we start to live the day we learn to laugh at ourselves.

maybe its just me transforming into a hell of a vile cynic, but people just don’t get rhetorics anymore these days. for some reason certainly unknown to me, good humour is lost and buried in the system.

Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn’t block traffic.
– Dan Rather

these days, all that is left are cheap shots, dirty jokes and lame puns. it surprises me really, that people seem obnoxiously content with just that. in fact, it appears ythat people relish in these things, so much so that i’m pretty sure that to a damn lot of people out there, humour that makes one think, is something notoriously unheard of. to them, jokes should be unthinkably funny, with emphasis on the unthinkable part. infringe a little into satire or anything remotely intellectual for that matter and you’re threading on dangerous grounds. it either ceases to be funny, or your’re just frowned as insensitive.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
– Bill Vaughan

what i’m saying is, lighten up. let it pass. forget about it if you hate it. think about it if it makes even the slightest sense to you.

i was talking to a friend the other day about the kind of boundaries of the things we have the right to make fun of, without being deemed sexist or racist or any other -ises. since i’m a woman, it would be perfectly fine for me to make fun of my own gender. since i’m sorta malay and kinda chinese, i can safely make fun of those races. i’m malaysian and that makes this blessed land free range for me.

so theoretically, if i were to make fun about malaysian women, that would be fine. but imagine if a guy says something like that? what about if i make such jokes and he laughs? well, assuming i am a hundred pounds overweight. would that allow me to make jokes about fat people? and if i lost all that weight, i then disqualify myself from making such jokes?

You know the hardest thing about having cerebral palsy and being a woman
It’s plucking your eyebrows. That’s how I originally got pierced ears.
– Geri Jewell

the whole shebang is ridiculous. i can laugh at myself. i can make fun of myself, but others can’t? don’t even get me started on political correctness or politics per say.

i have said this before. and i say it again. it is the intention behind the joke that really counts. i am so sick of jokes that turn out meaningless at the end of it all. jokes laced with malice is bad. but jokes that allows us to reflect on ourselves and our situation should be welcomes and encouraged. jokes that makes us realise the realities of our time and exposes the humour in the situation is a good thing.

look at me. i’m this racially mixed up girl. i have a friend who calls me bi-racial, but even that is inaccurate. if a chinese plus indian, you get a chindian. in that case, since i’m a malay plus chinese, making me mayonese?

i’m cool with these sorta jokes. its makes me think. i see no spiteful intend here at all. i see the humour in the reality of my situation. the reality of malaysia today. you should too.

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