constant craving for
COMEDY
by
ROBERT J. LEWIS
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Laughter
is the shortest distance between two people.
Jacov Smirnoff
The
duty of comedy is to correct men by amusing them.
Moliere
Laughing
feels good. The opposite of laughing is crying. No one wants to
cry. Everyone wants to laugh. We are a species wired to laugh,
to want to feel good. Keeping ourselves alive feels good (eating,
quenching thirst), sex feels good, succeeding in life feels good.
Feeling
good from laughter releases endorphins, boosts the immune system.
The slave who could laugh in the face of despair, who learned
to live and keep himself wholly in the present indicative survived
-- and procreated. It was his gift. Woe to the man who cannot
partake of the “the laughter of the gods.”
Natural
selection likes the funny guy, and all those he makes laugh. In
moderation, wanting to feel good is a healthy impulse. But we
all know, if only anecdotally, that wanting to feel good has gotten
too many into big trouble. We spend hundreds of millions of dollars
– sometimes at the expense of the necessities of life (food,
rent, our children) -- in pursuit of feeling good. When feeling
good becomes its own terminus, it turns negative, destructive.
With the blessings of nature, feeling good is meant to be the
means to the end of optimal health.
Feeling
good is an outcome that seamlessly integrates material and psychological
well-being: you can’t have one without the other, a fundamental
truth that certain cultures have grasped better than others. All
the having in the world cannot relieve the wholly unnatural and
unhappy state of being alone in the world. Loneliness, stress,
low self-esteem are inimical to well-being. The deeper the unhappiness
deficit, the need to feel good intensifies and disproportionately
preoccupies our time and capital. Las Vegas, whose mega-casinos
offer mother-lodes of thrills and pleasures -- from gambling,
to circus acts, main event boxing, live music and stand-up comedy
-- is where the haves go to confess that something isn’t
quite alright, and are convinced “the unexamined life”
is the cure.
Should
the success or state of the nation be measured by its GDP or the
time and capital spent feeling good? As a percentage of GDP, we
are spending more and more on drugs and alcohol compared to 100
years ago, and that doesn’t include the vast sums that have
been spent on the laughable (losing) war on drugs. We’re
also spending a lot more on comedy, gathering around the comic
instead of the primeval fire. As a nation, we have been very inventive
in creating diversions that cater to our growing need to feel
good. Our collective, no-class-left-behind obsession with feeling
good is the nation’s declaration that not all is as well
as its material wealth would have us believe.
Among
the surest and quickest ways to feel good is through laughter.
Flick on the TV and there are any number of specialty channels
dedicated to keep us laughing 24/7. Old comedy shows from the
1960s and 1970s are in vogue. And for a more intense and communal
experience there are comedy clubs everywhere featuring over the
course of an evening a parade of comedians. The circus that used
to travel from one town to the next has been replaced by the comedy
circuit, as more and more of us are willing to pay a pretty penny
for a laugh.
What
does the increasing demand for and proliferation of comedy tell
us about our basic needs and collective values? Since laughing
feels good and ranks high among the past times we default to in
our fugitive quest for well-being, are there reasonable grounds
to compare the laughing addict, someone who spends a disproportionate
part of his day tuned into comedy, to the druggie who has to free-base
cocaine all day long to get from one day to the next?
Laughter
is a potent drug because it engages both the mind and body. Once
you’ve understood the joke, the body is handsomely rewarded.
From the Encyclopedia Britannica describing laugher:
Fifteen
facial muscles contract and stimulation of the zygomatic major
muscle (the main lifting mechanism of your upper lip) occurs.
Meanwhile, the respiratory system is upset by the epiglottis
half-closing the larynx, so that air intake occurs irregularly,
making you gasp. In extreme circumstances, the tear ducts
are activated, so that while the mouth is opening and closing
and the struggle for oxygen intake continues, the face becomes
moist and often red (or purple). The noises that usually accompany
this bizarre behaviour range from sedate giggles to boisterous
guffaws.
As to
the origins of laughter, ethologists report that some of the higher
apes are capable of laughter (doubtlessly because they couldn’t
foresee what they would become) and the first Homo sapiens were
endowed with the capacity to laugh.
For most
of our history, we were responsible for our own laughter; it was
created spontaneously as it was needed. Scripting and scheduling
laughter is a very recent phenomenon, the first effect of a growing
and unprecedented deficit in psychological and social well-being.
If in the past we needed less laughter in our lives, what has
changed between then and now?
It is
as self-evident as the clown "who was only your fool for
a while" that the conditions of life are such that we are
unable to supply our basic laughter needs, or we are less capable
of producing laugher because we don’t have enough time and/or
the mind has been dulled by an over-reliance on technology doing
the things we used to do. Either way, we now look to and depend
on laughter specialists to supply our needs.
Despite
the spectacular wealth generated by human ingenuity, ‘having’
doesn’t necessarily translate into psychological or spiritual
having, which means the haves still haven’t grasped what
constitutes real as opposed to apparent happiness. We’ve
been sold hook-line-and-sinker on the consumer construct of happiness,
and to such an extent that even comedy is now regarded as another
item on a purchase list (God forbid bucket list). However, our
unhappiness persists, despite the best laid plans of the buy-now
pay-later template and being born into the exponentials of plenty.
Canadian
philosopher Charles Taylor coined the term “the malaise
of modernity,” a condition which I propose is significantly
related to our alienation, our voluntary expulsion from the tribe
or community? We are no longer a united people, but a nation of
exiliacs for whom Facebook has become the living room of choice.
For the first time ever, more than 50% of Canadian adults live
alone. Is there a relationship between living alone and our pre-occupation
with pets (pet-ophilia)
and our quasi addiction to comedy?
“When
two people are laughing it is certain misfortune has befallen
a third,” says the saw. But what if there isn’t a
second and third person? Without the other, the joke’s on
who? It’s on you. Small wonder television comedy dominates
prime time television. And if that’s not enough, most mid-sized
cities now feature a comedy club or two, and many of our largest
cities program lengthy comedy festivals into their rites of summer.
If you’re looking for a restorative, shared communal experience,
there’s no better place than the comedy club to drop anchor.
From
the court jester to the present day comedian, the conditions of
life have been such that there has always been a need for laughter,
but it would take two centuries (from the Industrial Revolution
to the 1960s), and a growing unhappines (laughter) deficit for
an increasingly unhappy population to finally begin to question
the bloated claims of materialism. The counter culture or hippie
movement proposed an alternative set of values. Riding a drug-fuelled
wave of euphoria and idealism, the hippies took their chances
on the trifecta of “turn on, tune in, drop out.” Many
of them, following the sitar drones of George Harrison to their
ghatly source, looked to the East to fulfill their spiritual needs.
But alas, Zen and the Upanishads didn’t pay the rent and
the movement was eventually compromised by human nature -- temporarily
down but never out. We soberly note that Envy, Pride and Avarice
have survived the hundreds of ‘isms’ that have been
devised to disable them.
As the
hippie movement -- a fatuous last stand against the juggernaut
of corporatism – petered out, the demand for comedy dramatically
increased and continues unabated. But it is for more than ‘just
for laughs’ that many of us are dedicating increasingly
larger segments of our day to comedy. Our freedoms, especially
First Amendment freedoms are under siege, in part because the
Tsars of political correctness (PC) enjoy popular support at the
ballot box. Never before have we been so hamstrung by PC. You
can’t open your mouth without offending someone; and if
you argue against victims’ rights you’re either a
racist, homophobe or sexist. The comedy club is the only public
place where PC hasn’t made any inroads. In the club, nothing
is sacred, no joke too offensive or dirty; it is where the people
in their marvelous diversity come to air out their hang-ups and
civilizational discontents with a grin-and-bear-it as wide as
the world, and the only thing hurting are them bellies full of
laughter, and the only angry man is the guy who can’t get
a ticket.
Laughter
(comedy) is healing, it is therapeutic; it allows us to reconnect
with our authentic, essential selves. In its funny way, it fills
a void in our spiritual life that left unfulfilled leaves us vulnerable
to an endless procession of quick fixes and their dubious claims.
And finally, laughter allows us to indulge human nature so we
can more easily recognize it to better understand and manage it.
Suffice
to say the increasing demand for laughter in our lives is no laughing
matter.
If you've
made it to the end of this essay, you deserve a laugh. Arthur
Koestler, from The Act of Creation, explains that all
humour derives from the "bisociation of unlike matrices."