A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small club in a small town in Essex. With his dummy on his knee, he's going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde woman in the fourth row stands on her chair and starts shouting:
'I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the colour of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person, because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against, not only blondes, but women in general... and all in the name of humour!'
The ventriloquist is embarrassed and begins to apologise, when the blonde yells, 'You stay out of this, alright?! I'm talking to that little bugger on your knee!'
Sunday, 19 August 2007
A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY
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IN Addition to questions of mistaken identity (Iraq as 'the enemy', instead of ourselves, or blondes & dummies!), there are the mistaken /phantasies/ -- notably the one about american farm-neighbourliness. This one is largely fostered by re-runs of /A Little House in the Prairie/, and the following 'link' supplies a brief & sardonic, if doleful, corrective. It is about the farming here of the 1980s -- the only thing to have changed since is the SIZE of the gear and /not/ the rah-rah indentured-servant debt-attitude!
http://bodwyn.wordpress.com/2007/08/20/the-1980s-the-way-we-really-was-down-on-the-farm/
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