Jules Feiffer
Christ died for our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?
And now, Jules?
I used to think I was poor. Then they told me I wasn’t poor, I was needy. Then they told me it was self-defeating to think of myself as needy, I was deprived. Then they told me underprivileged was overused, I was disadvantaged. I still don’t have a dime, but I have a great vocabulary.
He had a few dimes, I suspect.
She’s always been crazy about me but I don’t know - I never thought she was very much. But I see the way guys look at her on the street so I guess she must have a pretty great figure. And I see how people gather around her at parties so I guess she must have a really great personality. And I see how hard everybody listens when she talks so I guess she must be extremely intelligent. So I guess I’m in love with her. And I guess I’ll marry her. And I’ll guess we’ll be very happy. Sounds like a good deal.
Someone run this by…Maia? 8)
Satire doesn’t stand a chance against reality anymore.
Someone run this by…the Donald?
When I was little, I listened to radio serials, read comic books and went to ‘B’ movies. When I got a little older I listened to big band swing, read slick magazines and went to ‘A’ movies. When I got even older I listened to F-M stereo, read literary quarterlies and went to foreign movies. And then the pop-culture movement began. Now I listen to old radio serials, read comic books and go to revivals of ‘B’ movies. In a society without standards who needs to grow up?
Let’s pin down “the standards” here.
While we still can?
I told the doctor I was overtired, anxiety-ridden, compulsively active, constantly depressed, with recurring fits of paranoia. Turns out I’m normal.
Late-capitalism, let’s call it.
First, let me state to you, Alfred, and to you, Patricia, that of the 200 marriages that I have performed, all but seven have failed. So the odds are not good. We don’t like to admit it, especially at the wedding ceremony, but it’s in the back of all our minds, isn’t it? How long will it last? We all think that, don’t we? We don’t like to bring it out in the open, but we all think that. Well, I say, why not bring it out in the open? Why does one decide to marry? Social pressure? Boredom? Loneliness? Sexual appeasement? Love? I won’t put any of these reasons down. Each in its own way is adequate. Each is all right. Last year, I married a musician who wanted to get married in order to stop masturbating. Please, don’t be startled. I’m not putting him down. That marriage did not work. But the man tried. He is now separated, still masturbating, but he is at peace with himself because he tried society’s way. So, you see, it was not a mistake. It turned out all right. Now, just last month, I married a novelist to a painter. Everyone at the wedding ceremony was under the influence of a hallucinogenic drug. The drug quickened our mental responses, slowed our physical responses, and the whole ceremony took two days to perform. Never have the words had such meaning. Now, that marriage should last. Still, if it does not, well, that’ll be all right. For don’t you see, any step that one takes is useful, is positive, has to be positive because it’s a part of life. Even the negation of the previously taken step is positive. That too is a part of life. And in this light, and only in this light, should marriage be viewed as a small, single step. If it works, fine. If it fails, fine. Look elsewhere for satisfaction. To more marriages, fine. As many as one wants, fine. To homosexuality? Fine. To drug addiction? I will not put it down. Each of these is an answer for somebody.
And the good news [of course] is that none of what we believe about any of this need go much beyond merely believing it itself.