Denial in the world of the moving is one thing, but denial in the age of the Internet is a total different lady. And by lady, I specifically mean my mother. Though I’ve always suspected it, this weekend I explicitly found out my mom reads my blog.
Geeks only paragraph: I feel like Peter Wiggin when his parents told him they knew he was Locke the whole time, except way lower stakes.
It should be known that my mom is amazing, and super supportive of everything I do. In case you wanted to know her feedback, she likes my writing, but she wishes I wouldn’t curse so much. She also thinks it’s just about the coolest thing in the world that Chris Kattan tweeted at me, but she is probably less pleased that even that transaction involved talk of cursing.
Geeks only paragraph: Email me if you want a specific formula to get people of Chris Kattan-level fame to tweet back at you. I got theories.
My comedy friends have this conversation all the time — how competent are our parents at the Internet? My parents text, but they don’t have Facebook or Twitter, and most tellingly, they both still actively use their AOL accounts. So cute! The general concensus is that we aren’t going to let it inhibit us, and we aren’t going to make YOLO jokes about it. We will, however, make jokes about Zac Efron’s tatttoo.
The Internet is the world’s biggest stage, so anyone pursuing comedy really has to be comfortable knowing that everyone they have ever known might be watching or reading. It’s not something that I personally let inhibit me because I feel like I am true to myself both in person and on the Internet. Then there is that whole awkward thing of wondering if our future children will ever find our content, and whether they’ll think it as quaint as having an AOL email address in 2012. Future kids, I DGAF, embrace that phrase, bring it to elementary school.
What follows is a letter for parents of comedians:
Congrats, your child is smart and provides a great good to society*! They’ll make people’s lives rich with laughter, and they will also inspire a lot of groaning at bad jokes, but they can handle that.
*unless you’re Dane Cook’s parents
Geeks only paragraph: I am pretty sure there is a tangible correlation with being unfollowed by those porn spambots on Twitter and making Dane Cook jokes. Also, fuck Dane Cook.
Also mom, you don’t have to check my blog twice a week, if you hit the subscribe button on the top right, my posts will be sent to your AOL account. Love you!