Save it for your therapist, Chris

The idea of a man working to support a slave-driving woman seems a little musty, since most women today, well, have jobs. The act seems particularly odd as it relates to black women. Listen to CNN and black women have done too well. Our degrees, jobs and mortgages have rendered us unloveable, because black men have been left behind. What man wants a self sufficient woman who doesn’t need him? (sarcasm–for those that missed it.) et listen to Rock and black women spend our lives demanding goodies from our miserable partners. Where’s the “it’s funny, cause it’s true?”

In Chris Rock’s world, women are demanding, domineering and manipulative. Marriage and committed relationships are where men go to die. It’s not that I object to men poking fun at the things women do (as long as we can poke back). It’s just that Rock is so relentlessly disdainful toward women in his act, casually spitting “bitches” and betraying no real affection for the opposite sex. His routine comes off as so bitter and disconnected from reality, that I often begin to wonder what trauma has left the comedian so broken. It kills the funny.

They say comedy comes from pain. Surely, many master comedians have hidden dark and troubled sides (Richard Pryor, John Belushi, etc.) Chris Rock’s material about women and relationships (like that of his buddy, Bill Maher) seems to betray some deep fucked-upedness. Do a fan a favor, Chris, stick to the political and social stuff, and save the rest for a therapist.

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