No lyrical tie-in today – it’s a quote instead. You can search for the source if you’re really that bothered (bovvered?). Half day at the office. Ahhh… bliss. Wait a mo? Shouldn’t I be getting glammed up. Isn’t that what crossdressers do? Bummer. Failed again. 🙂
Humour is a strange beast. In some ways, it’s a bit like being cool – or at least I imagine so. Try too hard for it and it is impossible to achieve. Some appear to have it in spades, others never will. It has the power to bring us from the depths of dispair, unite us in joy or, in the case of satire, make us question and challenge what our Dear Leaders tell us.
Comedy can also hurt. You can use it to dehumanise a target into a stereotype. Once someone becomes an object – they don’t have feelings; they’re just cannon fodder for mockery. It can hurt in other ways too. The jump from laughs to agony isn’t far. Remember the end of Blackadder Goes Forth?
Why this fascination with humour? Two things really. One was one of those rather pleasant shared jokes (below) where everyone was in on the gag and the other is “Tranny and TV”. For those of you who don’t go to Becky’s site, it’s a two character panel strip featuring a television and a radio (it may or may not be DAB). Yes, this doesn’t do it justice (still, at least I didn’t say 2 characters a la Little & Large) – it’s a bit like saying a comic is someone who stands up on stage and says things. Go and read it (metatag here). Some of you may notice that Tran has a very limited number of poses…. which is clearly unlike the TG community 😀
What amuses me about T & TV is – other than they’re both complete twits – is that I can relate to what they’re doing. As with (mainstream) comedy, when it rings your bell (Ed: Not like that you dirty bird) it’s funnier because you don’t have to make an imaginative leap to be able to empathise/relate with the performer. You see the insanity of the situation because you – or someone you know – has been there. Course, you don’t have to be TG to see the joke, but it helps. While I don’t like being laughed at, I don’t mind laughing at myself. Why does that work? Honestly, I’m not sure. Control? Recognition? One of life’s little ironies perhaps? I feel that you have to be able to laugh at yourself once in a while. Without trying to sound overly dramatic – sometimes all you can do is laugh. When my mate’s Dad died, she went outside, lit up and completely deadpan said: “I guess Dad will be smoking for the last time tomorrow.”
Of course, the thing with comedy is (Ed: stay focused Lynn. She’s going to go into a Swiss Tony gag if we let her…) is that occasionally the gag will fall flat on it’s face (see below) or worse, you’ll upset someone. Does this mean that you should stay away from anything risky? IMO, no, because comedy, like music, needs teeth. Not those wind up ones from the joke shop, but bite. Real comedy comes from the heart: when it’s personal when the person is passionate about what they believe in.
Of course, I could be wrong. You know where the comments box is.
Shared Jokes and Stereotypes
Hopefully this hasn’t had so much of a build-up that they’ll be some tumbleweed blowing past as it dies on its feet. 🙂 Sh** I feel like no writing about it now. 🙂
At the last meeting, we were having a chit-chat about the usual fluff and nonsense when someone mentioned a reality show on C4. That’s background; the key point to it was that the 13 year old daughter was ‘out of control’ and was ‘overly made-up and prancing around like an 18 year old’. I looked over to Val and we exchanged that look: “That never happens here doesn it?” Cue minor smiles and a short laugh.
For those of you who would like to make wind noises and imagine the tumbleweed going past, you may do so now 🙂
So, am I disrespecting my fellow member’s dress sense and saying that they’re overly made up? Nope, it’s just the stereotype I’m knocking.
I’ve been digging through the Google stats again. Honestly, it’s strangely addictive. Not so much the numbers, but where folk are from and who they might be. Nottingham (I can think who’ll be in there); Ilkeston (Hello ‘S’) and Great Hampden. Hold on, back it up. Who’s that I wonder?
BTW in case I’m scaring anyone off here – no, it doesn’t list your IP details and even if it did, I’d be keeping them under wraps.
Now…. lie on the sofa and read a book or put my stillies on….? Right, book it is.