Country music singer Maren Morris is so open-minded, inclusive, and tolerant that she’s considering not attending a major country music awards show because someone she disagrees with will be there.
Here’s the backstory: country star Jason Aldean’s wife, Brittany, posted on Instagram a video of herself getting glam, along with the caption: “I’d really like to thank my parents for not changing my gender when I went through my tomboy phase. I love this girly life.”
Her husband commented: “Lmao!! I’m glad they didn’t too, cause you and I wouldn’t have worked out.”
The post got a ton of support — including a pair of heart-eye emojis from Lara Trump.
Then Morris lashed out online, writing: “It’s so easy to, like, not be a scumbag human? …Zip it, Insurrection Barbie.”
Now, somehow, Morris is making herself the victim in all this. The Tennessean reports that Morris “doesn’t feel comfortable attending [this year’s CMA Awards]… That’s due, at least in part, to a public disagreement with Brittany Aldean — wife of country singer Jason Aldean — regarding children and gender.”
“Honestly, I haven’t decided if I’m gonna go,” Morris told the Los Angeles Times. “I’m very honored that my record is nominated. But I don’t know if I feel [at] home there right now. So many people I love will be in that room, and maybe I’ll make a game-time decision and go. But as of right now, I don’t feel comfortable going.”
Well, WAHH! Talk about a snowflake. Morris can’t be in a giant auditorium with hundreds of other people, including a bunch of her fellow liberals, because the Aldeans don’t think you should irreparably alter a child’s anatomy or psyche based on the emotions of an underdeveloped mind?
The fact that Morris appears to believe gender is fluid and being “girly” is repugnant is rich coming from someone who co-wrote a hit “empowerment anthem” entitled “Girl.”
If she thought about it for one millisecond, Morris, who is constantly posting “thirst-trap” photos of herself in bikinis, slinky dresses, and midriff-baring ensembles, would probably thank her parents for not changing her gender, too. Her career has been buoyed by the fact that she’s cute and feminine. Were she to chop off certain assets or sing in a deep baritone and go by “Greg,” would she have the platform she has now? I doubt it.
Furthermore, what exactly does she think Jason and Brittany Aldean are going to do to her at the CMA Awards? Harm her physically? Lob truth bombs about how “replacing biological sex with gender identity harms children” from a few tables away?
Morris’s behavior represents the very worst of the woke: for one, of course, her views are absurd. For another, she’s a hypocrite. She told the Times she hates “feeling like I need to be the hall monitor of treating people like human beings in country music. It’s exhausting. But there’s a very insidious culture of people feeling very comfortable being transphobic and homophobic and racist, and that they can wrap it in a joke and no one will ever call them out for it.”
But recall that Brittany expressed her opinion in an innocuous way, and it was Morris who immediately resorted to calling her “scumbag human,” then shut down the conversation by commanding her to “zip it.” That’s about as “phobic” as it gets.
Then she made the whole incident about herself, drawing out the attention by whining melodramatically to the media about not “feeling comfortable.” Country music used to be about enduring life’s hardships with good friends, good dogs, good trucks, and good whisky. Now it’s about running away to a “safe space” when someone expresses a virtual viewpoint you don’t like.
News flash, Marren Morris: no one at the CMAs will miss you if you deprive us of your presence. For one thing, you’re like four feet tall; Alan Jackson’s mustache has more gravitas than you. For another, country listeners don’t take kindly to cancel culture. Remember what happened to Morgan Wallen?
A fellow singer-songwriter reportedly told Morris, “It does feel like there are two country musics.” Yes, there are two country musics: one is traditional, gritty, and great, and the other is called pop, where your overly produced albums will be well-received and you won’t feel the need to be a “hall monitor.”
Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, girl.
