I'll often laugh at tasteless jokes before I can make a decision whether I ought or ought not laugh, if they're funny. Which is a funny thing because jokes that pivot on dehumanizing elements shouldn't be funny. Mind you this doesn't apply if I understand that an offensive joke is on the way. That is, if a story starts out, "Did you hear about the fag that . . ." or, "This bimbo walks into a logging camp and says . . ." then I can just walk away, or explain that I don't care to hear anymore AIDs or nword jokes, thanks anyway. But if I'm caught off guard I'll laugh at anybody or anything.
I've laughed at jokes about farmer's daughters and salesmen, about blacks, yuppies, Mexicans, elephants, Pollacks, Aggies, rednecks, WASPs, morons, Bohemians, women, children, priests, Popes, and Jesus Christ. To my chagrin, it seems that nothing is sacred to my funny bone.
My sense of humor often outstrips my sense of propriety, which is for the most part a good thing, because I wouldn't want to sacrifice my sense of humor for a keen sense of propriety--the former being more necessary for survival than the latter. That is, you can get along in the world just fine without a sense of propriety, but you'll never make it without a sense of humor.


Flatline

Yes that is very true!!

Laughter is the worlds best medicine!!!


Tammy

You seem to have learned this well thought out approach to life. Nice writing.

welcome,very true