So, apparently a couple of days ago CBS This Morning asked Jerry Seinfeld why his web series, “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee,” features so many white men, and Seinfeld replied that race, gender, all of that is irrelevant to him, “Funny is the world that I live in. You’re funny, I’m interested. You’re not funny, I’m not interested.”
For the record, in the only episode I’ve seen, Tina Fey was the guest, so no rampant “white male-ing” was going on there, (whew!) but apparently the race-and-gender-obsessed people of the world — who fixate on these issues incessantly and then call everyone else racists, or misogynists or whatever other “ist” they can shout to get attention — are counting and categorizing every public utterance, and God help you if you’re not counting along.
Someone at Gawker, hearing Seinfeld’s reply, had a case of the pc vapors and rode them as far along the “let-me-find-a-victim-so-I-can-call-you-a-name-and-get-noticed” trail as possible.
“He seems to suggest that any comedian who is not a white male is also not funny.”
The twisting, hissing “seeeeeems to suggest” is almost Soviet in its willfully malevolent attempt to make a charge of incorrect thought.
Seinfeld suggests nothing of the sort.
In fact what he “seems to suggest” is that the issue of race, gender, sexual orientation or creed is utterly uninteresting to him. He just wants to laugh.
One might say Seinfeld judges a person not by the color of his skin, or the character of her chromosomes, but by the content of their comicality.
Makes sense. If you want to laugh, you look for funny. Or perhaps that’s too obvious, too reasonable and too sane, anymore. Perhaps now a comedian doesn’t actually have to be funny, as long as they accommodate a niche, and fill a slot, so appropriate quotas and units have been met and the curiously bureaucratic modern mind can rest easy.
Ah well, we’ve been trending this way, all along. I recall The Mod Squad, that ground-breaking 1960’s tv series about three undercover cops, “one black, one white, one blonde”. Categories covered, units filled, accounts of actual human persons secondary.
Also, sweet, sweet demographics!
Nowadays, I suppose, some people would be screaming about hierarchy — “why doesn’t it say ‘one blonde’, first? Why does there even have to be men? Why isn’t one of them gay? Where is the Asian?”
Somehow, Hispanics always get left out. Hispanics are like the forgotten category, until mid-term elections come up and suddenly there are large-scale Cinco di Mayo parades and La Raza flags everywhere, taunting the Tea Party into screaming, hysterical meltdowns guaranteed to keep voters far away. Post-election, the Hispanics always seem to get shoved aside.