INAPPROPRIATE HUMOUR - AN OCCASIONAL SERIES #1

 I'm getting a bit tetchy at the growth of the political correctness movement - now morphed into 'wokeness' and cancel culture. It seems that things that were fun and normal are being  censured now.

I do admit that, in previous generations and times, what was considered funny can now be seen as cruel and racist. We have new and hopefully better values now that won't allow new sexist, racist and bullying literature, films and music to see the light of day - although, there has been no control of the internet and social media where, it seems, anything goes and when the bastard tech billionaires get caught they just say sorry and continue.

The 'Me Too' and 'Black Lives Matter' movements are important and I agree with them as long as we are all sensible about it. Rapists and sexual abusers like Harvey Weinstein, Bill Cosby, Kevin Spacey, Roman Polanski, Jeffrey Epstein, Jimmy Savile and so far too many others have been exposed and some prosecuted. This is right and fair. Do we refuse to watch their past films or listen to their music though?

Dr Seuss, Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl, A.A. Milne and many others have in recent times been  on the ban lists and, in the USA it's getting silly with Where's Waldo, The Giving Tree, Harriet The Spy and a host of other children's books not being republished.

Golliwogs and those creepy 19th and early 20th century figurines and toys toys shouldn't bee reproduced I agree but, what happens if you own one of these curiosities or antiques? Do you have to destroy it?

Which brings me to the inappropriate humour.

I've never been a fan of those corny old sex and sexist jokes that were a part of at least the generation before me. On the American side they were corny and on the British side they were smutty. Most of them are considered to be in bad taste today ......... which is why I think the best need to be preserved.

Here's #1:

Jenny walks into the doctor's office for a checkup, and the doctor needs to check her heartbeat.

"Pull your sweater up real quick, and I'll use the stethoscope.

There we go, thank you. Big breaths, Jenny."

"Yeth, I know, and I'm only thixthteen!"

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