It’s been missing lately.
It didn’t happen when I became a feminist. I know I used to laugh very hard at Sylvia cartoons and Roseanne. Monty Python. SNL. The Daily Show. If I were to stalk anyone, it would be Lewis Black.
It didn’t happen when I got married. Watching my husband triumph over household hazards has been amusing more often than not.
It didn’t happen when I gave birth. I was very crabby for a while there, but the epidural took the edge off.
It didn’t happen when I moved to New Orleans.
Come to Louisiana where cock-fighting is still legal! Can you believe the Louisiana Tourist Board isn’t all over this one. (I think they went with Come to Louisiana--Leave without your kidney.)
It didn’t happen when Katrina hit. We came back, we hauled out 40,000 rotting refrigerators and left them on the sidewalk with commentary on the outside. We paraded in blue tarp plastic. We got a variety of tattoos in interesting places. We learned to say “Road Home” like it’s a bad thing.
It didn’t happen when I went back to work. It’s not often that the library staff gets shushed by patrons for laughing too loudly.
It didn’t happen when I moved to New Orleans. I used to enjoy the antics of our police, City Council, Mayors, Assessors, Congressmen, Governors, state legislators. And anytime I visit the federal prisons, I can see several of them. This year the legislature is saving iguanas from bad owners.
Our out-going mayor is a funny guy—just don’t ask about the Shadow Government. Or missing e-mails. Or IT contracts. Or trips to Hawaii. Garbage. Crime. Streets. Crime cameras. Statuary. Trumpet players. Credit Cards. Cuba. China. Australia. Bloggers. Maybe you can just ask him about his award . . . oh, maybe not.
I just wish I had my old sense of humor back.
By the way, confusing the Tea Party and Teabagging?
It’s only funny the first time.
a little Sylvia by Nicole Hollander
Maybe stalking Lewis Black would be a Bad Idea.