Spoiling a perfectly good book with a tired argument
Dirty. This jackass waited eight hours to drop this nugget of poo?
I don’t often find myself flipping off my car stereo, but this was warranted. “Women aren’t funny”- he’d said it dismissively, with no caveat to soften the blow.
- Is this even a thing anymore? Did 1955 just crawl up Adam’s ass and start spouting off about female inferiority? I big dum dum, periods and diapers are the funniest, rawr…
- Throughout the book, Adam’s theme is: I came from a crappy life, where no one cared or worked hard, and I became a person who cared and worked hard. He made his success by not being who other people thought he would be. Interesting he doesn’t seem to see how this applies to other people, particularly to a group one that represents half the population
- I listened to hours of Adam, back in the Loveline radio show days. It’s like finding out a friend secretly thinks you’re a moron
Let me elaborate on the last point a bit more. My brother and I didn’t just turn on Loveline occasionally; it was a staple in command central, our computer room. The weirdo callers added a fascination factor, but it was really Adam’s commentary and his constant embarrassment of straight man Dr. Drew that kept us listening. Plus it was the perfect accompaniment for our gaming activity at the time, which was playing Major Mud.* The radio filled in the entertainment gap, while we had to tediously rest our life back up, or were waiting our turn to play.
*This was a text-based monster slashing fantasy game, played on a local server with a bunch of other dorky teens. My longest session logged: 17 hours. Maybe nothing compared to your average World of Warcraft player these days, but this was text, folks, not graphics.
The first week we tuned in, back in 1995, Adam was taking the reins over from Ricky Rachtman. At first we were a little like, who is this loser, but over time we grew attached. So much so, that even today, the offensive, self-deprecating shtick largely informs our sense humor. My brother even sounds a lot like him when he tells a story.
For example, my brother was telling me about his latest trip to a business conference in Florida: It was 2 a.m. and I was finally finished working. I was down in the hotel lobby and this guy in a Hawaiian shirt asked me if I needed anything. He said he was the hotel porter. I said snacks would be nice and he offered to take me to Walgreens. At this point I asked myself, “rapist?” but got in his car anyways. We were going to Walgreens, so at least there’d be lube.
Spending the drive home listening to Not Taco Bell Material was almost comforting, and kept my ADD at bay for the entire drive. The audiobook is more of a story than pure funny, but has its moments (in particular a classic rant about loud motorcyclists). When he gets to the part about dealing with network execs for a show pilot his bitterness is clear. Somehow, being forced to work with unfunny female writers turned him to this “women aren’t funny” business. He doesn’t even add some fair commentary that the female pool of comedians is smaller, or something of that nature, but just waves away feminine wit as though it is a myth. Yet he waits until the very end of his story to address this, so you’ve invested time into his persona and story. I’m willing to shrug off a criticism if I feel the person is being dickish for a laugh, but being a plain dick is a different story.
Adam lavishes praise on his friend Jimmy Kimmel for being a truly nice guy. Funny that Jimmy made it as a network success, while Adam points the finger at unfunny women for ruining his shot at TV fame.