You don’t count yourself as part of the Curmudgeon Generation, do you? Don’t be too sure.

 

Not long ago, I was making small talk with a man who was perhaps 40 years old. That’s younger than me. Our conversation got around to what people find funny. He brought up the Tom Brady roast. It was hosted by one of his favorite comedians: Kevin Hart. He found Kevin and the whole event to be hilarious.

I saw the roast, and the best word I’d use to describe it is cringeworthy. I watched it in the same way rubberneckers watch a car wreck.

I thought I heard that the younger generations have thinner skin and are easily offended. But maybe that’s only if the so-called “friendly” insults are directed at them. Apparently they were yukking it up for the Brady insult-fest. To me, people were being dissed with what looked like real venom. Yikes!

The attendees laughed at the incendiary jibes directed at them, but I had to wonder what they were really feeling.

It reminded me of a similar show years ago, where William Shatner was roasted. His so-called admirers laid into him like nobody’s business. As with Brady’s, this was not your parents’ Dean Martin roast.

I recall a couple of curmudgeons being appalled at some things that made me laugh. Ah, lighten up! I’d say to Mom and Dad. But am I the curmudgeon now?

I think the ante has been raised on offensive humor. I shudder to think what the next generation will laugh at.

Are you experiencing moderate-to-severe curmudgeon symptoms? Ask your doctor if Kevin Hart is right for you.

 

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