baby, I know you just wanted to make deserved sport of the shallow parasites who feed off the oily blood of the entertainment-industrial complex, but when you do it by calling a nine year old black girl a cunt, all you did was belly up to the vein with the rest of the parasites.
because the problem with calling a nine year old black girl a cunt in the fictional persona of “the kind of person who would call a nine year old black girl a cunt” is that people are going to miss that you’re speaking in the voice of a fictional persona and they’ll just assume you are the kind of person who would call a nine year old black girl a cunt.
and they’ll have every right to assume this, because those are the words you used.
in the interests of full disclosure: I saw the joke, and I winced but also I laughed, because my privilege, and yours, is such that we can see who the joke was really supposed to hit and ignore any collateral damage.
because a nine year old black girl is an acceptable casualty to white people like you and me.
comedy, like all art, should comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. and regardless of context or intent, there’s always the danger of further afflicting the afflicted and not making a single scratch on the shiny finish of the comfortable.
which is what you did.
and don’t for one minute think that people didn’t get the joke. people got it. everyone knows the point of the joke was to mock the kind of people who will say any damn thing about any damn body just to get exposure. and to make the joke, you said any damn thing about a nine year old black girl.
but for future reference: if you can’t mock sexism and racism in the entertainment-industrial complex, or anywhere else, without using a nine year old black girl to do it, then the joke doesn’t work and you need to leave it on the floor and write a new one.
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