Those who think pro wrestling used to be wholesome family entertainment should go back and watch some old tapes.
Ken Patera used to come to the ring in pants and a jacket. Before his matches, the Grand Wizard would get down on one knee in front of Ken to help him remove his pants and the audience would erupt. The Wiz would then look around in a panic, drawing more jeers.
Explaining homophobic cheap heat to a kid is no easier than explaining the Goldust character, but the fun wouldn't stop there. Why do all Japanese guys throw salt? How come black wrestlers don't get hurt when you ram their head into the turnbuckles? Do black people have thicker skulls?
There have always been plenty of ugly things floating right on the surface of pro wrestling, not to mention all the ugliness under the surface with roids, drug abuse, and exploitation.
Pro wrestling was never wholesome family entertainment.
"Oh my goodness!" - Vince McMahon as the Wiz got down in front of Ken Patera
When Foley first turned back to Cactus Jack for his final run with HHH, I have to admit I was at first very skeptical. At first. Now I look back at that run and that angle as the last good storyline the WWE has done in a very, very long time.