He’s always sympathizing with the marginalized, misunderstood, neglected, and oppressed, and castigating himself for not being a less lazy, more inquisitive and enlightened person. (…)
C.K.’s opening routine about a decrepit old woman and her equally decrepit old dog … is really about our fear of engaging with the lonely and the broken…
It’s fascinating to me that college educated liberal beta male fags ALWAYS have to cook up stuff like that to justify their want/need to watch
porn erotica or laugh at a guy swearing on stage.
“‘Burlesque,’ man, look up the word! It’s about irony and satire!! The half naked chick is MAKING FUN OF sex and the 1950s and shit, so it’s cool!!!”
Whereas my friends and I just admit that we do and watch and like stuff because we feel like it.
Palette cleanser, stat: