If I could tell you who it was, I would.
This weekend while I was driving toward my usual photo hike I was listening to the radio. The morning DJs were in the midst of a routine that I can only assume was meant to be humorous. After only a couple of jokes, I turned the channel so I can’t be 100% sure which station or which DJs were involved, or I’d call them out.
The main host was making comparisons of what was manly and what was gay, affecting an effeminate voice that I can only assume was a caricature of a gay man. The other two – another man and woman – were being the obligatory sycophantic sidekicks and cackling like a couple of adolescents after each pairing. Still didn’t make it funny.
The jokes weren’t vile or obscene, just juvenile and stupid. That they were indulging in tired, lame gay jokes was offensive enough, but that they assumed as a listener I was equally ignorant and bigoted to find the jokes amusing, just went further to piss me off.
They wouldn’t have substituted any other groups to ridicule – men and women, Americans and Asians, Christians and Muslims – because it’s obviously contrite and feeble. That and their phone lines would have burned up with complaints, or death threats.
I don’t like humiliation humor. If I’m watching a TV show and there’s a scene where a laugh is attempted through embarrassment or ridicule, I’ll turn the channel. If I can’t do that, I leave the room – go into the kitchen for a drink, or just to another part of the house until the scene is over.
It’s almost physically painful to watch. That someone has to be made to feel bad, for me to feel good (laugh), is troubling to me. I don’t think it’s funny – never have, never will.
That it’s 2012 and that there are still ignorant people who think making fun of any segment of our society is okay, is both sad and pathetic. Sexist and homophobic humor, ethnic or religious humor, isn’t funny. Neither are jokes about mentally and physically disabled people.
We are smarter than that, we are better than that.