It’s All Shit
It’s been a while since I’ve watched South Park. My relationship with this show has always been weird, mainly because I love it, and everything Parker and Stone do, but when I see them in interviews, I’d like more than anything to punch them in the teeth (especially Stone, no idea why).
Being a feminist probably has something to do with it: South Park, while more progressive than a lot of shit on American and Israeli TV, is still pretty brutal to women, and very forgiving in a ‘boys will be boys’ sort of way to just about whatever their male characters do. They might comment about it, now and then, or have some fairly feminist episodes, by they’re no Sarah Haskins.
Even these days, when I went to watch most of seasons 14 and 15, there were moments that were too much for me. The porn and rape jokes, and the objectifying of women just usually made me want to close that window and never watch the show again. And then it usually builds up to a pretty lovely and clever climax, and I forgive Stone and Parker, even if I do want to shoot them in the balls.
Now, this probably does make me sound very much like a humorless feminist bitch. While a feminist, who reads feminist blogs, and doesn’t even like Tim Minchin very much on that very basis, I still feel the need to assert the fact I have a sense of humor. To do this in the best way, I’m going to perform the amazing literary trick of using an example from the show I was just complaining about for sexism. Because I am amazing.
The shit-shots in South Park’s You’re Getting Older (I know, a month in internet-land is about six years, but bear with me) are more or less what I see when confronted with TV and music that I don’t consider excellent. I can still listen to it, but the shit will always be in the back of my mind. South Park defines this as being a cynical asshole, which I can’t really disagree with.
When it comes to comedy, the Brits have probably spoiled me beyond repair, especially with programs like Peep Show. When my best friend tried to show me episodes from The Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother, all I remember is that everyone was much too pretty, and not a single dead dog was eaten. It wasn’t even depressing. Clearly, it’s shit, and that was what I saw.
There were other examples of me just not getting it. I’ve stopped seeing any kind of merit in silly puns on T-shirts – another friend’s love – and can’t watch Israeli TV without getting incredibly angry and nauseated.
And the irony in this situation? To get over all of the shit that makes me angry, I’ve been listening nearly non-stop to Parker and Stone’s latest thing (I haven’t forgotten Bobby Lopez, but I think Avenue Q is basically perfect, anyway), The Book of Mormon. It is probably the funniest and most uplifting musical I have ever listened to, and certain songs often make me tear up. When I watch Stone and Parker being interviewed about it, I don’t even want to shank them in the penis.