It is a truth universally acknowledged that the world needs another white dude comedian like I need another antibiotic-resistant UTI (do not recommend). I spent my entire life unquestioningly swallowing society’s socialization of women/the patriarchy/white norms, etc., and it has only been in the past couple of years that I have found myself very much realizing: OK, maybe it’s someone else’s turn. Partially to mindfully try to give space to other voices and partially because those are just what I am drawn to these days.
And yet, I found myself watching Daniel Sloss’s new stand up special on HBO (Daniel Sloss: X) and it is distinctly possible that I now want to bone him.
I’ve seen his previous two Netflix hours (Daniel Sloss: Live Shows — Dark and Jigsaw), and he was really good. Yes, I know comedy is subjective. But also I’m a professional comedy writer, so maybe probably my opinion should just be taken as fact? Which is: dude’s very, very funny.
Plus, he’s Scottish, which is definitely A Thing of Mine. So is having a really terrific husband, which I do, but that’s not what we’re here for right now. I know in my brain that it’s not all Outlander over there IRL, but tell that to my vagina. She hears you speaking to me in a Scottish accent and she’s all:
Yes, my vagina looks like Jamie Lee Curtis. Prove me wrong. Anyway, most importantly, Daniel Sloss: X is actually about misogyny.
Yeah, dog. I’ll say it again. It’s about misogyny and #metoo and violence against women and all that stuff. I’m a big believer in making your art about something — if you can. Sometimes you need to pay the vet bill so you take that gig playing a potato in Russets Ate My Butt 2: Tater Tots in My Pants or whatever. And sometimes it’s nice to just be funny for the sake of being funny. Laughing is good, making people laugh is crack. I get it.
But if you have the luxury/power/inspiration to actually slide in some meaning with that? Then:
That’s what Sloss does. He did it with his Netflix special and he does it now. He lures you in with seemingly edgy/crass comedy and his “are you a cranky dudebro?” energy and then towards the end is like, HEY NOW I’M GOING TO TELL YOU SOME SERIOUS SHIT YOU DIDN’T EXPECT. You suddenly discover that he’s been winning you over with micro-points all supporting his main thesis, which in this case involves him realizing how f*cking shit women have it and trying to come to terms with both his role in that, how to change it, and how to urge others to change it.
To which I say:
Seriously, I’m sure he has no trouble “making new friends” after shows, as it is. But I’m just saying that in acknowledgment for his efforts on behalf of my fellow women, I am willing to step up to the proverbial plate. Presuming that he likes MILFs who lie there and say, ARE YOU DONE YET I HAVE TO GET UP EARLY WITH TWO KIDS AND I WANT TO WATCH BARRY. Listen, I know I’m sexy, you don’t have to be jealous.
In fact, I’m willing to share. I think we should all go full reverse-Lysistrata on this guy — and any guy who uses his power and privilege to stand up for the rest of us (I’m looking at you, John Oliver, you mild-mannered sexpot). Who’s with me?
Heather Huntington is a Staff Contributor for Pajiba. You can follow her on Twitter.
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