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Jimmy Carr's 'Laughing and Joking': Why Do Some Comedians Get Away With Sexism?

On Sunday evening I managed to watch approximately three minutes of Jimmy Carr's Laughing And Joking on Channel 4.



After what felt like an eternity of sexist one-liners (even 180 seconds is too much), I felt great pleasure in pressing the red button on the remote control and watching the screen turn to black.



While Carr's jokes remained the topic of our conversation for the next hour, I haven't heard a peep from Twitter or media outlets (including my own) questioning his hateful remarks.



Even Channel 4 seem to know he's gone too far. "Jimmy Carr delivers a host of one-liners, stories and jokes, some clever, some rude and a few totally unacceptable," says the listing. But no one appears to care.












Normally this wouldn't surprise me - comedians have been getting away with sexist jokes since the beginning of time - but given that just a fortnight ago the world took great pleasure in taking down Dapper Laughs, the (lack of) response screams double standards.



Don't get me wrong, I'm not defending Dapper Laughs. I'm glad the programme was pulled by ITV and that creator Daniel O'Reilly has killed off the character.



I'm also glad that sexism is finally making the news. Shortly after Dapper Laughs' funeral, controversial pick-up-artist Julien Blanc was refused entry to the UK. That was one small signature for Theresa May, one giant leap for the UK.



But since those two victories, the united front against sexism seems to have disbanded.



When Rosetta scientist Dr Matt Taylor went on TV wearing a shirt covered in women wearing corsets, most people jumped to his defense. He's just a computer geek, he doesn't know what he's doing, they said. While he was clearly not advocating sexual violence, casual sexism - especially in the tech industry - is a huge problem and concerns over his choice of shirt is definitely worth discussion, rather than being shouted down.



And while Carr may have employed sexism more subtly than Dapper Laughs and Blanc, it is still no more excusable. Given his popularity and prime time slot on Sunday night television, I'd argue that his remarks are even more lethal than the other two.



So why do we punish only a handful of men while others get off scott-free?



Is this because Daniel O'Reilly, a self-confessed "geezer from Clapham", is an easier target than Jimmy Carr? Or because cancelling Blanc's visa is easy when Australia has already paved the way by cancelling theirs?



Whatever the reason, sexism - whether it is casual sexism or otherwise - is unacceptable and has to be eradicated. We need to be braver and call it when we see it, encourage discussion when we don't all agree, and ultimately continue to make the world a more hospitable place to be female. http://ift.tt/1ycijzX



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European Comedy Tour Journal, Day Fifteen: Geneva

I am comedian Kai Humphries. Each autumn I tour throughout the UK with my fellow stand-up and flatmate Daniel Sloss. This year we also roll out the tour to Europe for the first time, visiting 18 major cities over 21 dates. To amuse myself whilst we travel between cities (and whilst Daniel snores) I am keeping a journal of our adventures in the style of a scientific journal where my study subject is Daniel and my role as his support act is merely a disguise to cover up my true objective which is to psycho-analyse his behaviour.


Day: Fifteen



Date: 10 November 2014



Destination: Geneva (Switzerland)



Subject: Daniel Sloss



13:00

I have checked out of the hotel but await our scheduled 15:30 transportation, I have arrived in the lobby before my subject, made myself comfortable, connected to the wifi and checked what was happening in the outside world beyond the confines of my insular project. It appears there are many cases of public figures making sexist remarks on various media outlets such as ITV2 and Facebook fan-pages which blur the meaning of what it is to have fans. I am warmed by the public's outraged response to such bigotry, it's a response that comes from an educated place, in the past we have witnessed similar if not worse sentiment in the media which has previously been met with public tolerance however I am comforted that my society has changed the line in the sand for what is acceptable. My comfort is coupled with shame that this ever changing line in the sand will soon cross my own previous lack of education. I have been known to use terms such as "man-up" or "grow some balls" or even "stop being a pussy" as teasing encouragement to coerce my fellow people (male or female) into tasks that might require testosterone to accomplish, I didn't consider however that this was an unnecessarily gender specific call for bravery. Being a male isn't a prerequisite for showing courage yet I've been conditioned to make such statements from a place of ignorance. Rather than looking back with the aforementioned shame I'd like to instead show gratitude to the paragons of feminism for showing the less educated of us the error in our ways, it is now down to us to toe the line. We have to be careful in society to do what is right not just what is perceived to be right, for instance if Alcohol was seen as a drug, which it is, a lot of us have to admit to having a drug problem.



Daniel has just arrived looking rather hungover, nodded in my direction to acknowledge my existence then sat at a separate table.



14:30

I took a minor expedition to the bakery and returned with some provisions, I placed some in front of Daniel, he mumbled a nondescript syllable, I nodded in his direction to acknowledge his attempt at appreciation then sat at a separate table.



15:30

Our friend Ari picked us up and whisked us to the airport, the introduction of Ari into the dynamic injected some life into Daniel who held his own in a conversation about cult rock band, The Beatles, a subject in which he knows very little about but still proceeded to fuel Ari's passion for the topic. I believe if the airport was only slightly further away he'd have been left with no choice but to put his hands up and concede that he was only regurgitating things he'd heard from other enthusiasts and the words coming from his mouth were little more than the sum of their parts. We embraced our host at the terminal who then drove off taking any hope of conversation with him.



17:50

We have boarded the flight to Geneva, for the past two hours we sat silently next to each other in departures completely ignoring each other's presence, fixated on our electronic devices. To the outside world we must look like a same sex couple who have had a major disagreement on holiday and are enduring the journey home in an amicable silence with underlying rancour. Little would they know that we are absorbed in jovial spirited conversation together with non-present comrades via the electronic connectivity of a group messaging application. Without any Internet or company in the cabin of the commercial jet we're currently locked into, I pick up my book and Daniel closes his eyes, I visualise this to be the picture for the next four hours.



23:00

I have just arrived in my Geneva hotel room after nodding a farewell to Daniel as I exited the elevator and it has occurred to me that my subject and I have quite comfortably spent the entire day together traveling the longitude of Europe without uttering a single word of verbal communication, other than words that passed through Ari or cyberspace. Without the presence of a catalyst we no longer feel the requirement to fill the silence, a silence that would feel heavy around someone less familiar is as welcome as the quiet you enjoy in your own solitude when in the company of someone you have had this much exposure to. There is no discontent or animosity, no loneliness or fear of judgement, no expectations at all, just operating alone as though you are both one person.



23:05

I just received a text message from my subject; Breakfast at 11?



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French Bulldog Sings His Heart Out To Josh Groban Because Dogs Need Love Songs, Too

Typical. You wait ages for one 'dog singing along to a song in a car' video - and two come along at once!



Yes, on Monday we brought you the pooch who loves 'Let It Go' from 'Frozen'.



And now, it's the adorable French bulldog who loves 'You Raise Me Up' by Josh Groban. Well, he's only human. Oh, wait...

SEE ALSO: This Dog Can REALLY Sing The Blues

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Cliff Richard and Christmas Jumpers

Every December, I'm known as the Grinch. Scrooge, Victor Meldrew. I hate Christmas. The streets are so busy you can't walk a flea. The couples are magically appearing and kissing under the rotten mistletoe. Everyone who is usually miserable and rude in London is suddenly oh so jolly! They are almost as fake as Jordan's breasts. Oh how I hate Christmas. But that was last year. And the year before that. And pretty much every year since I found out Christmas was all about a baby and Cliff Richard singing dreadful songs.

But THIS year my Grinch heart has finally grown a few sizes bigger than it was. Why? Because IM now one of those cheesy couples. Choosing gifts, wrapping them up, writing a soppy message in the card and grating some extra parmesan cheese into the envelope. I'm even finding myself more in the mood to watch Harry Potter on a Saturday night with a cup of Eggnog instead of going out to get wasted before throwing up my bitter stomach lining.

What's made me look forward to this Christmas even more is that I will be in Sweden. Visiting the rest of the Hefter family WITH my boyfriend. It couldn't get more perfect. I almost feel smug considering I've had to spend a couple of Christmases alone in the past.

The snow is already falling in Sweden, the tree will be cut from the nearby forest and the log fire will be ready and waiting. Board games, warm cider, and a stocking await. Oh I can almost hear Cliff Richard singing in the background.

So there you have it dear jolly friends, I'm cured. I'm all cozy and excited about this year's festivities. ....

There is just ONE. SMALL. PROBLEM.. I will not be buying, taking, borrowing, or wearing a Christmas jumper. To me, a Christmas jumper is that step too far. It's the epitome of the stilton at Christmas. The people in my new job in West London are feeling very festive and my managers have asked me to wear a Christmas jumper into work for a charity. They can sod off. I'd rather wear a cut out bin bag than an itchy lit up ridiculous Christmas jumper. There is a charity event happening where I'm asked to wrap up some gifts for the homeless, give some of my hard earned money away, hey, Ill even donate my eggs! That's fine with me! But I will NOT be wearing a Christmas jumper!!

Someone called out Bar Humbug to me yesterday on my lunch break. Can't a girl sit in peace with her Big Mac? I'm not bothered if people at my work think I'm a Scrooge. They have no idea how much I'm looking forward to pulling a cracker with my old crazy Uncle and give my boyfriend his gifts which are covered in a fabulous wrapping of cats in bow ties. But it is Naomi Hefter you are reading about after all, and I'm always going be a bit of a Grinch at heart. http://ift.tt/eA8V8J



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