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"Shoot them," I said. "Just shoot them. Problem solved."

"What do you mean," the President asked.

"Just shoot the clients," I said. "Shoot johns. Denmark or Sweden — one of those Scandinavian countries anyway, I forget which one — has already taken the first step. They've criminalized buying sex, rather than selling it.

"But if you really want to solve the problem, capital punishment is the only way to go. Lesser punishment's just won't do the trick."

My pun elicited no response. The President just looked at her plate, then glanced back at me, eyes wide, eyes fucking turning themselves inside out.

So much so that it took me a while to realize what I had done, and so I started talking across the table, rejoining a second conversation for a while, before I realized the President of my writer's organization was still staring at me.

The proverbial cartoon light-bulb finally switched on above my balding pate. "Hey," I said, and I reached out to touch her shoulder, "I didn't mean it. I was kidding. I'm actually opposed to capital punishment."

The relief face expressed, the relief from the face of a woman I barely know, must have been palpable three tables away. But still, I thought I should make my position absolutely clear; I joined the group to network, after all! "Really, I was joking. I don't believe the solution to the problems associated with prostitution is to shoot all the johns."

"I'm very glad to hear it," she said. "You really shocked me." And we went on to talk of other things.

And I went on to contemplate the importance of context in any kind of colloquial communication, but especially when it comes to humour.

We all know how easy it is to miss irony and sarcasm online, but it can be almost as easy to miss it face-to-face.

And apropos of nothing in particular except as a reward for your patience with my self-indulgence, when you're safely away from the prying eyes of colleagues at work, you owe it to yourselves to have a look that the ladytits below the cut )

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The horror! The horror!
(Anthropology majors of the world unite!)

One Two
XKDC webcomic used under
CreativeCommons licence 2.5.

Back in the 80s, "feminist jokes" were all the rage for a season or two in my circle. Usually, they would focus on feminists' alleged lack of a sense of humour. For example,

Question: "How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb?"

Answer: "That's not funny!"

The joke was and is funny because it did and does illustrate a truth about people (usually, of course, women) for whom Feminism more or less informs every waking moment, but also because it illustrates a more universal truth. Namely, that very few of us can easily laugh at ourselves and what we consider important.

All of which is to note that the reactions to today's XKCD webcomic at its Livejournal feed is in equal measures hilarious and depressing.

Hilarious, because a blatant troll (hover over the cartoon above to see just how blatant!) gets the expected and desired reaction: Dozens of anthropology majors take offence and rise up on their hind legs to type comments saying so. Depressing, because a blatant troll ... well, same thing, really.

The first fish to rise to the bait is someone called Haribo, who says,

"How would they get to TVs without the concept of three? Someone didn't think about this joke for more than a few seconds!

"Also that alt text is pretty dickish. Fuck this comic."

The alt-text, for those who want to savour it, reads as follows: "Cue letters from anthropology majors complaining that this view of numerolinguistic development perpetuates a widespread myth. They get to write letters like that because when you're not getting a real science degree you have a lot of free time. Zing!"

Now, I am not an anthropology major, but I have dabbled and am grateful to people who have spent time studying cultures other than my own. In other words, I like anthropology, though I don't think I'm qualified to weigh in on whether or not it is a "real science".

I am, however, qualified enough to suggest that far too many people in our culture (I speak as a white, male, Canadian, for the record) certainly shares a propensity with others to make all kinds of loud and excited noises any time someone comes around and hurts our particular feelings.

To paraphrase Ani Difranco, some things just aren't worth getting one's panties all twisted up about. And a webcomic taking a deliberate and deliberately cheap shot at a particular field of academics really is one of them.

Originally posted at Edifice Rex Online, which you really out to check out.

January 2022

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