…the Williamsburg one has it all over the Los Angeles one, although they’re both mildly amusing.
The key to the humor, obviously, is willy-nilly crude labelling…fuck sensitivity…no tippy-toeing. It follows that wokesters (i.e., Jeremy Fassler types) are generally turned off by the implied racism, or at least in their little nickle-and-dime, pearl-clutching minds.
Mort Sahl: “The cruelest jokes are always the funniest.”
Hannah Gadsby, needless to say, disagrees…the best jokes embroider or advance the generic moral-ethical progressive narrative, and they certainly don’t channel what Gadsby regards as Dave Chappelle’s toxicity…either you’re on Hannah’s wavelength or you’re not, and she feels sorry for you if you’re in the latter category.
HE’s favorite Williamsburg neighborhoods: (a) “PROBABLY JEWS”, (b) “assholes,” (c) “ADIOS AMIGOS,” (d) “STUPID HAIRCUTS”, (e) “FRIENDS YOU DON’T TRUST,” (f) “shady” and (g) “Ended up at a party here once.”
HE’s favorite Los Angeles neighborhoods: (a) “MEH”, (b) “BOTOXED COUGARS IN LUXURY CONODS,” (c) “NOUVEAU RICHE DICKS,” (d) “SOMEWHAT LESS SCARY AREA,” and (e) “GANG-O-RAMA.”
For 30 years my West Hollywood pad was smack dab in the middle of “DOUCHEBAGS ON COCAINE” AND “GAYS.”
