise their children instead of the daycare-and-latchkey industry. Don’t judge foreigners who broke the law and invaded this country and refuse to go home (and now won’t ever be deported). Don’t judge. Don’t judge. Don’t judge.
And that’s the problem. There isn’t nearly enough “judging” going on. Not even close. And, so, we’ve become a culture in which the most base and depraved lifestyles are accepted and promoted and anyone who says otherwise or objects is “backwards,” “reactionary,” “the far right,” or someone who does that unacceptable action of “judging.” We’ve become a culture in which the only judging that still goes on is that which keeps ugly, fat women out of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. But maybe that will change, too, but probably not yet. Because standards are out the window except the base, skin-deep, irrelevant judgments that have nothing positive to add to America’s long-term survival as a nation.
I’m sure I’ll be told, as has already been said about Hoffman, “You don’t know what his life was like.” Ya know what? You’re right. I don’t know what it’s like to live in a $10,000-a-month-apartment with the world’s easiest “job” (acting) and to throw it all away. I don’t know what it’s like to have three children and not care about them enough to make even the most basic choices to remain in their lives. You’re right. I don’t know. But I know enough to know that he was a selfish person who worshiped substances more than family or life. And that’s all I need to know. Read the rest of this entry »