Oscar Pistorius and the Murderous Lesser Than

by admin on February 19, 2013

We all know there's a hierarchy when it comes to the media importance of a dead person. It goes: ugly man < ugly woman < attractive man < attractive woman < beautiful woman < beautiful white woman < beautiful blonde white woman. So Reeva Steenkamp's murder is the JFK assassination of our time.

We all know there’s a hierarchy when it comes to the media importance of a dead stranger. It goes: ugly man < ugly woman < attractive man < attractive woman < beautiful woman < beautiful white woman < beautiful blonde white woman. So Reeva Steenkamp's murder is the JFK assassination of our time.

The story of Reeva Steenkamp's death is by now widely known: The girlfriend of athletic cripple Oscar Pistorius (colloquially known as "Blade Runner" due to the carbon-fiber prosthetic legs he ran on), she was shot to death in his bathroom through the door by the South African Olympian, who is now being held in jail on suspicion of murder. The story is huge for a variety of reasons, Steenkamp's beauty and Pistorius' fame chief among them. But I think there is an unspoken undercurrent to the saga that contributes to its popularity as well: That an outsider (Oscar, due to his deformity) would murder a pinnacle of establishment beauty after earning that reward in despite all odds.

It's the principal behind Othello. While leery, the world lets O slide with a white broad as long as he's on his best behavior. But as soon as he murders her, bam, it's "thou art a porch monkey” this and “smoocheth my ivory buttocks, moon cricket” that. Similarly, while people could let slide Oscar Pistorius banging a 10 based upon Olympic accomplishment as long as he thanked God daily for her sweet ass, the instant he revealed himself to be as angry and murderous as a man without legs should be, public thought shifted to, “Enjoy spending life in prison with your mouth at perfect blowjob level once the prosthetics come off, you legless freak!”

Maybe I’m talking out of my ass on this and we’re all just giggling at the fact Oscar had to hop out of bed and STRAP ON FAKE LEGS before chasing down his girlfriend to murder her. But just in case I’m not, remember that, if you’re not one of the beautiful people and you somehow achieve enough to marry one of them, don’t kill them. It’s generally frowned upon.

{ 1 comment… read it below or add one }