All I want for Christmas is content that reinforces women’s membership in a permanent underclass

The Hallmark family of channels are the only non-news channels to have experienced significant growth in the past two years. You know the channels…with those made for TV “movies” featuring your favorite sitcom actresses from the 70s, 80s and… (written with the same feeling as when I hear Nirvana on classic rock radio) 90s.

“Keep Christ in Christmas. And also, every aspect of your personal and professional life.”   -Candace Cameron Bure

The Washington Post attributes the Hallmark networks’ growth to the age of Trump, with female (and some male) viewers desperate for stress-free entertainment with happy endings. (This is what we at Boob Tubers call ‘I love calamari’ fare.) I’m with you, WaPoIt does seem to tie in with the age of Trump. But instead, it is the reinforcement, if not exaltation, of conservative values that I suspect is fueling this Nielsen fire. These movies are riddled with women that are being forced into metaphorical hope chests. Time and time again, we see women only achieve true happiness once they have:

  • Given up that big promotion to make time for love.
  • Moved back to their provincial, small home town, learning that the big city is no place for a real life…or for a woman!
  • Ditched their suit and tie fiance for the guy that works with his hands, like a real man, probably back in that provincial, small home town.

And it should be mentioned that by women, I mean white women. Despite all of the nostalgia casting, chasing ratings with the 18-49 demographic, nary a Mowry sister, a Lark Voorhees or a Kellie Shanygne Williams in sight. (If you cross-your-heart knew all four of these ladies and the roles they’re famous for without a Google, let me know. You get a prize.)

If this infuriates you, brace yourself, winter is coming. But for the Hallmark family of channels, winter starts on October 27, with the debut of Countdown to Christmas. This is a two month period in which there is around the clock programming set during Christmastime, and all of the conservative tropes reinforcing traditional gender roles you’ve come to know and love are presented through the lense of what a piece of garbage you must be if you don’t have the most magical Christmas ever. It can be a real nail biter to wonder if the perky, blonde heroine is going to leave her law career behind in order to be a receptionist at a Bed and Breakfast and get with Bucks County’s most rugged handyman. Maybe he has a troubled past, maybe he is a widow with two, precocious kids. But imagine the stakes of whether or not she’ll do it in time for their first kiss to be under the mistletoe at the town Christmas tree lighting? And imagine what a complete and utter failure you must be if your Christmas decorations/ blowout/manicure/life choices are in any way different, and therefore inferior, to hers?

Oh also, I watch the ever-loving shit out of these movies. All of them. I used to call it hate watching. But really, can you hate watch in the age of streaming? There’s no just happening upon something while channel surfing and being like, “Oh..haha…look at Danica McKellar, with her PhD in math…falling helplessly in love with that JCPenney catalog looking PTA dad.” There’s only very. intentional. watching. I’m chalking this up to our mission at Boob Tubers: “If you love something, you shouldn’t set it free. You should hold it to incredibly high standards and call it out when it’s being problematic.” I’m just…doing research.

As I post this, the Countdown to Christmas Preview Show is about to air on the flagship Hallmark Channel. Hosted by Candace Cameron Bure, this is a clip show previewing the 33 new Christmas movies making their debut this year. You know, one for each year Jesus was alive. If you think that’s a coincidence, time to wake up, sheeple.

Reading this on the heels of two depressing weeks hearing about women’s experiences  in the entertainment industry opening a Pandora’s box of abuse of women in virtually every profession, you might already be drunk. But if you’re not, this is for you: The Boob Tubers Hallmark Christmas Movie Drinking Game. Come on, hate watch with me during this year’s Countdown to Christmas. And whenever any of the below tropes appear in a movie, take a drink. By the way, if that drink isn’t from great grandma’s eggnog recipe, the one that you make every year or it just wouldn’t be Christmas, presented with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top in the shape of the baby Jesus’ manger, then you are failing at life.

The Boob Tubers Hallmark Christmas Movie Drinking Game

Take a drink when…

  • A precocious child is concerned with an adult’s romantic/sex life
  • A child who acts out after his or her parents have recently divorced or family has relocated, with parents whose reaction is to passively worry and plan the best Christmas ever instead of, like, getting him or her some therapy
  • A couple is dining in an absurdly fancy restaurant, as if the script was written by a five year old who doesn’t know what being an adult is, and that fine dining is now casual and microbrewery focused
  • A workaholic lead character, with a comical imbalance of personal and professional priorities
  • There is a vague portrayal of how the business world actually works works, almost as if it is being dumbed down for an audience of stay at home mothers. (Buy! Sell! I want to see those mockups by tomorrow morning! I don’t care if your fiance is taking you to the fanciest restaurant in town!)
  •  A person of color in the best friend/co-worker role
  • A person of color, probably elderly, extolling wisdom in a way that romanticizes (infantilizes?) their entire race
  • Another holiday or faith gets a token mention. Like Hanukkah! Or Kwanzaa!
  • A woman with absolutely no emotional intelligence, as manifested by her inability to realize a man is romantically interested in her
  • An establishing shot of a location, usually a city, clearly from stock footage
  • An engagement, or serious, committed relationship, before sexual consummation
  • The real Santa Claus appearing in the real world
  • The real Santa Claus appearing in the real world BUT he is only visible to one person (probably our female protagonist)
  • An adult or group of adults that are really, like really into Christmas
  • A workplace that takes Christmas and/or it’s holiday party really, like really seriously
  • An adaptation of a classic story (like A Christmas Carol) with writing and acting that would make Dickens roll over in his grave
  • An actress has hair and makeup in an instance where no self respecting woman would have full hair and makeup (Christmas morning, maybe?)
  • Good old country living is framed as the morally superior choice to city living
  • There is a subliminal or direct endorsement of Judeo/Christian values. This can be as simple as the casting of Candace Cameron Bure in the protagonist role
  • There is a painstakingly ritualistic decoration of a Christmas tree, and some sort of proclamation about this year’s tree being the best ever
  • Someone says “I just get carried away with Christmas. I can’t help it!”


“Finding Your Synthetically Augmented Electronic Polymer Nucleotides”

Tonight is the season four premiere of Finding Your Roots. Tune in this season for such non surprises as Larry David and Senator Bernie Sanders being related.


Finding Your Roots is so compelling because everyone’s relatives have been consistently impressive. (Unless you’re Ben Affleck. Then your relatives are racist.) Yes, yes of course they are cherry picking stories to impress (or in Ben’s case, the stories that don’t involve owning human beings), but when you look at the adversity normal people used to face just to exist on a daily basis, everyone was amazing. The grit, gumption and perseverance it took to cross the Atlantic, cook a meal, use outdoor plumbing means literally anyone who survived even a single day up until at least 1900 deserved a freaking medal.

As time marches on, the luxuries of technology and modernity mean people are getting (already are?) less amazing. Which begs the question, what will Finding Your Roots look like in, say, it’s 400th season, when the bean system is the way (all hail the beans). I can picture it now…

The year is 2417. Finding Your Roots has rebooted as Finding Your Synthetically Augmented Electronic Polymer Nucleotides, hosted by Henry Louis Gates, Jr. (During his 2009 beer summit with then President Barack Obama, Gates ingested some Obama DNA when he accidentally grabbed Obama’s beer and drank backwash. It was discovered in 2020’s Battle of MAGA that Obama is actually immortal, a trait he can pass on to others through bodily fluids.)

Gates: Jen-5000, thank you for taking us on this journey with you as we find your synthetically augmented electronic polymer nucleotides.

Jen-5000: That’s a really long title. Are you going to repeat it every time?

Gates: I’m just imagining whoever came up with it did a lot of google searching to get the right terms that felt equal parts real and funny, so trying to give her some props.

Jen-5000: Sure, anyway, what did you find?

Gates: Well, as you know most records of all kind were destroyed in 2020’s Battle of MAGA. So we’re solely relying here on what Former President Zuckerberg’s emergency clouds were able to store.

Jen-5000: Yup, makes sense.

Gates: We honed in quickly on the day to day for your second cousin 13 times removed, Jen. It appears that sometime in 2014 she was at the center of a riveting debate regarding…whether or not one should toast a fresh, New York City bagel.

Jen-5000: The answer is no. While all food has been ingested in pill form since 2026, as predicted accurately by Ryan Murphy, I know only to pick the fresh bagel flavored capsules to honor my ancestors. Anything else I might NOT know about already?

Gates: Hmm, it says here she thought La La Land was REALLY, really overrated….cat, cat picture, another cat picture…

Jen-5000: ANYTHING else?

Gates: And there is the time she opted to “share” because she was excited it was pumpkin spiced latte time…

Jen-5000: Okay just stop.

Kevin can stop. Like, now please.

Maude’s abortion. All American Girl featuring TV comedy’s first Asian American family. The Office dismantling the fourth wall with its single camera. For decades, sitcoms have been platforms for barrier breaking storytelling.

The start of the 2017-2018 fall season will be no different. Gone are the days of schlubby, male stars casting out of their league actresses as their wives. And here are the days of schlubby, male stars killing off out of their league actresses as their wives to make room for…different, out of their league actresses.

KevinCanWaitTonight’s Kevin Can Wait season two premiere takes TV’s recent tendency for nostalgia into uncharted and lazy storytelling waters in order to bring back the safe, comedic pairing of Kevin James and Leah Remini of King of Queens fame. Erin Hayes is no more as James’ wife, as “the character will have passed away and we will be moving forward in time catching up at a later date,” according to CBS programming boss Thom Sherman, giving the TV family “some time to cope with the death of their mother and wife.” And making it easier for James and Remini to move on in to bone-town in time for sweeps, no doubt.

Keep those rich roles for women coming, TV land. Erin Hayes, we hardly knew ya, but we can definitely tell you’re better than this.