I don’t know why he was so repetitive about it but I felt provoked because I, for one, DON'T find them funny and never have. As the woman explains, 'So Tosh then starts making some very generalizing, declarative statements about rape jokes always being funny, how can a rape joke not be funny, rape is hilarious, etc. She didn't go to see Tosh, didn't even recognize him. But let's back up the story a bit here, to the first crass, dopey move of that fateful evening.Īs the Cookies for Breakfast blog chronicled, a friend of the blogger decided to hit a local comedy club last Friday evening. I say this as a vagina-possessing individual appalled at how Daniel Tosh conducted himself toward that patron at the Laugh Factory. I say this as someone who just a few weeks ago cited Daniel Tosh as a compelling refutation of Adam Carolla's assertion that women are inherently less funny than men. I say this knowing that asking audiences to stop heckling comics is like asking commenters on YouTube to learn how to spell.
I don't care what the guy or gal onstage just said. So let me issue a reminder, to anyone who may ever find him- or herself one dark night working through the two-drink minimum in a comedy club.
For all the arguing and outrage and thrashing about this week over Daniel Tosh's incredibly boneheaded, nasty recent crack about rape, one important point seems to keep getting lost in the shuffle.
