The Crazy Years – or what should I laugh at

mysenseofhumorI saw this Venn diagram yesterday on facebook. It describes my sense of humor perfectly. When the first insensitive remark was called politically incorrect, (My memory could be hazy, but I remember a guy in college calling a girl a cow) it has become politically incorrect to have a sense of humor.–unless you are an approved comic.
David Pascoe on accordingtohoyt talks about this very phenomenon. It is particularly painful for him being a white male. In our society now, that makes him an insensitive racist pig just because of his color and gender. I find that crazy– and the craziness gets worse.

I have a degree in English Literature. My professor was a feminist, but she was willing to read my viewpoints as a person with conservative/libertarian views. Nowadays certain views and papers can get you thrown out of college– a place where ideas should flourish and thrive has turned into a place where people are in lockstep with “current” views.

No wonder dystopia stories are the largest amount of sci-fi being written today.

I have recently been reading Life at the Bottom by Theodore Dalrymple, a British psychiatrist who treats the poor in a slum hospital and a prison in England. It is very eye-opening because we are seeing the same things happening here in the US in our underclasses (or minorities).

There is very little to laugh about what is happening to the people who have latched onto victimhood and politically correct speech.

I remember the days when being a survivor was considered greater than being a victim. I still see the words “Laughter is the best medicine.” I think the qualifier is today– only if it is approved laughter.

So I laugh because I remember being free-er just twenty years ago. I laugh because some of the victims aren’t really victims at all. I laugh instead of crying because laughter is medicine. And yes, I am going to hell.

8 thoughts on “The Crazy Years – or what should I laugh at

  1. The thing about comedy is it generally makes fun at somebody’s expense. So, it’s harder even on professional comedians. They’re used to pushing the boundaries, and they have to figure out how to rein it in nowadays.

    • There’s the problem– I am a blonde and during my time in the Navy, I heard every blonde joke ever written. Yes, I learned to laugh at blonde jokes because if I didn’t I would get worse. So instead of being a victim, I learned to laugh at myself. Seriously? I dislike being the butt of the joke, but I won’t cry victim. Why would I? If I change the joke to redhead or something else, the jokes are funny.

  2. Hi, Cyn! It’s really bizarre being me some (most?) days. You’re right, of course. What do we laugh at, and do we care how inappropriate it is? For me, really, it depends on the day. It also depends on the company (and yes, the hypocrisy inherent in that behavior bothers me). I know when I’m among military folk, certain topics are fair game. Usually death. Among other groups of which I am a part (notably fandom) violent death and suicide are typically not topics for joking. I don’t know if it’s possible to live free from this kind of dualism (I believe it isn’t, but beliefs=/=truth, necessarily) and still maintain anything resembling a sunny disposition. Humorless, I am not, and so I go on.

    • Hey Dave– good to see you here. I spent much of my adult life around military folk and you learn “gallows” humor. I don’t know what it is like in the military now, but when I was in as long as we weren’t saying nasty things about our CO, we could pretty much say what we wanted to say. It was free-er there than when I got out of the military– and that is very strange imho. Yes, what saved me for a long time is that I am an introvert and rarely talk to people. And yet, I write. That is amusing– 😀

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