Telling a joke is like making love. Almost anything’s fair game, as long as it’s done with affection and everyone’s enjoying themselves. It gets better if both parties are willing to push the comfort zones a bit, but only to a point. Past which it gets creepy and weird. Also in that everyone seems to be doing it except me, but that’s not germaine.
I usually don’t like racial and deliberately offensive jokes not because they’re racist or offensive, but because they’re usually not funny. Shock is a crutch, if you make someone uncomfortable, they’ll often laugh out of nervousness. It’s the Dark Side of comedy. Quicker, easier, but it can turn you into douche of Hayden Christensen-esqe proportions.
That said, there are funny jokes in the shock humor areas, but they require some combination of cleverness, timing, observation, and wit. Just like non-shock jokes. I can’t think of a funny racial joke, but I’ll admit I laughed at the chloroform joke. I felt a little bad about it, but not enough to stop me from repeating it.
Joking about something you don’t have some affection for is surprisingly difficult. Notice how all good parodies are done by people who actually like what they’re making fun of? That’s not a coincidence. Joking (well) about something you hate is HARD. There’s a reason why Stewart, Colbert and Maher have shows. Two of them have a rare gift, and Maher sacrificed three virgins to Nyarthothep.
See? That was mediocre at best. Mahar annoys me, so I used a joke structure for an insult, without realizing I hadn’t made the insult clever. Nyarthothep DOESN’T EVEN WORK IN SHOW BUSINESS!
Take the three feminist light bulb jokes above. The first (Not Funny!) is silly and playful. It uses an shopworn stereotype, but isn’t mean about it. A good light joke. The second (Wishing it was the socket) is nastier, but is pretty clever. More effort, but more rewarding. The third, (Blowjob!) pushes, but there’s nothing behind it, that’s all there is. That’s just not funny.
Well, unless say, Gertrude Stein’s husband was saying it, and she was standing right behind him, facepalming. That would be hilarious.
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Though, back when I was younger, I was telling myself two, sometimes three jokes a day . . .