So I had a fight with my wife recently. Believe it or not, the fight was about Jenny McCarthy.
Perhaps I have that backwards. It’s not important.
The argument boils down to this: I saw Jenny McCarthy on TV and, almost reflexively, expressed my opinion of her as follows (this is verbatim): “Fuck Jenny McCarthy!”
My wife came to the ex-Playmate’s cause, chastising me for not understanding the nuances of a mother’s guilt and fears when it comes to the health of her offspring. Her essential point, as I understand it, is that a mother, facing the horror of a child whose life will be difficult at best, may be forgiven for grasping at straws, seeking solace in some explanation which may allow her to forgive herself by providing an outside culprit.
I explained that I can understand that sort of irrational guilt; the blame we heap upon ourselves for uncontrollable events can become a person’s hell. Accepting her argument, basically that we all go a little mad sometimes, I nevertheless responded:“Fuck Jenny McCarthy!”
Allow me to elaborate.
She is a leading voice of anti-vaccination idiocy on this side of the Atlantic, trading on her star power to try to convince the easily-frightened sheeple, watching whatever irresponsible news/talk show that decided she was an important voice in the debate, that vaccines caused her baby’s autism.
Her own complete lack of medical or scientific knowledge, and in fact her lack of any supporting evidence beyond her earnest claims that “she just knows”, apparently pose no barrier to her, so on she goes spewing her dangerous, anti-intellectual, anti-fact activism.
Or, more succinctly:“Fuck Jenny McCarthy!”
My poor wife forgot an important fact. I’m always fucking right.