Phoebe Cates strikes again

So while making a link to Phoebe Cates' Date With an Angel (circa 1987) I commented that I was amused that the angel (played by Emmanuelle Béart) was retarded.  Indeed, if you YouTube it you'll notice that the angel talks like a re'tard making muppet-like marf-marf sounds and also doesn't know how to manipulate french-fries and the like and gets into mild antics as comic relief.  When I watched it in the theaters, I recognized that the director was pushing for the "innocent" and "sweet" angle.  Not a hard concept to wrap your head around.  Misplaced angel trying to deal with Earth while hearthrob token male Jim Sanders considers dumping spoiled boss's-daughter bitchy Phoebe Cates to be with the angelic girl.  Personally, I'd chose Phoebe's chipmunky cheeks any day, and present her with golden acorns from the Garden of Hephaestus.

Anyway I made a comment suggesting that Emmanuelle's angelic character was retarded and how funny it is, looking back in retrospect and a poster ignited me with this:

She was not Reatared, she was like a little Kid, she didn't knew how the "real world" was...(by the way that still sound very ignorant from you)

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I explained I knew this in retaliation but how is it no one could understand the joke?  (Also, how is it people still don't know how to form a sentence for that matter?)  Annoyed me to no end for days.

Another YouTube instance was that there were some Arab men (wearing durka-durkas) sitting around in a room with a huge white sectional couch when another Arab brings a young, emancipated lioness on a leash into the room.  Well, most of the Arabs took-off, but one jumped up to the corner of the room on top of the sectional's rounded corner.  A second, equally-aged Arab jumped into his lap and bounced, wrapping his arms around him, sort of like a 1930's cartoon. 

So I comment how pathetic and gay that was, explaining that one should die with their boots on and not be a little bizatch and hop into another grown-man's lap, shivering.  I think for me to do something like that would involve two things:  one, several chaotic-evil dragons or balrogs enter the room, and two, I transform into a pissy girl with pigtails and a lollipop.  Just sayin'.

Responder berates me that I don't know what the potential of a lioness is, and that I couldn't recognize that it was a lioness.  Uh-huh.  Right.  I was then chastised on how I'd do the same thing.  I countered that I would not.. though come to think of it, I'd seize the leash from the lioness' owner and man-slap him across his face and send him on his way.  That night for dinner?  Lioness.