I'm not laughing at Stuff White People Like. And it saddens me, because I am a white person. I skimmed over about 20 posts before I came to #64 Recycling, which finally got me to half-smile. It reminded me of my friend Jim who is a recycler. I've known him since third grade and he's always been concerned about his effect on the planet, carrying a little garbage bag on the handle bars of his bike and composting his own feces in a spice planter out on the back patio.
But I don't get the humor of the site. It's like non-humor. Wait. Give me a sec to see if they have an entry for "books." Nope, don't see one. Maybe they're saving that for their own book.
But lots of people seem to think the site is hilarious. So again, that saddens me. Because I'm hilarious.
All this just brings me back to the purpose of this blog, to entertain myself. And the nine of you who laugh with me.
But if you find Stuff White People Like hilarious, don't try to explain it to me. I still won't get it and then there will be an awkward period where I will have to decide whether your endorsement deserves a lie from me to give it another chance. But I won't lie because I can't. And then the disappointment will pass like a shadow across your smile and a tiny flame of anger will squeeze your heart like a fist. And then we will part, knowing that the impasse is too great.
Is this something you really want to end our friendship over? Doesn't our love deserve more that this? I think so.
Anyway, just because I don't find them funny, it doesn't mean I can't congratulate them on their success. So I do. And I'll keep waiting for my email from Random House.
