Humour so dark that it burnt me
At parties, I often play the provocateur, armed with a repertoire of dark, disparaging humor. It’s my way of keeping things interesting. A well-timed, controversial statement, delivered with a sly smile, has always been my calling card. Once, at a gathering of friends, I dropped a bombshell: “Feminism is cancer.” The room froze. A few people chuckled nervously; others stared at me, mouths slightly agape. I revelled in the discomfort. My assumption was simple— everyone knows this is a joke. Of course, feminism isn’t cancer. Of course, everyone here understands the historical and ongoing oppression of women. My statement was a satirical dig at those who actually believe such nonsense, not a declaration of my stance. Oh boy, how wrong I was! In a recent WhatsApp group discussion, the tragic suicide of Atul Subhash came up. The conversation soon devolved into a rant by a friend who declared, “Most women misuse domestic violence laws.” I called him out, explaining how this narrativ...
