CBS Comedy *Mom* Is Trading Emmy Campaigning for Activism
By Laura Bradley

As Emmy nominations draw near, one network comedy has made the almost unheard of decision not to campaign—not because it doesn’t stand a chance, but because it can think of something more useful to do with its money. Mom earned two back-to-back supporting actress wins for one of its central stars, Allison Janney—in 2014 and 2015. (She was nominated in 2016, but lost out to Saturday Night Live’s Kate McKinnon.) But this year, rather than throw down cash for yet another campaign for gold statuettes, CBS will donate the budgeted funds to Planned Parenthood.

As the Republicans continue to work toward pushing through their replacement for the Affordable Care Act, Janney and Mom co-creator/executive producer Chuck Lorre have decided to raise awareness around the threats that specifically target Planned Parenthood, Variety reports. (The version of the American Health Care Act that passed in the House includes a provision that would slash funding for the organization.) They’ll appear on CBS This Morning as part of their special Mom campaign, encouraging their fans to donate to the organization. (Vanity Fair has reached out to Janney, her co-star Anna Faris, and Lorre for comment, and will update this post accordingly.)

Although the move to forego campaigning is extremely rare, such decisions could become more mainstream over the next few years. As Variety notes, United Talent Agency canceled its 2017 Oscars party in protest of Donald Trump, choosing instead to donate $250,000 to the A.C.L.U. and the humanitarian organization International Rescue Committee.

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The World Isn't As Bad As You Think It Is.

       That’s what my father told me yesterday. It hit me hard. You see, my father and I have a strained relationship. We have different views on many things. I have learned over the years that instead of speaking up, I should just say yes sir and pretend like I agree. So of course when this came up, I did just that. I shouldn’t have. I should have said exactly this:

       Dear Father.

         Are you oblivious to the heartbreak and terror in this world? You nag me for my dystopian novels, but do you realize we live in one? When you get a call saying there was a bombing somewhere far away, do you even shed a tear? This world is not good.
       It tears me in half to see you get a call from your girlfriend saying there was a bombing in Manchester and you say, “Wow, that’s bad.” and then turn the movie back on. It hurts to know that you don’t look for ways to help, that you don’t try to make a difference. People die every day because others are ignorant to their pain. You are too scared of “getting scammed” to donate to a charity, too selfish to worry about people that you don’t know.

       When there is a Pride Parade or a Women’s March you cringe in disgust, saying that you don’t believe in protesting. The history of our country, the progression of our country, is built on people protesting! When my older brother goes to prom, you give him a pep talk on how he has to open the door for his date and has to take the check. Your stupid gender stereotypes are making the world more polluted with judgment.

       You tell me to pull my shirt up because I don’t want boys staring, yet no one ever tells the boys to keep there eyes up here. (oh wait. Let me correct myself. You don’t tell me to pull my shirt up, you reach into my shirt, at random moments, and yank it up yourself. I might be your daughter, but you still have no right to reach into my shirt like that, or adjust my bra forcefully, like you do so often.)   You tell me to buy a longer dress because men will look, but the men are never chastised for staring at a underage girl’s ass. When I complain about the school’s no shoulders allowed dress code, you say you believe in it because we shouldn’t be taught to be sexy. The only reason we’re considered “sexy” is because perverted guys want to take us to bed.

       When my mother starts dating a woman after you two divorce, you blame the divorce on her being “a lesbian” {Have you even heard of the many other sexualities that my mother might identify as?} and not on the fact that you isolated her and controlled her life.

       When I change my Facebook picture to a love is love is love is love is love picture with the Pride Flag behind it, you tell me to take it down because it makes me look like a lesbian {again, seriously, there are more sexualities than just lesbian. It’s LGBTQ+ not LLLLL+} and that the love is love quote is fine but that I shouldn’t flaunt the Pride Flag on my profile because people will talk.
       How many times do I have to remind you that people are going to talk? And that I. Don’t. Care.  Are you so scared that I will ruin your reputation that you will take away my life? When I finally let my mother know that I had a crush on a girl, the first words out of her mouth were “Don’t tell your father.” She then starts telling me that you will not hesitate to send me away to “fix” me. Does that sound like a safe and loving environment? My mother assured me that there is nothing about me that needs to be fixed, but that does not calm my nerves. I spend every last second wondering when you’ll find out that your daughter isn’t as straight as you thought she was. Wondering when the day will come that I will have to explain that my sexuality doesn’t have a label. That it doesn’t need one.
       When I crawl into my room crying after finding out that there was a shooting at a gay bar in Orlando, you yell at me because “Why should I care?” Do I need to remind you that Orlando, Florida is where you lived half of your life, and where your father lives? Do I need to remind you that the people who died that night were people you likely passed on the street while you were growing up, people you might’ve had a class with in high school? Are you that desensitized now? Whether I should care or not is not the problem. People are dead. It was an attack. That’s a good enough reason to be upset, don’t you think?

        Why must you argue that women’s rights are perfectly fine? Why must you tell me I should always stand and wait for the man to open the door for me? Why do you tell me that I should marry a man with a lot of money to support myself, and that I should never pay the check? When I argue, you tell me that good men enjoy doing this for women. Maybe sugar daddies do, but I do not want a man that thinks he has to spend his every second doing things for me, as if I am weak and cannot do it myself. You tell me I need to learn to cook, not because I need to know how to feed myself, but because I need to know how to feed my future husband. You say I shouldn’t want that white Jeep Wrangler, because I need a car made for women. You tell me to stop wearing your band shirts and wear some earrings and a bracelet. “Put on a dress so you won’t look so much like a guy.” It’s only when I feel like a piece of meat, wearing a dress that amplifies every insecurity I have, do you stop.

       I look at all of these things and realize you are not the only father out there who does this. I can’t be the only daughter who feels suffocated in her own home. I look at the state of this world, and people like you. People who hate. The reason that there are terrorists killing people, psychopaths running this country, laws stopping women to be equal to men, and people not able to freely love who they love, is because of ignorant people like you.

       To conclude this, I want to remind you of every class project, every painting for art club, every song for show choir, and how you helped me. How when I had an idea, you shut me down and did it your way. I want to remind you that my mother has told me every day since I was 4 to agree to everything you say, because if I argue, it will only get worse. I have to pretend to have every belief you have, just so I can go one day without a screaming match. I have to listen to your crap because you are the adult and you automatically are smarter, more mature, and everything you say is pure fact. I cannot contradict you because I have not experienced the “real world” and I’m not mature enough to understand. I’m not smart enough to get you, to know why you believe such hateful things, to make my own choices. Why does society believe that the youth is less than the adult? Just because there isn’t a bachelor’s degree pinned to my wall does not make me inferior to you. Just because I don’t have a high school degree in my drawer does not make me stupid.

I’m writing this on a note in my phone before I post it. When you check my phone, I hope you read this. I hope you see my response to that hilarious statement you so harshly made that night. And then I hope you do a self evaluation. I’ve been told since birth that life isn’t fair, but you know what? It should be. And when I get out into your so called real world? It will be my goal, to do my part in making this corrupt world into a world that I actually want my future kids to live in. So thanks dad, for fueling my fire.

Peace out,

{added note, sorry to hog your dash with this long text post, my lovely four followers. I’m going through a tough time, and I live in a south georgia small town with small minded people. This means I don’t have many not homophopic misogynistic friends….therefor I use tumblr to let out emotion, and to maybe one day, find someone to befriend on here, though I’m very shy…:/ anyway, thanks for reading…..byee}