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Efficiency quandries and louis ck

by Andrea Elizabeth

oka first world problems

1. Is it a failure of technology when there are still soap bubbles on the sideview mirror after a carwash, and you use the free vacuum hose to suck them off?

2. Have we made too many work-saving machines when you also resort to a machine to work out?

3. Have we created too much time on our hands if we can research, satirize, or read reports on the origin of the term, “first world problems“?

The above exerpts Louis C.K. which reminds me of his season ending “controversial” monologue on SNL a couple of weeks ago. Controversial because no one in authority wants to really say if it crossed the line in trying to understand child molesters’ motivation. I’ve been monitoring the feedback and all the major media says is ‘some say it did and some say it didn’t’. I ususally don’t make it through the monologues or even any of the skits I happen to channel flip onto anymore. They’re all about desensitizing people to shocking sexual behavior. Why didn’t anyone complain earlier in the year when a skit lady said “it sounds like a baby having sex”? Today everything is justified by how good things feel. Except when someone else feels bad, then the way to fix that is to desensitize them and seduce them into feeling good.

But I think there is a discussion to be had in understanding criminals while we’re still calling them that. How do people get to the point of taking pleasure in bad things? It’s probably too late because nowadays we can’t even agree on what is a bad thing. But even for the conservative evangelicals who are sure what badness is, there are some perspective deficiencies (see Josh Duggar discussions).

Being molested as a child, and I bet many molesters were, destroys your innocence and makes you too focused on sex, not only then but throughout your life. Childhood is a time to think about other things instead. It turns sex into the elephant in every room when there are other ways of relating that molested children have no clue about. It can become your relationship language that others can seem to read even if you don’t know you’re speaking it. Since it has formed you, disengaging from it either makes you mute or makes you have to adopt a foreign way of acting that never feels comfortable or genuine. How would you have acted if it had never happened? The answer lies behind a closed door that maybe death will unlock.

The day the comedy died

by Andrea Elizabeth

If the day of the crash that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and The Big Bopper (Jiles Perry Richardson, Jr.) was the day the music died, then the death of Robin Williams is the day comedy died. Maybe it tells more about Don McClean than Buddy Holly, and maybe saying that tells more about me than Robin Williams.

“Except to acknowledge that he first learned about Buddy Holly‘s February 3, 1959 death when he was folding newspapers for his paper route on the morning of February 4, 1959 (the line “February made me shiver/with every paper I’d deliver”), McLean has generally avoided responding to direct questions about the song lyrics, such as saying, “They’re beyond analysis. They’re poetry.”[6] He also stated in an editorial published in 2009 on the 50th anniversary of the crash that writing the first verse of the song exorcised his long-running grief over Holly’s death and that he considers the song to be “a big song (…) that summed up the world known as America.”[7] McLean dedicated the American Pie album to Holly.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Pie_(song)

If that’s the criteria, then Robin Williams’ death couldn’t have been the day the comedy died because I don’t remember what I was doing when I heard the news, and my grief over it hasn’t been that long-running. My uncomfortable affection for him has been, however. So maybe Mork’s hatching from the egg was the day comedy was born. But wouldn’t my earlier memory of Groucho Marx glasses and wax big lips be that day? And what about the Elephant’s Child schlooping up a schloop of mud so that it ran trickly all behind his ears? Or when the hippie said to the Ghost with the Bloody Fingers, “Cool it, man, go get some bandaids.” Or when the guy said to the other guy after not hearing him repeatedly say, “Did you know you have a banana in your ear?”, “I can’t hear you, I have a banana in my ear.”

No, those weren’t the days. It was Mork’s power to resurrect people after the 60’s wore off and we were stuck in the 70’s disillusioned love of tear-jerkers. But didn’t Star Wars do that? No. Star Wars wasn’t funny. Well, Han Solo was, but in the same way Indiana Jones was when he shot the ninja samurai guy. It was because he was sick and tired, like Dirty Harry was. Robin Williams wasn’t.

Until he was. 

That’s the day the comedy died.

telling time

by Andrea Elizabeth

In the course of time, there comes a time when time will tell. It will inaudibly speak words one can neither forget nor understand. One has to learn to listen now, because if one doesn’t it will soon be too late.

Four feeble attempts at levity

by Andrea Elizabeth

This post has been moved to Thoughts and Things.