I’m rather gratified to see a backlash aimed at Seth MacFarlane, as I find his brand of humor odious from the get-go.I’ve been through this nonsense before with Andrew Dice Clay, who was a good deal cruder than MacFarlane–I guess we should be grateful for the refinement.
Here is some of the better writing on why women are getting rather tired of the MacFarlanes of this world.
From Vulture: Why Seth MacFarlane’s Misogyny Matters. The best line:
Jeez, the song was a joke! Can’t you take a joke? Yes, I can take a joke. I can take a bunch! A thousand, 10,000, maybe even more! But after 30 or so years, this stuff doesn’t feel like joking. It’s dehumanizing and humiliating, and as if every single one of those jokes is an ostensibly gentler way of saying, “I don’t think you belong here.” All those little instances add up, grain of sand by grain of sand until I’m stranded in a desert of every “tits or GTFO” joke I’ve ever tried to ignore.
That’s the sum of it. One does get tired of the constant barrage of gendered humor that boils down to booby jokes.
Unlike this writer, I’m not a fan of Family Guy, either. I tried two episodes and gave up on both.
I’m told there were also jokes about Jews and gays. Yeah, those are never not funny.
I guess I have to wonder: seriously, people, this is all we got? The Oscars are a premier entertainment trade union. And the best they can offer up is the boob song?
Yeah, *I’m* the humorless one here.
I’ve always held that the first rule of humor should be that it afflicts the comfortable and comforts the afflicted. Not the other way around.
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couldn’t agree more!
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