“Can’t you take a joke?” Well, yes, I can, even if it borders on the offensive, if it’s funny.
This title — “Small SUV Crashopalooza: Detroit Loses, Dykes Win” — was marginal at best, and then the article descended further:
“US small SUVs scored badly,” writes [Reuters]. Top honors took a trucklet that, according to the Urban Dictionary, is “driven by post-menopausal lesbians”: The Subaru Forester.
Well, hardly exclusively. But things got worse:
The Jeep Wrangler brings up the rear with a truly mediocre showing. Boo, hiss, Detroit — pussy-whipped by a Japanese
transgendercrossover that is also known as a “vag-wag?”
Now one could expect this sort of thing, I suppose, from a publication that gives out an award of sorts called “Ten Worst Automobiles Today.” Still, there’s a difference between pushing the envelope and ripping it to shreds, and there’s a difference between Funny and Not Funny.
Yours truly was up past midnight with several other editors, past and present, on what the hell to do. Resign. Boycott. Protest. It all seems well and good until you realize that, hey, my colleagues and my audience don’t deserve any of this at all.
To the editor-in-chief, who actually wrote the piece and therefore had no trouble approving it, I pass along the advice of the Martian (or whatever he was) to Sandy Bates in Woody Allen’s Stardust Memories: “Incidentally, you’re also not Superman; you’re a comedian. You want to do mankind a real service? Tell funnier jokes.”
What would be funnier, perhaps, would be Subaru pulling its ads from the site. Karma has its amusing aspects.