I completely understand that nothing is for everyone.
That said, the curation of humor, the granular dissection of ideas in the name of sensitivity by a culture that consistently mistakes gravity for enormity, misidentifies chastity as virtue, overvalues intention over execution, and rewards feelings in conflict with facts, makes it difficult for those of us who grew up with a commitment to the occasionally brutal idea of “Never too soon” to take pleasure in our own delights.
You are more than welcome to your own weak tea, in all likelihood to indicate approval via clapter.
Leave me to the brew of my choice.
In a culture grown prissily humorless, glaringly hostile to wit, dismissive of surprise, April first is the perfect holiday for those who have colluded in the engineering of the devaluing of actual uncontrolled laughter in the service of that curation.
April fool’s day bullshit isn’t witty. It’s barely facetious, for fuck’s sake.
In our modern society, bullying is loudly and publicly despised from every quarter.
Yet bullying remains an invaluable tool in a despairing number of social and cultural interactions, all too frequently weaponized by fecklessly self-identified victims of every stripe.
And to my mind, pranking is simply bullying for the passive aggressive to enjoy.