A Letter To Erin

Hello. So this week just gone, US comedian Daniel Tosh was embroiled in controversy over some happenings at a gig at the Laugh Factory in LA. Here’s a (basic) news story about it and here’s the initial blog post from the audience member in question.

On Friday, I tweeted a link to that initial blog post, writing that I thought it gave a horrifying insight into the offense-taking mindset”.

I then engaged in a series of back-and-forth tweets with a range of different people – some of them my friends, some of them stranger twitter friendsies – about the importance of context in which the jokes in question were made, the nature of joking about dark subjects, etc (all still up on my twitter feed if you’re interested).

By the end of the day, twitter user @erinvk sent me a link to this letter she’d written to me on her blog.

I was humbled and enlightened and have written the below response. I hope this will also serve to clarify my position and thoughts on this whole whacky fiasco for everyone else that expressed concern at my comments, too.

 

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Dear Erin,

Firstly, I want to sincerely thank you for writing me this incredibly personal, brave and enlightening letter. I appreciate you taking the time to do so; I’m sure it could not have been easy.

Thank you, also, for listening to my radio show and saying nice things about my comedy. I’m honoured to have you onboard the Ballard Express and I hope that you won’t be leaping off at the next station because of the events of the past couple of days. Just like you, I really want to make my thoughts and feelings clear here, because it’s extremely important to me that you and others don’t think of me as callous or heartless or ignorant or a bad person, because I don’t believe I am any of those things.

(Except, perhaps, the ignorant bit, a little, as I must say I’ve received a damn good education over the past couple of days)

Erin – I abhor rape. I condemn it wholeheartedly. It saddens me that we live in a world where it is a reality. Any form of sexual assault is never the victim’s fault; I’ll take to task anyone who says it is. In 2009 I was involved in the No Means No Show (the brainchild of exceedingly brilliant Melbourne comic Nelly Thomas); a comedy theatre show aimed at high school-age boys, exploring issues surrounding sex and consent. I learnt a lot during that process and was proud to be using my comedy to educate and engage young men, encouraging them to think about how they relate to the opposite sex and their responsibilities as sexually active adults.

I do not think rape is funny. I understand that rape is underreported, women are victims of rape far more frequently than men and our legal system and society at large has a history of insidious victim-blaming. I acknowledge rape culture. I would not sincerely wish rape upon anyone. I love the women in my life – my mother, my cousins, some of my best friends – and I have feared for their safety from time to time, knowing what we know about sexual assault in today’s world.

The actual, serious reality of rape is certainly no joke.

I regret posting my initial tweet on this topic. Its wording implied that I thought the blogger in question had no right to be offended and that she was being silly and was overreacting to Tosh’s onstage comments.

I do not believe that and I sincerely apologize for insinuating that with my lazy writing.

Of course that audience member had a right to be offended by Tosh’s material. Anyone has a right to be offended by anything. That’s important.

The interesting area of conversation for me, as a comedian who has performed jokes involving the words “rape”, “AIDS”, “ANZACs”, “faggot”, “cunt”, “cancer”, “nigger”, “cot death” and many more besides, is the legitimacy of the actions of the offendee and the legitimacy of those who were not at the comedy gig at the time, in the room, unable to appreciate the full context of the show, to pass judgment on exactly what happened.

Now I wish to be clear here: I am not necessarily defending Daniel Tosh’s material, or what he said, or the way he said it, or how he has since reacted to the controversy. I am not saying that a joke involving the word or idea of rape can never be not funny. I am not saying that an audience member is wrong in walking out on a comedy show if they are offended (or, to be honest, simply bored or disappointed or tired).

I guess I just wanted to suggest that, based on my knowledge and experience of performing stand up comedy, occasionally doing dark material and pushing an audience’s buttons and regularly having to deal with hecklers and distractions in a comedy room, I believe the situation could be more complicated, more nuanced, than was being suggested by many commentators.

I certainly know that if you read a straight, black-and-white transcript of some of my dealings with hecklers over the years, you would probably not think I am a very good person. The other week, during an exchange with a drunken chatty father at a gig, I told him that I wished his entire family were killed in a horrific accident in which a forklift ploughed through their home, skewering the entire clan mercilessly.

On paper? I’m a monster.

In the context of the gig? I guarantee you, everyone in the room was laughing, because of the way I said it and the timing and what had gone before and what the man had said and the nature and spirit of the night. Furthermore, I think no reasonable person could legitimately believe that those comments were at all reflective of my actual thoughts on the horrific crime that is cold-blooded murder, or on actual cases of families being killed in such an abhorrent fashion.

The context of a stand-up comedy gig is a very very very complex and unique thing. To be honest, I am often quite surprised that it exists and people respect it. I’m not saying it doesn’t have its limits, but the understanding between a comic and an audience about what jokes are and what they are for is the foundation of almost every routine ever.

One of my favourite comedians in the world is Patton Oswalt, and I think he has some wise words to say about the issue here (in the second video). Another comedian, Doug Stanhope, an infamously stubborn defender of free speech in all circumstances and a comic who certainly gets stuck into any and all subjects, commented (a tad more bluntly) thusly:

 

 

(Certainly don’t agree with everything here)

Something that’s been bugging me about reading this larger conversation is the term “rape joke”. I find it unhelpful, because I actually have difficulty defining what a “rape joke” is. I find a statement like “rape jokes are never funny” almost impossible to argue with and when I read something like “Tom Ballard defends rape jokes”, I find it unnecessarily inflammatory and misrepresentative. What is a “rape joke”? Is it a joke that merely involves the word “rape”? Or where the notion of rape is in the set up or the punchline? I don’t set out to write “rape jokes” or “race jokes” or “disability jokes” or “cunt jokes”; I just write jokes and, when performed in front of an audience, they individually live and die on their own merits.

As you mentioned in your letter, comedy holds up a mirror to the world, and as rape is a thing in the world, it is on the table for comedians to talk about. Lindy West has done a brilliantly thought-provoking piece on this kind of thing for Jezabel (thanks to everyone who sent me this link), and Curtis Luciani makes the very valid point in this great response that the darker and more potentially hurtful the subject, the more sophisticated the response has to be (again, thanks for this one, everyone). This is an interesting piece on Scoop by Anne Russell, too: “Comedy is lazy when it kicks people who are already down”.

I love this joke by Sarah Silverman:

 

I was a raped by a doctor…which is so bittersweet for a Jewish girl.

 

I think that’s a dark, dark surprise, summoning up a range of so-wrong-it’s-funny emotions. The audience knows that Silverman doesn’t endorse anti-Semitism or sexism or the trivialization of rape; here there is an element of it’s funny because this awful dark horrific thing that should never be actually, genuinely thought is being said out loud for the sake of humour.

And here she is, on the very same night as Tosh’s gig at the Laugh Factory, discussing the very concept of “rape jokes”, somehow making rape jokes and making a point about the under-reporting of rape:

 

 

Another example comes from my good friend Rhys Nicholson, who tells a story onstage of a time when he was booked to perform comedy at what transpired to be a lesbian poetry night. He was to follow a woman who read a poem that she’d written about how, tragically, she was once raped.

Rhys’ subsequent flippancy towards the notion of rape and the victim is a commentary on the inappropriateness of the gig and the extremely awkward situation he found himself in; it’s not bred out of a callousness towards the very serious issue.

Here’s an example of a Tosh joke that references rape (that I don’t particularly like, for comedic reasons):

 

 

Does this joke trivializes rape? Does it genuinely reflect how Daniel Tosh feels about this awful atrocity that exists in our world? Or is it a cartoonish depiction of a never-world, that provides such a contrast to everything we know and generally accept about rape and sexual assault and how it should be treated that the audience is shocked into laughing?

(NB: Here “we” is very tricky to define. Clearly, there are Neanderthals in the world who don’t think rape is such a big deal and who laugh in its face and who dismiss it. I hate those people. I do not write jokes with them in mind. I can’t because I don’t know how their brains work. I think there is an assumed public morality that says that rape is undeniably bad. To the average comedy-goer, condoning rape is the exception, not the rule, I think.)

This routine doesn’t make me laugh. But I am, quite genuinely, not much of a Tosh fan. Give me Oswalt or Silverman or Daniel Kitson or Louis CK or Bill Burr any day, because they do interesting things with this stuff. But I can still see (vaguely) where Tosh comes/lumbers from.

Some of my critics on twitter suggested the blogger was “threatened with gang rape”. I find it difficult to agree here. From the evidence we have (which, again, I think is very difficult to determine as reliable and fully enlightening), I think it’s a pretty extraordinary claim that Tosh would literally find it literally funny if the audience member was literally raped by five men, right there and then in the comedy club.

A possible kind of general defence to Tosh’s retort – not one I swear by or necessarily advocate, I just want this out there – is that it came in the context of a back and forth between two people about whether “rape jokes” are ever/always funny. Tosh does a “rape joke”. Tosh (presumably) jokes that “rapes jokes” are always funny. Audience member is offended. Audience member heckles by yelling out that “rapes jokes” are never funny. An immediate, instinctive response is to come back with a graphic, personal “rape joke”. A horrible, immature thing to say to someone criticizing your right to say horrible, immature things in a comedic context.

Again – I don’t endorse what Tosh spat forth. I just think there’s something to be said for the idea that at the forefront of Tosh’s mind was the issue of dealing with a heckler, not a brewing agenda to mock the victims of rape. If his comment had come apropos of nothing, that would completely alter the scenario. But it didn’t, and various reports of the incident, to me, didn’t seem to accurately depict that.

I was also surprised by this sentence in the audience member’s blog post:

 

I don’t sit there while someone tells me how I should feel about something as profound and damaging as rape.

 

Comedian Stewart Lee tells a story of an audience member coming up to him after a show in which he performed material about the hysteria surrounding Princess Diana’s death. Many people had been offended by the idea of incorporating such a grim topic into a comedy routine, but it turns out that this woman was in tears because her late husband’s memorial fountain had been renamed after Diana following her death.

Lee says this proves it’s nigh on impossible to predict what is going to offend an audience member, what with the complex diversity of human experience. Perhaps the blogger in question sat through a number of Tosh’s other jokes about topics such as cancer or AIDS or race or sexuality and said nothing and took them at face value. Perhaps not, I don’t know, but I think that’s an important part of the conversation.

There’s some very interesting comments on Patton Oswalt’s Facebook page on the issue, including some posts by victims of rape who seemed to defend the notion of jokes that reference rape, too.

Some twitterers suggested that in some circumstances (such as the Tosh case), heckling is justified. I don’t know about that. I have never heckled a comedian. I have walked out on heaps because I was offended by what they were saying or bored or disinterested in their stuff and considered staying in the room whilst they performed a waste of my time. I have never seen an aggressive heckle positively change a gig or seem to change anyone’s mind about things. A walk out is, in my opinion, significantly more powerful than trying to take a comedian to task at their own game.

(Heckling offensive jokes is, perhaps, like trying to have a sophisticated and nuanced conversation about the nature of comedy and offense and rape via twitter.)

HAVING SAID ALL THIS: Erin – please, I want you to know that a lot of my reading over the past couple of days has better informed and changed my perspective on this issue. Your heart wrenching personal story, this heart wrenching personal story, the statistics and the commentary I’ve come across have all made me take stock. I’ve come to better appreciate the importance of words and the responsibilities that come with the comedic license I am lucky enough to occasionally wield. You’re right; the topics comedians cover do have real-world consequences that affect real people, and we are obliged to consider them and how our routines could affect them before we write or perform any joke at all.

Thank you very much for this lesson.

I believe there is much value to be found and important things to be learned on both sides of this debate, and my hope is that the best thing to come out of all this is education and honest conversation. I hope you have found something of an answer to your post in the above. It is, I think, if not a definitive, cohesive argument, then perhaps some wide-ranging food for thought.

Thank you again for taking the time. I would love to think that you’ll be tuning in to my and Alex’s silliness tomorrow morning on the wireless as per usual.

Much love and peace to you too,

Tom

 

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If you need help in regards to cases of sexual assault or domestic violence, please call the National Sexual Assault, Domestic & Family Violence Counselling Line

Hanging With FOTC

So much fun! I love Bret and Jemaine dearly and having them on the radio for a whole morning was heaps fun.

Enjoy:

 

Vermin Supreme

Enjoy.

 

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God bless America.

Speech @ The 2012 Aurora Annual Dinner

 

The very nice people of the Aurora Group invited me to deliver the keynote address at their annual dinner this year. I was very much flattered to have been asked and it was a genuinely terrific evening.

I hope you like the below (some of the jokes might not read well, sorry) and, if you can spare it, chuck ’em a few dollars to help them in their very, very worthy cause.

 

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LOVE AND EQUALITY AND DIVERSITY AND BULLSHIT

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen: it’s a pleasure to be here and I’d like to thank the Aurora Group very much for having me.

I’m quite nervous, to be honest; I’ve heard that Sir Ian MacKellan delivered this keynote address in 2010, when the dinner’s theme was All You Need Is Love. So two years ago you had Gandalf and The Beatles, this year you’re all stuck on a giant doomed ship that’s going to crash into an iceberg, killing everyone on board, and all you have for entertainment is a guy from Warrnambool who went out with Josh Thomas.

You guys got boned.

(If you didn’t laugh at that because you’re too old to know who Josh Thomas is – hey, at least you can remember the Titanic.)

I do have big shoes to fill; in 2006 this address was delivered by now-High Court Justice Virginia Bell and the following year it was delivered by Georgina Beyer, the world’s first openly transsexual mayor and Member of Parliament.

YEAH – BUT NEITHER OF THEM HAVE BEEN ON THE CIRCLE, AMMIRIGHT?!

This address has also previously been delivered by one of my personal heroes, David Marr, and please do dig deep tonight because 100% of all funds raised at this event will go directly to teaching gay Fairfax journalists like David how to use the Internet, so that he may continue to eat.

I do love the theme for this evening, though when I heard that I was attending a fundraising night with a Titanic theme, I was worried that Clive Palmer was going to be here and there wouldn’t be enough food. Fortunately it all seems to have worked out fine.

So thank you and good evening, brothers and sisters and brothers in dresses and sister in tuxedos, for having me here tonight; it is an honour. Like many of you here tonight, I identity as “gay”; I’m a gay, vegetarian, atheist who works for the ABC. I’ll be running for Prime Minister in 2000-and-unlikely.

I appreciate your support.

It’s quite interesting how I became gay; there came a point for me when I just became sick of being seen as too perfect in the eyes of Hitler.

No that’s a lie, I don’t know why I am who I am; I wasn’t dropped as a child; I wasn’t touched; I haven’t been corrupted by Satan; I’m not “confused”; my parents weren’t killed by a vagina.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if I’m gay or bi or straight or transgendered or intersex or queer-identifying or a transvestite, it simply doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is I’m white. Regardless of what I do in my bedroom, I’m still a white, middle-class male, which means I still get invited to dinner parties; that’s my rock. Until the carbon tax rips this country in two in a giant explosion of lava and death and zombies and hell, I’m going to be just fine.

The title of my speech tonight is Love and Equality and Diversity and Bullshit because I felt that was the most succinct way to sum up the state of play in regards to the challenges the queer community faces in 2012. Following queer politics is a rollercoaster. One day you’re marching for marriage equality, buoyed by hope and joy and a sense of impending progressive change in the air, the next you’re listening to every political commentator saying that the likelihood of any same-sex marriage legislation passing through the parliament is little more than zero. One day the Finance Minister Penny Wong announces that she and her partner are going to be parents, the next day Campbell Newman is stripping away the rights of same sex couples in Queensland to access altruistic surrogacy. One day Bob Katter is spluttering like a kettle on national television, laughing at the very idea of discussing the needs of his GLTBTIQ constituents, the next day Alan Jones is performing in a production of ANNIE the Musical – WHAT THE SHIT’S UP WITH THAT?! 

We are presented with small victories and volatile controversies, we fight for recognition, for political correctness, for equality, both symbolic and genuine. While the issue of marriage equality looms large in all our minds, above it hovers a cloud of perhaps darker, more pressing issues, such as the poor standard of sexual education in our public schools and the heartbreaking statistic that the rate of suicide amongst same-sex attracted young people is up to eight times higher than their heterosexual peers.

There is love in our community; you can’t help but feel it at events such as tonight or at rallies or at Mardi Gras or when you come out and you’re embraced by supportive friends and family or when you’re on pills at Midnight Shift. We strive for equality, just as our predecessors have done for hundreds of years. We celebrate diversity. And now, more than ever, we must continue to do all in our power to ruthlessly dispel the odious bullshit that stands in the way of a common goal: justice.

I think my story is one of hope; a story of how things are changing and what future generations might hold. I grew up in Warrnambool in country Victoria. It’s a town of about 30,000 people, so not quite the sticks, but not exactly the most enlightened place in the world. To give you a point of reference – Dave Hughes is from Warrnambool. And as a former bong-head who played Aussie Rules football and lost his virginity at age 21 to a prostitute, he’s probably a bit more representative of the kind of place Warrnambool is than I. (For the record, I really like Hughesy, but that man is beautifully, beautifully bogan, just like Warrnambool.)

I came out when I was 18, just as I’d finished Year 12. I don’t think it was a huge surprise; I’d never had a girlfriend, was rubbish at all sports and was very enthusiastic about musical theatre. My entire secondary school life was peppered with the sneering of the word “gay” derisively, occasionally directed towards me, but more used just generally, applied to all things that were considered bad or boring or disgusting. For in the ego-centric monoculture of a country high school, surely the worst thing to be in the world was a fag.

So homophobia, like love, was in the air, but it seemed to be only in an abstract sense, because when I came out, I received almost nothing but love and support. My footy-playing, staunchly heterosexual mates, whilst a little taken aback, remained my mates and assured me that my orientation towards doodles changed nothing about our friendship or how much they liked me.

When the “boogie man” of a homosexual became a tangible person they knew, their attitudes changed.

Similarly, when I came out to my parents, they showered me with love and support and an appropriate level of awkwardness. I don’t think it was much a of a surprise for them either: when I came out to my mum, she told that that was fine and I was her son and she’d love me no matter what…then she went up to her bedroom and brought back a book that she’d purchased recently entitled My Child Is Gay. Which is not a book you buy at the airport on a whim, for some light reading.

The fact that I’m same-sex attracted is a big part of my life; I’ve written a whole lot of jokes about it, I advocate for GLBTIQ issues and I wear great shirts. But it is just a part of who I am. It hasn’t negatively affected my career opportunities or my friendships or my self-worth. If you’ll allow me to brag for a moment, I am perhaps an ideal example of what’s it like to be a gay member of Generation Y in 2012.

The past 18 months have been a crazy time for gay rights.

Gay marriage was legalized in New York, Queensland legalized same-sex civil unions, New South Wales recently passed legislation calling on the federal government to change the Marriage Act…as did Tasmania. TASMANIA. A state that didn’t decriminalize homosexuality until 1997. 1997. That means if you were a gay dude in Tasmania in the 90s, you could buy the Spice Girls’ 1996 breakthrough debut album “Spice” before you could legally suck a dick.

And now, 14 years later, that state is on board with the idea of gay people getting married; that shit’s cray cray. And there are still douchebags on the mainland who oppose that idea. Sorry, if you’re less progressive on an issue than Tasmania, you need to reconsider every decision you’ve ever made…then kill yourself. Being less progressive on an issue than Tasmania? That’s like a football player beating you at a public speaking competition.

Andrew Bolt is one of those douchebags. He’s worried about the slippery slope with gay marriage. He says if we allow gay marriage, what’s next? WHAT’S NEXT? People marrying dogs? If we allow gay people to get married, will we allow people to marry their dogs?

And I say – yes, Andrew, that is precisely the plan. People who want to marry their dogs said to each other, “Okay people; if we want this to happen, let’s just take it one step at a time. If we start just marrying our dogs willy nilly, people are going to freak out. Hey, you know who kind of look like dogs when they’re having sex? GAY MEN. Let’s spend the next 30 years campaigning for their right to get married. Then, provided my dog is still alive by that point, we’re going to tie the knot and I’m going to be MRS. Hairy McClary!”

Things are definitely getting better every day and there’s lot that I think Harvey Milk would be proud to see in our world today if he were still with us. But growing up, I got the occasional glimpse into dark, dark bullshit that is still out there, sometimes lurking beneath the surface, sometimes oozing to the top. A friend of mine who grew up just outside of Warrnambool, in a place called Koroit, where sensitivity and progressive thought is even a little rarer, told me that a friend’s dad once sat down a group of the boys and told them, “If any of you boys turn out to be gay, I won’t shoot ya…but I’ll give ya the shotgun.”

Which is…well, it’s empowering. Sometimes you’ve just got to cut the apron strings and let your children shoot themselves in the face because of your own ignorant prejudice.

Speaking of ignorant prejudice, let’s talk about the church. Now certainly, homophobia comes from lots of different places: from ignorance, from fear. But let’s be frank: religion and its dogma has a lot to answer for. If you are religious, my aim here is not to offend you and I am fully aware that there are religious people and organizations that do incredible work for great causes that are dear to our heart. I am an atheist, but if you’re religious, I’m not saying you’re an idiot, but I am thinking that.

All that aside, it has to be said: there seems to be problems specific to the teachings of religions and the privileged position of religious leaders that visit continuing grief upon GLBTIQ Australians. The tripe spilt forth by the likes of Cardinal George Pell, Jim Wallace and the Australian Christian Lobby, Margaret Court, Peter Jensen – this is not a misinterpretation of the words of Christ and a message of all-encompassing love, this is a waste of language and a waste of oxygen. Religious exemptions in anti-discrimination legislation persists; in the state of New South Wales, it is legally possible for a religious school to expel a student simply for being gay. Campbell Newman openly admitted his government’s recent backflip on Queensland’s civil union legislation was a result of pressure from Christian lobby groups, who were “offended” at how similar a secular, state-sanctioned ceremony for same sex couples was to marriage.

The Salvation Army received some heat this week as Darren Hayes drew attention to the Christian charities’ less-than-flattering position on homosexuality. According to the Salvos’ now-updated website, the stated position has been on the website since the early 1990s and does not accurately reflect the organization’s attitudes, as all the Salvo’s charity work is based entirely on need and is non-discriminatory.

As a young gay person who has always been taught to see the Salvos as the prime example of community welfare and charity at work, the position in question was depressing to read. I’m glad the Salvos seem to have taken the time to rectify the situation, now, in 2012, thanks to public pressure applied by the lead singer of Savage Garden, but it’s undeniably too late and an indication of institutionalized homophobia that the Lord seems to have blessed some of us with.

This is real and to me, the most insidious form of homophobia of all. Other kinds of ignorance can be combatted with facts and science and common sense; people who think gay people are dirty or unnatural or perverse or dangerous can quite simply be proven wrong with evidence, evidence such as the widespread accepted scientific opinion that same-sex couples are every bit as capable of raising healthy, well-balanced children as opposite-sex couples are (that’s a fact – tell people, that’s a fact, not a matter of opinion). But I think we need to remain vigilant when it comes to church leaders’ participation in debates around these issues because we are conditioned to associate such leaders and organizations with wholesome morality, as if they alone are the defenders of the good life and proper values.

We know what the key elements of the good life and proper values are. We figured them out ages ago, on our own, without divine intervention. The good life is about love and respect for one another and community and intellectual honesty and inclusion, not exclusion and division. We are so-called “queer” because we are unique and different to the norm, with our unique set of challenges to face. But first and foremost we are human beings and we are citizens and by fostering that community through activism, commentary, donations of time and money and quite simply by not shutting up about the things that we believe in and know are right, together we can be stronger than bullshit will ever be.

Thank you again for having me here tonight, it truly is an honour. Please have a great evening and here’s to many more years of the vital work of the Aurora Group and its friends.

 

Sam Harris @ AtheistCon

Attending the 2012 Global Atheist Convention in Melbourne has been a major highlight of my year.

Footage of the speech I gave is currently being polished and buffed by atheist elves and will be posted here soon, but for now I just wanted to share Sam Harris‘ address with you .

It is, like all of Sam‘s work, lovely and thought-provoking and inspiring and important.

Also, I think it was pretty ballsy of him to make a room full of thousands of skeptical smarty pants atheist do some breathing/awareness exercises.

 

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On a similar, more musical theme, courtesy of The Maccabees:

 

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