For a while now, I have attributed lots of things (inability to watch late-seasons Due South, antipathy toward most sitcoms) to having a "farce squick".
After seeing Star Trek for the third time with
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It doesn't help either that I'm a contrarian, and so anything that people tell me is HILARIOUS AND I MUST WATCH OMG, I become implacably resolved not to enjoy. Or watch. Ever, on pain of death.
It's honestly a wonder I ever get pimped into anything at all, and yet I do, all the damn time...
YES. I've got an embarrassment squick too, and and absurdity squick . . . And on top of that (undoubtedly related to it) I am always correcting people's jokes, because it's only funny to me if it's accurate. Inaccurate humor isn't funny, it's just wrong.
Second hand embarrassment is horrible. It's why I cannot watch most reality TV shows, and have a hard time watching shows like The Office at times. It's excruciatingly painful and uncomfortable and there's many times that I have to cover my face and hum, or just leave the room completely because I can't take the torture.
I distinctly remember, when I was a kid, folding up smaller and smaller on the couch when watching TV, and finally giving up and bolting from the room and covering my ears, because I just could not handle whatever allegedly-humorous thing was happening on tv. It was actually pretty much exactly the same reaction I had to watching people be held down and physically harmed. Gah.
I wonder if the embarrassment squick is genetic, or environmental, because I have it in the worst way, myself. (I had to stop watching "A Fish Called Wanda" at the John Cleese stripping scene.)
On the other hand, and speaking of John Cleese, I do love at least his brand of generally absurd humor. "How Not To Be Seen" for instance, had me laughing for days after I first saw it, whenever I thought of it. And I remember disrupting some kind of summer class I took in junior high at the community college because, just before, I'd read the bit in Restaurant at the End of the Universe where Arthur tells everyone that Marvin has called to was his head at them, such were my nearly uncontrollable hysterics.
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Ahem. Well. You enjoy, then, and I will sit over here and make all my Big Lebowski references strictly second-hand. :)
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*snif*
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*sob*
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Okay, fine, point taken.
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It's honestly a wonder I ever get pimped into anything at all, and yet I do, all the damn time...
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On the other hand, and speaking of John Cleese, I do love at least his brand of generally absurd humor. "How Not To Be Seen" for instance, had me laughing for days after I first saw it, whenever I thought of it. And I remember disrupting some kind of summer class I took in junior high at the community college because, just before, I'd read the bit in Restaurant at the End of the Universe where Arthur tells everyone that Marvin has called to was his head at them, such were my nearly uncontrollable hysterics.
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