I 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.