haters getting mad about the existence of Hater Day because they don’t understand satire is the greatest Hater Day gift of all
like grrr I’m so mad people be paintin’ they nails and makin’ pancakes shaped like letters lmao, fuck fanart and arts and crafts amirite fellow trashbags? WE ALL FEEL GENUINELY OPPRESSED AND WE ARE AMASSING AN ARMY, THAT IS TOTALLY WHAT THIS IS ABOUT, IT IS SERIOUS BUSINESS AND THIS IS WAR
I said the patron saint of the holiday was a shoggoth and our spirit animal is a cow with a wig on it, like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯~ people be on the internet all mad, always, but especially if you joke about being accused of being in a cult~ may they stay pressed forever indeed
haters be frownin’ at Tumblr like “I don’t approve of these shenanigans”
Okay now, honeylamb, come over here and let mama learn you a thing about humor. Jokes are complicated, babydoll; in an essay called “Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious,” Mr. Sigmund Freud, a very famous psychology guy, said that jokes let us say things that we usually can’t say because they’re not allowed: “dangerous feelings of hostility, aggression, cynicism or sexuality are expressed, bypassing the internal and external censors, and thus enjoyed” (x). There are things we want to say or feelings we have that would be impolite or offensive or scary to say out loud, and jokes let us say them without really saying them. That way we get the pleasure of expressing the wrong feeling without having to take responsibility for it. So you see, sweetie, every joke has two sides.
Such as the joke I just made: when I called you baby names, I was just kidding. Now, I’m not: talking to you like that would be making fun of you, it would be patronizing and insulting, and I would never honestly do that. That’s not a joke I would ever make, because no matter how clearly I signalled that I was joking, I couldn’t prevent some people from taking it seriously—because the joke wouldn’t be funny if there wasn’t some truth to it. And you know, my first inclination was to use “honeychile” in my joke , but I quickly decided not to, because that a stereotypically African-American turn of speech, and using an oppressed group for my humor would just be too offensive to laugh off. I may, in my heart of hearts, have been only joking, but it’s not what I want the joke to mean, it’s what the joke actually does to people that matters.
TL;DR: sometimes, despite our
worst best intentions, jokes tell the truth.