My Thoughts On Trevor Noah: Okay… But You Should Get It Together, Man!


For the past few years, the comedy world has been suddenly very welcoming to women.  Not just for women who work in comedy—for women who enjoy it, too.  To be really honest, until 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, and Bridesmaids hit the mainstream, I didn’t realize just how starved for the female viewpoint I’d been.  It’s been really nice to see myself in characters but it’s also been nice to hear men make jokes about their own vulnerabilities that don’t involve somehow disparaging women (“Look how funny it is to see a man cry like a little bitch!” – comedy throughout the ’90s).

When I go back and watch old episodes of SNL now, I’m often struck by the homophobia and misogyny ingrained in many of the sketches.  It’d be tedious to count how many times calling Hilary Clinton a “bitch” was enough to bring the house down during “Weekend Update” or seeing a man dressed as a woman was the entirety of a punchline.  The humor got so lazy at times, more female roles went to men than to actual women.  I’m not saying the show wasn’t funny overall, I’m just saying much of the population had to let a lot of things slide in order to keep watching.  Including me, an impressionable teenage girl at the time.

This habit women have of letting things slide is not confined to watching TV. “Good women” are expected to let so many things slide in our lives, we might as well start a water park.  For example, having babies is a miracle but if a woman admits it’s also exhausting, she might as well kiss promotions goodbye.  Rap music is fun but slightly unwelcoming every time we’re ordered to bend over.  Men are cool but pretty territorial when we, say, want to voice our opinions at work. Forgetting to be “bubbly” in conversation can make men feel threatened.  Hell, so much as walking down the street without a smile on our face makes some of them so angry they yell at us!

Our water park would actually be pretty lame, now that I think about it.

There was a time not so long ago when minstrel shows were considered comedy.  There used to be a show on prime-time television on which the biggest, most consistent punch line was that a husband wanted to punch his wife across the face (to the moon, 1950s).  We’ve moved past these things.  We’ve moved on as a society and, for the most part, comedy deserves credit for dragging us there kicking and screaming.

So I’m sorry… but it did get. my. goat. that a dude, who in the past 5 years has thought it was funny to tweet about fat chicks—years that have been relatively enlightened for the rest of comedy—is now going to be hosting the one comedy show that has dragged us forward the most aggressively.  I just expect more from The Daily Show.  That show has been very cathartic for me over the years and I need it to remain that way.  I’m not going to hold it against Trevor Noah or anything—I still plan to watch and I’m skilled at letting things slide. But I will say this:  I’m scared.  He’s got me on edge.  When I saw Trevor Noah’s old tweets, the hint that comedy might be leaving women high and dry scared me for a second.  I’m not trolling.  It genuinely worried me.  And I don’t need some comedian mansplaining to me why I should get over it.  Don’t sit there with a straight face and tell me “nothing is off limits,” comedy community!  You KNOW you’re responsible for executing it properly!  Get out of here with that!  I’m allowed to talk shit about these lame tweets on Gchat all I want and it doesn’t make me a prude.

I’m not sorry that the idea of an enlightened half hour of comedy each day means something to me and that I, for a second, felt afraid The Daily Show was about to be left in the hands of another exhausting, misogynist comedian.  Trevor Noah doesn’t have to apologize or explain himself—that’d probably make it worse.  I think maybe he should just dig a little deeper for the Feminist inside him… and let her clean up his Twitter feed because, damn, Trevor, you’re in the big leagues now!  Get it together!

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The Problem Is Not Kanye

Beck watches Kanye West after Beck won album of the year for "Morning Phase," at the 57th annual Grammy Awards in Los Angeles

The real problem with Kanye’s Grammy stunt was not that it was disrespectful to musicians everywhere—especially Beck—the problem was that it made me feel hella old!  Is “hella” still cool to say?  I don’t know anymore!  I wasn’t cool enough to pull off saying “hella” when I was actually young. How did this happen? When did I officially lose that small crumb of street cred I earned in 1998 when I started reading Spin Magaine?

It’s not that this is the first time I’ve outgrown something.  I do it all the time.  And, usually, feeling too old does not bug me.  I did not care when I grew out of Barbie because her waxy body was starting to creep me out, anyways.  I was fine when I grew out of vodka screwdrivers, too, because those were starting to give me 2-day headaches.  These days, I do not even flinch when I see a blog headline about how old the Full House twins are now—”Whatever,” I think, “it’s been 20 years—deal with it!”  But to grow out of touch with the music industry?  I’ve always joked about it but I never thought it would actually happen.  I never thought I’d see the day when a musician I respect (Kanye, if you’d believe it) would call Beck’s artistic abilities into question.  It’s Beck!  Don’t we all remember how many stuffy, music industry rules Odelay seemed to break?  Don’t we remember when he turned emo with us for “Lost Cause” and then brought us right back to life with “Hell Yes?”

Kim Kardashian’s Instagram post reacting to Beck’s win sent a shiver down my spine. “Who’s next?” I wondered, “Radiohead?”

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This is the Beck won that award face?!?!?!

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Kanye’s rejection of Beck seems to have set off a chain reaction in my perception of age.  Two weeks ago, I felt like a spry Millennial.  Now I’m starting to wonder if Generation X will take children of the mid-80s.

So, to whomever is in charge of membership over at Generation X, below is a list of my qualifications.  By that I mean, below is a list of things that have made me feel old over the past week.  I hope I am not shooting myself in the foot by composing my application to your esteemed generation in the form of a list—I know that is a very Millennial thing to do.  It’s just that I’m too lazy to do it any other way.  My attention span is short, you see, and I feel I should not have to explain myself and should instead just be given everything I want.  So here goes:

  • I used Urban Dictionary to look up “on fleek” last night.
  • I’ve purchased two bouquets of freshly cut tulips in the last 10 days.
  • Lady Gaga is engaged and not to a Muppet.  She’s legit engaged like an adult.
  • I overheard someone say that Leonardo DiCaprio is entering his Marlon Brando phase.
  • Jon Stewart announced he is leaving the Daily Show.
  • Brian Williams has now come and gone and I still confuse him with Peter Jennings.
  • I don’t care about the Oscars because, ugh, it’s all the same. Every year the same!
  • I like a good lentil soup.
  • I cannot relate to this Disney Princess phase the internet is going through.
  • Most of the apps on my phone are a mystery to me.  And I feel like all of them are spying on me.
  • I’m super into the smell of lavender lately.  It’s speaking to me, beckoning me into my 30s!

Thank you for your time and consideration, Generation Next (remember that commercial??)  I look forward to hearing from you via Hotmail.

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