One of my colleagues showed me this article with the hopes (I think) that he’d get a reaction from me. You’d think he’d be right. But instead, I shrugged my shoulders, while quickly snapping up the opportunity to expose this dinosaur as what he is, a relic of an era long past.
This man, Frank Parlato, Jr., the publisher of the Niagara Falls Reporter, seems to have some very specific opinions on men and women and their respective roles in society. His writing, as exposed in this diatribe against strong women in movies, reveals him to be as poor at his job as writer as he is lacking in basic human skills.
Here’s Parlato’s letter justifying his editorial decision to not let his movie reviewer, Michael Calleri, review movies with strong female roles (all punctuation, phrasing and capitalization irregularities are Parlato’s):
Michael; I know you are committed to writing your reviews, and put a lot of effort into them. it is important for you to have the right publisher. i may not be it. i have a deep moral objection to publishing reviews of films that offend me. snow white and the huntsman is such a film.when my boys were young i would never have allowed them to go to such a film for i believe it would injure their developing manhood. if i would not let my own sons see it, why would i want to publish anything about it?
snow white and the huntsman is trash. moral garbage. a lot of fuzzy feminist thinking and pandering to creepy hollywood mores produced by metrosexual imbeciles.
I don’t want to publish reviews of films where women are alpha and men are beta.
where women are heroes and villains and men are just lesser versions or shadows of females.
i believe in manliness.
not even on the web would i want to attach my name to snow white and the huntsman except to deconstruct its moral rot and its appeal to unmanly perfidious creeps.
i’m not sure what headhunter [referring here to Headhunters, a very good non-female starring Norwegian film] has to offer either but of what I read about it it sounds kind of creepy and morally repugnant.
with all the publications in the world who glorify what i find offensive, it should not be hard for you to publish your reviews with any number of these.
they seem to like critiques from an artistic standpoint without a word about the moral turpitude seeping into the consciousness of young people who go to watch such things as snow white and get indoctrinated to the hollywood agenda of glorifying degenerate power women and promoting as natural the weakling, hyena -like men, cum eunuchs.
the male as lesser in courage strength and power than the female.
it may be ok for some but it is not my kind of manliness.
If you care to write reviews where men act like good strong men and have a heroic inspiring influence on young people to build up their character (if there are such movies being made) i will be glad to publish these.
i am not interested in supporting the reversing of traditional gender roles.
i don’t want to associate the Niagara Falls Reporter with the trash of Hollywood and their ilk.
it is my opinion that hollywood has robbed america of its manliness and made us a nation of eunuchs who lacking all manliness welcome in the coming police state.
now i realize that you have a relationship with the studios etc. and i would have been glad to have discussed this in person with you to help you segue into another relationship with a publication but inasmuch as we spent 50 minutes on the phone from paris i did not want to take up more of your time.
In short i don’t care to publish reviews of films that offend me.
if you care to condemn the filmmakers as the pandering weasels that they are…. true hyenas.
i would be interested in that….
In case you feel I’m being a bit judgmental about his writing (after all, it’s just a letter), I encourage you to read this or this or this. Not coincidentally, if he’s not actually a Tea Partier, he certainly seems to agree with them on virtually everything.
But still, after reading his letter, I felt a wave of optimism. He could be my grandfather, who I loved deeply, despite some of his beliefs. He could be the uncle who felt that women were the downfall of his profession: law. He could be one of thousands or possibly even millions of men. Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we were to see how far we’ve come, and Parlato serves that purpose and as a newspaper publisher, he serves it well.
When Parlato is finally gone (and I wish him a long and healthy life), there will be one less person like him in the world. At the moment of his passing, a new man will be born; one who will see women as equals, one who would gladly pay to see a woman kick a man’s ass. A part of me will mourn the loss of Parlato because younger women may never know the prevailing attitude that women my age and older had to overcome.