But that’s not what I’m saying, or objecting to, at all ? I’m merely trying to express why, after the dust of the show settled down and I started to think about it rather than just rawfeel it, I did feel… well “wronged” or “used” are ten shades too dramatic words to use, but something in that ball-park - only very diluted obviously.
I’m not sure how much better I can try and express this. Like, OK : imagine I’m your friend (it’s all right, it’s just pretend, you can go back to thinking I’m an asshole at the end of the post I promise). And unbeknownst to you I’m going through some shit and I really need to get this Real Shit off my chest.
Now there are plenty of valid, socially accepted ways I can unload Real Shit on you, mate. I could be all detached and disengaged and you’d ask me “hey is something wrong ?” and I’d say “I don’t want to talk about it” but really I’m hoping you’re going to insist we talk about it. Or I could just say “Hey, there’s something I need to say to you, can we Talk ?”, with that sort of hesitant, sort of serious, sort of pleading tone - you know the one. And that would be OK too, because we’re friends, and all those verbal and non-verbal cues act as a warning to you that you’re about to receive a dose of the Real Shit, which lets you prepare yourself to deal with it emotionally - or even opt out (in which case I don’t think we ever were really friends :(). That’s half of my part of the social contract ; the other being that I then have to be there for you when you have some Real Shit of your own to unload. That’s how friendships work.
And comedy usually works the same : sometimes amidst the barrage of dick jokes the comedian has some Real Shit to get off their chest, but before getting to the meat of said Real Shit they’ll cue you in to what’s about to happen by changes in rhythms and tones and so on ; and they’ll lighten the emotional burden of what they’re saying by sprinkling jokes throughout the Real Shit. And typically they’ll conclude the Real Shit bit with some feel-good bullshit for your benefit (“It’s chaos, be kind”). And that’s ha-ha-only-serious comedy : the comedian and the audience connecting to process some Real Shit together. And maybe all the audience gets out of it is laughing at jokes, maybe everybody grows even a little bit. Kumbafuckingya.
I’m not saying you have to follow that formula, btw. Christopher Titus’ Norman Rockwell Is Bleeding is pretty much wall-to-wall Real Shit of his, from the word go to the last punchline - but it’s an amazing trainwreck to watch and I dare anyone to not crack up throughout. I’m saying that’s the general shape of the deal with a comedy show, the give-and-take. “I’ll help you with your Real Shit, but I gotta be able to laugh with you”.
But now imagine I’m your friend still, but instead of talking to you about my Real Shit, I invite you to dinner with our friends at my place. And beer is drunk, and fun is had, and Kevin did his DeNiro impression and everything’s going good, and I go “And now there’s ice cream for dessert ! Who’s up for ice cream ?! I’ve got chocolate, vanilla, and ROBERT RAPED ME”. And then I fill the shocked silence with graphic descriptions of Robert beating me, getting increasingly more intense and emotional. Then when I’m done I storm off and slam the door, leaving you, my friends, to deal with and process this shit on your confused, angry, teary, heartbroken own.
Now maybe at this point in the scenario you think that it was some dark truth that just *needed *to come out, or I was drunk and lost my filter, and maybe you’re even more moved by the outburst because you think you just witnessed me, your friend, completely losing my shit and breaking down on live television and you really need to help me. But when you come to talk to me about it later I tell you that nope, it was my little setup, in fact the outburst was the reason I invited you all to dinner in the first place and I deliberately fucked with all your heads and sent you from a safe place straight into emotional Fallujah because Reasons.
Now if I did that, be honest, would you still be friends with me ? Wouldn’t you at least think I’m a bit of a manipulative arse ? That I maybe could have tackled the Real Shit differently, in ways that would have been more fair to you, the friends I’m supposed to care about ? And the $5000 question : would you happily come the next time I invited you guys to dinner ?
That’s the paradigm, to me. It’s not that she “did comedy wrong”. It’s that she fucked with the program in ways that I don’t feel are OK from an ethical standpoint. She makes the audience feel at ease, the better to land a big ol’ uppercut right in the feels without warning - and then even outright says something like “you need to feel that bad, because I do”.
And that ain’t cool, man.