When has it all changed so much, and why did I not get the memo? When has stand up comedy become so vulgar? When did they start to name the THINGS you should not name excessively and so openly?
It all started with Amy Schumer a while back. She was a rising star on the comedy sky and finally, one night – long after the rest of the world had already known her- my husband and I decided to watch one of her stand-up routines.
We dimmed the lights, got comfortable and looked forward to a heavy round of laughter. We listened to her talk about used ladies’ panties, which I found disgusting. An invisible audience laughed and applauded, we were quiet. We listened some more and I waited for my husband to chuckle or laugh -nothing. He too was quiet, neither one of us connected to Amy Schumer or her comedy routine.
“I don’t find her funny, just vulgar,” I said and my husband nodded. We turned her off, because she turned us off. We never watched her again. It’s like a bad dinner in a restaurant. All it takes in one lousy meal and you never go back.
I love the ‘sexy’ in comedy. Talk about marriage, love, dating, lady parts and man parts and all the beautiful interactions human beings encounter, but don’t NAME it all the time. The sexy typos and autocorrects are like the cherry on top of the ice-cream for me. They make me roar with laughter, yet the overuse of the words PUSSY or DICK doesn’t make me laugh. It’s like staring at Jennifer Lopez’s half-naked body in a dress that reveals too much. You don’t enjoy it, you’re just staring, wondering about her taste. Less is more my friend! Less is more!
For me, imagination is the key! Don’t give me too much detail, don’t gross me out! I can think and add two and two together, even if the result might be three -at least I could WORK on it.
Our one-night-stand with Amy Schumer is long history. I am sure she doesn’t need us to be part of her fan group, and we can live happily ever after without her.
Still, sometimes, especially after a hard week, we just want to relax and laugh.
Next on the list. Kevin Hart! We both like him, he is a funny guy and his new stand-up routine during the COVID lockdown sounded like it could be a treat.
Same scenario. We dimmed the lights and invited Kevin Hart into our home. It started good, we laughed. Not the belly laugh I hoped for, but good enough. The story about his daughter’s boyfriends -hilarious. Kevin Hart and the Wal-Mart greeter -priceless. Then he turned it up a notch, and we turned it down.
He didn’t leave a DICK’ ens unturned. He went on and on. DICK’s and BJ’s left and right and we stopped laughing. Life around us got our attention. We paused Kevin for a bit, gave the dogs a treat, got us something to drink and then, finally back in the living room, we didn’t even talk about it, we just put something else on. We never finished watching his show.
Perhaps this kind of comedy is for the younger generations and my husband and I just can’t adjust? Maybe we are too old for today’s stand-up comedy routines? The words OLD-FASHIONED and CONSERVATIVE come to my mind and I flinch inside. Me? Never! Or am I?
I have European roots. I might have been seen on a nude beach. I might have enjoyed sunbathing topless, which is no big deal over there. I don’t easily faint and I am not afraid to talk about every subject that comes to mind. Yes, I dare to call myself open-minded.
Then why can’t I laugh about the new style of comedy routines? Am I turning into my Grandma and if so, what’s next? Will I shake my head about today’s music, and frown when I see piercings and other things my mind cannot comprehend?
Just when I thought we would never laugh about a comedian again, along came Michael McIntyre. We dimmed the lights, enjoyed the show -belly laughs and all. We had a good time!
So it’s not us, it’s them. We have a standard that we refuse to lower. It’s that simple. In the future, some comedians just won’t get invited in our home anymore.
Here is a short introduction, in case you don’t know Michael McIntyre. Not a comedy routine, but a short clip from the Graham Norton show, which happens to be one of my go-to online places on my quest for laughter.