Humor appears to require knowledge of a person and their opinions. I have a very dry sense of humor so of course, people are often thinking I mean what I say when actually I mean just the opposite. People either need to know me or they need to have a sense that what I am saying is absurd. If they don’t they don’t get me and they think I’m serious.
I may be around here a lot, but I doubt if very many people get me or my humor. It’s no doubt the same for most people.
Sometime people speak truth in jest, too. So if someone says women are emotional, and says they have the right to say that because they have tits and vagina, that can either be taken as being self-deprecating or it can be taken as being highly presumptuous and righteous. On the internet, it is worse because you can’t see body language or hear tone of voice.
Humor is perilous on the internet. Who knows. I might like @WillWorkForChocolate in person. If what she’s saying is self-referential and wry, I’m sure I would like her. But it doesn’t come across that way on the internet and so I am left thinking she’s an “asshat” like me. Hmm. I might be putting her in too elevated a company, but there it is.
[You tell me—was that humor or an attempt to get away with an insult acting as humor? All depends on who you think I am, doesn’t it?]
These kinds of impressions last a long time. I think they are part of what is so interesting about inter-gender relations. It’s also interesting that when people bonk heads, they can get interested in the person who is driving them crazy. They can also get annoyed as hell and want to ignore that person even if they are sinking into a pit of tar.
But we just don’t really know each other and so I think it can be fun, when you find a button, to push it. You don’t know the person. It’s hard to care about them if they don’t behave in a sensible way, or they aren’t polite or just seem to be touchy as all hell, so if you don’t care that much, you feel free to play picador. Poke them and poke them until they see red and watch them run wild, charging at everything they see. It’s quite a spectacle and people pay big money for that in Madrid and Mexico City.
Whatever.
No one said anyone had to be friends. No one said we had to make nice all the time. If they did, this place would be as bland as a hymnal. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.