I recently switched jobs and will no longer be writing on a daily basis for a news organization. But I like to write, so I am pledging to (maybe) do a better job of updating this blog in an attempt to keep up with putting thoughts and ideas into printed words. It is an exercise I believe to be important and hope to pass on to my offspring.
So here goes:
Recently, Netflix suggested
I watch "Women Aren't Funny," a documentary made by comedian Bonnie
McFarland. Since I do everything machines tell me to do, I watched it.
The goal of the film was murky because McFarland admitted to shying away from doing
much actual research on the topic, but seemed to take blind stabs at
disproving the theory that (see title of doc.)
Why do we continue to validate this notion with soundbites from
hilarious women addressing the topic? Who cares if you can get a string
of screechy interviews with self-loathing male comedians eschewing the
worth of female stand-ups? In the words of the fantastic Amy Poehler and quoted by Tina Fey, "I don't f---ing care if you like it."
Here's a theory of mine: Country pop music is pandering, monotonous
crap. Lots of people agree with me, as noted by the amazing YouTube mash-ups proving my point. Still, that doesn't stop it from being a
billion-dollar industry and somehow I doubt Florida-Georgia Line is
going to take time out of their profitable touring schedule to offer a
soundbites about how I'm wrong and people should stop saying it.
So instead of shaky-shooting your way through a fumbling documentary - in
which you use a confusing amount of footage of your stand up comedian
husband - and demanding female comics be validated, why not just admit that
we don't actually care whether idiots and have idiotic opinions?
The world does not work in absolutes. Many comics aren't funny. Many are. And what equipment is lurking in their underpants offers no clues as to who is who.
Go see funny comedians.