I can see it now; the setting is a McMansion in the suburbs; the nine-year-old son is sitting quietly in the living room by the fire doing his astrophysics homework; the preteen daughter is chatting on the ipad to her preteen friends about how hot Beber is; the mom flies in wearing her superhero outfit just coming home from an intense 3 hour work-out. Then enters the white male. He is an overweight, blue-collar worker with a five-o’clock shadow. He wears his underwear on his head, his tie is tucked into his pants and poking out of his open zipper and he has toilet paper stuck to his shoe. He trips as he comes in the door falling on his face. His family all just laugh and shake their heads as he struggles to get up; after all he’s an incompetent, stupid white male, what should we expect? He exerts all of his effort to get to his feet but then the size of his gut snaps the belt on his pants and they fall to his ankles tripping him again causing him to slam into the kitchen table that mom had just set with the dinner feast she had been preparing. She sighs and pulls a Digiorno pizza out of the freezer saying “It is times like this that I am glad Digiorno can make up for my idiot, white male of a husband.” Then she heats it up with her superwoman laser eyes and they all sit down to eat making sure dad’s bib is fastened tight so that he can’t get it off this time.