Our group here doesn't hold much sacred.
Listening to the podcast, it's rare that Mike and Scott don't call each other a "dick" or an "asshole" at least 37 times a night. (I exaggerate, but only because I'm too lazy to go back and count.)
Behind the bar, I hear - and tell - a variety of jokes. I've always wondered what the lines are, because for everyone they are different. We all bring different experiences to any given situation, so it stands to reason different things are important, or sacred to us.
I decided a long time ago the only way to be fair in the effort to make someone laugh was to hold everything sacred - or nothing.
I went with nothing.
This occasionally gets me into trouble - and this reaction:
Nonetheless, I love collecting jokes and stories. It's part of what makes drinking beer fun. Imagine if all we could talk about while we drank were sports and politics? We'd all drink at home, in our garages or basements, under blankets, disillusioned, bitter, and alone. Might as well quarterback the Browns at that point.
This actually brings me to one of my favorite jokes at the moment, whenever people at the bar are talking about football: I grew up a Browns fan, so now I just hate football.
But even that's delicate, because someone will inevitably go off about kneeling during the anthem (could not care less what players are doing during the anthem), the pussification of the sport (because punch-drunk former athletes who suffer from TBI are just fucking hilarious!), or something else that really doesn't impact the product on the field, and I'm left asking myself if the mild chuckle that went with my joke was even worth the effort.
(The answer, of course, is yes. I'm very, very needy.)
But the topic got me thinking of what the boundaries are these days, because all but the most hardheaded among us recognize that some things aren't funny anymore, and maybe never were. Other things are still accepted, and I wonder if in 10 or 20 years we'll collectively decide that's wrong, too, and if we will even chuckle at something without prompting from canned laughter. Like the fake lisp that maketh all the thingth hilariouth!
That's not offensive, it's funny the way beer commercials are funny. I know they are funny because the person doing the impersonation laughs. I mean, I didn't, and no one else did, but they did, so it's funny, right?
There, I know I just triggered someone, for which I can only say, Meh.
Behind a bar, Irish jokes seem to be accepted. Jokes about marriage, or exes, those typically get a chuckle. Given the abundance of middle-aged, working class men who frequent bars, there are a metric fuckton of "dad" jokes, too. A few of 'em are even from the patrons.
So, what does the group think? What's too much, and what's not offensive enough? I'm legitimately curious, for both personal and professional reasons.
In the meantime, Merry Christmas to ya filthy animals!