Dermot Mulroney made a bold statement in support of striking writers, showcasing his commitment on a recent episode of “The View.”
During the segment that aired on Friday, Mulroney surprised viewers and the hosts alike by symbolically walking off the set as a gesture of solidarity with the ongoing writers’ strike. He took the opportunity to draw attention to the Writers Guild of America (WGA) strike, emphasizing the importance of fair wages and reasonable working hours for writers in the entertainment industry.The actor’s decision to walk off was explained toward the end of his interview. Politely checking if the show was heading into a commercial break, he thanked the hosts before making his dramatic exit. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Mulroney’s interview covered a range of friendly topics, including his Disney+ series “Secret Invasion,” his extensive career, family life, work ethic, and longevity in Hollywood.
Even though Mulroney’s segment was pre-taped, it aired exactly as it happened, with the unedited moment of him leaving the stage included. In the summer months, “The View” typically airs live four days a week, but Friday shows are pre-taped.Mulroney’s walk-off has sparked conversations about the WGA strike, which has now surpassed 50 days without resolution. Earlier this week, hundreds of Hollywood union members gathered in Los Angeles for a rally to express solidarity with the striking writers.
While the strike has led to the hiatus of many daytime shows, “The View” has managed to remain on air, largely unaffected, as the majority of its staffers are not union members. Although a couple of the show’s writers are currently impacted and not actively working, “The View” relies heavily on unscripted content, evident in the spontaneous banter and occasional hiccups among the hosts.Mulroney’s bold stance amplifies the voices advocating for fair treatment of writers within the industry. The impact of such high-profile expressions of solidarity on the negotiation process between writers and production companies remains to be seen.
Mulroney was originally on “The View” to promote his Disney+ show, Marvel’s “Secret Invasion,” which premiered on Wednesday. The synergy between Disney, Marvel, and ABC, the network airing “The View,” adds another layer to Mulroney’s choice of platform to address the pressing issue of fair treatment for writers.
Privileged Parents Excused Their Child for Kicking My Seat on the Flight, Claiming “He’s Just a Kid!”, Karma Delivered Them a Teachable Moment
On a long flight, a woman’s patience is tested by a child who kicks her seat and parents who ignore the disruption. What begins as a frustrating ordeal soon takes a surprising turn, revealing that karma has a way of delivering unexpected lessons.
As I settled into my aisle seat for a seven-hour flight, I hoped for some much-needed relaxation. With a book in hand, noise-canceling headphones on, and a good playlist ready, I thought I was prepared for the journey ahead. The cabin was packed and the air felt stuffy, but I was willing to endure it for a peaceful trip.
Then it began. A soft thumping at the back of my seat started to grow louder. Initially, I dismissed it, thinking a child was just adjusting in their seat. But the thumping became a steady rhythm, kick, kick, kick, each hit harder than the last.
I turned around and saw a boy, around six or seven, swinging his legs and grinning as if he were having a great time. His sneakers repeatedly slammed into my seat, creating a mini drum concert. His parents, seated nearby, were glued to their phones, completely unaware of the chaos their child was causing. I hoped the boy would tire out soon, or that his parents would notice, but the kicks only intensified.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally decided I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I turned around, offering a polite smile and asked the parents to ask their son to stop kicking my seat. The mother barely acknowledged me, dismissing my request with a “He’s just a kid!” before returning to her phone. I tried again, but the father was too engrossed in a video to care. Sensing his parents’ indifference, the boy kicked even harder, laughing as if he were winning some game at my expense.
I pressed the call button for the flight attendant, hoping she could help. She arrived, friendly and professional, and I explained the situation. She approached the family, asking them kindly to stop the boy from kicking my seat. For a brief moment, there was silence.
But as soon as she walked away, the kicks resumed, even more forceful this time. Frustrated, I stood up and spoke louder, asking them again to control their child. The mother rolled her eyes, and the father muttered something dismissive. The boy laughed and kicked harder. At this point, I was fed up. I called the attendant again, asking if I could switch to another seat. She returned shortly with good news: there was a seat available in first class.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my belongings and followed her to the front of the plane. The first-class section was a welcome relief, spacious, quiet, and free of children. I settled into my new seat, and the tension melted away. I was finally able to relax, enjoying a drink and diving into my book.
As the flight continued smoothly, I overheard the attendants talking about my old seatmates. The boy had found a new target for his kicks, an elderly woman who had taken my place. When she asked him to stop, the mother snapped at her, escalating the situation to a shouting match that caught the attention of the flight crew. I felt a twinge of sympathy for the elderly woman but couldn’t deny the poetic justice unfolding. As we prepared to land, I noticed security vehicles waiting by the gate.
When we disembarked, I saw the family being escorted off the plane by security officers. The boy, who had been so bold earlier, was now crying, clinging to his mother. The parents looked embarrassed, no longer the dismissive people they had been. I left the airport feeling a sense of satisfaction that surprised me. Karma had intervened, allowing me to enjoy my first-class experience and witness a bit of justice served.
As I walked past the family, I couldn’t help but smile at them. It was a small gesture, but it felt like the closure I needed. Sometimes, the universe has a way of balancing things out, and that day, it certainly did. With my book finished and my flight experience greatly improved, I walked away with a story that would surely entertain friends in the future.
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