Liberals invariably eat their own should they choose to not follow lockstep, and they are doing that with Amy Schumer who is the new “it girl” in comedy, movies, whatever.
Listen, I’m not a Schumer fan from a comedic stand-point. But professionally, she deserves respect, and I certainly don’t think she’s a bigot of any kind. Yet, because liberals always need something to complain about, there is “debate” on the left as to whether or not she should get a pass from the outrage police. Some say that it’s ok that she makes “racist” jokes because she’s a feminist, while some attack the very notion that she is a feminist because there are apparently rules and guidelines to follow. Then you have her “blind spot” on race.
For such a keen observer of social norms and an effective satirist of the ways gender is complicated by them, Schumer has a shockingly large blind spot around race. Her lacklustre stint hosting the MTV Movie awards (a rare misstep) featured lazy jokes about Latina women being “crazy” that left Jennifer Lopez as unimpressed as the online commentariat. While a much-lauded sketch from the show featured an ad for a training centre where old people learn not to be racist, Schumer’s stand-up repeatedly delves into racial territory tactlessly and with no apparent larger point. Her standup special features jokes like “Nothing works 100% of the time, except Mexicans” and much of her character’s dumb slut persona is predicated on the fact that the men she sleeps with are people of colour. “I used to date Latino guys,” she says in an older stand-up routine. “Now I prefer consensual.”
This led to her defending herself on Twitter, and a defense from a guy who calls himself the “Dean of Comedy” on Twitter even though he’s not funny so much as a liberal activist. Still, it’s not enough for liberals.
And there’s generally a common refrain in how these jokes are justified: the individual telling them can’t possibly be capable of racism because she’s dating or has dated men of color. The declaration serves as both inoculation against charges of racism, or so the thinking goes, but also as an assertion of agency, which is perhaps why Handler spent so much real estate in her book “Uganda Be Kidding Me” discussing her black former boyfriend “Tyrone” and how she relished her father’s obvious discomfort when she brought him home.
Isn’t it easier just to laugh?