Comedy

There is something about a person standing on a stage TRYING to make me laugh that brings out my inner hater, my most stubborn and stone-faced humorless self. Don't get me wrong-- I enjoy laughing, and wit, and irony and synicism; especially when they are employed to critique current doing of this dumb-ass world. And satire, in most of its forms, I especially enjoy, particurally the mockumentary variety (a la "This is Spinal Tap" and "But I'm a Cheerleader"). Camp usually makes me laugh out loud unabashadly, and even occasionally well-played slap-stick has known to squeeze a chuckle out of this old crumdgen. But stand-up, yuck!... http://www.whitless.com/ is one bit of evidence for my cause here. While Jay is not really doing "stand-up" on his show it is damn well close enough, eh?
I was recently invited by a new friend to go see this comedienne at that gambling mecca in CT (the funny lady's name escapes me this early, as does the casino). And while I was really excited for the invitation to spend an evening with her I had to bow out because I don't like stand-up. (That and casinos usually make me cry). I felt unevolved, and a little like a killjoy, untill I really looked closely at my opinion.
I have now concluded that I heartily agree with Henry Drummond in "Inherit the Wind" when he quipped to Rachel Cates “Lady, when you lose your power to laugh, you lose your power to think straight” (50). However there are certain deliveries that make this lady laugh-- and that's a truth.