It’s so rare that I come across a blogger, youtuber, or anyone on the net in general who can make me laugh. It takes a certain kind of scathing humor. So when I came across Mr. Adam Buckley, I couldn’t help but laugh, sift through our common hatred of current “music”, and eventually learn that I’m not the only one who gets livid when others can’t “take a joke”:
Much like Kate Upton and her amazing curves (yes I’m comparing comedy to supermodels), there are just as many different genres for humor as there are for what’s deemed “beautiful”. Not every model has to have the dimensions of a 12 year old boy through the entirety of their 20’s, just as not every person laughs at “Zing!” or “Ba-Dum-Tiss!” styled jokes.
Not that I care about the imminent outpouring of player hating, but if you haven’t already read my previous entries, I like Kate. She’s a hottie. Bla bla bla. See how this is where the joke becomes un-funny because I have to explain that a meme like that is “funny because it’s not true”? (Sidenote – I’d have just used the term “ironic”, but too many of you misuse that word when you mean to say “coincidental” or something even more irrelevant to its actual definition, so I don’t think you’d know what I meant).
Anyway, Marilyn Monroe had pretty much the same type of thing going on: Hips that were wide and wiggly, what some dubbed “stubby” legs, and she was a self proclaimed “chinless wonder”; but with the face of an angel and an I-can’t-keep-eye-contact-rack (except hers was real – I think), the betch is an icon: She was considered pretty much the glamor icon then, now, and probably will until the poles of the Earth reverse, we all die an apocalyptic death, and then subsequent species of humanoids that evolve millions of years from now will still find some memorabilia of hers, and think she was our god.
Oh well… Better her than a Kardashian. That’d be reason enough for a second apocalypse to transpire.
Moving on.
Thus, what began as a comment/message to Mr. Buckley…got too long and turned into blog fodder:
So glad I found your site!
My humor, too, is sardonic and I eventually gave up on how to circumvent hatred directed at my potentially offensive comedy. Well, that is, other than adding in tandem phrases that either acknowledge my intrinsically inimical proclivities or by referencing the joke itself and my refusal to excuse it. For example, a current favorite is: “No worse joke-killer exists than the tri-syllabic phrase: ‘Just Kidding’…”
There is that, or I’ll go for what I call the “frying pan/fire” method – one I’ve used numerous times (but whose name I just generated now for the sole purpose of me mentioning that it exists): Just add something worse as a distraction (usually regarding the reader’s unkempt and spoiled children who couldn’t behave if they were given a lobotomy through the nose with a xanax laced wire hanger) because this kind of audacity is a personal offense.
Now do I mean it? Maybe. But also, maybe not. Why? Because I don’t know who the fckk you are!
Regardless, my dearth of political correctness is soon long forgotten. Now all that matters is my maligning of a random nubile parasite that some fleshy petri dish with bones and an IQ of “potato” evacuated from its body. What a miracle. We’re all impressed and can’t wait for you to litter my newsfeed with a triple digit number of captioned photos of them being traumatized by having a camera in their face until they’re old enough to share your addiction to all things Apple.
I’d rather see the same amount of “selfies” featuring clubrats making the duckface.
Okay, maybe this once, I went too far and will say “just kidding”…
(…about preferring to see the duckface selfies.)
xoxo
<3~A