In the fall, I was at a glamorous birthday party on a boat. Many prominent guests who were prominent in their respective professions went up on stage and did their arts, to general cheers. A successful middle-aged male comedian to rip off a monologue about how useless the middle-aged men are. Aesthetically, socially, evolutionarily. Not to the delight of anyone.
I have thought of his monologue sometimes during the winter, which has irritated me. First, last week I came upon why. It was something I saw in his eyes. Namely fear.
otherwise they tend to be: barbie and schvungfull and in step with the times. But of all oddities as a middle age houses is that it no longer works to be too barbie and schvungfull and in step with the times. It does not look really good. It makes a anxious and a little ridiculous impression.
In middle age, one should be a little snubblig and error, making an entrance a few seconds too late, spread on a little too thick. It is as it should be. It is simply åldersadekvat. But of course it is a difficult adjustment for a comedian, in this case, that has always been just barbie and schvungfull and in step with the times.
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The years is, unfortunately, irretrievably past. It was why he was so scared when he stood on the stage?
Really so simple it was not. His snajdiga etcetera monologue had a stubborn, throbbing undercurrent. Please, please, he was standing on the easy sjögångiga the scene and begged, do not take my success away from me. Let me keep it just a little bit, a little bit to. You will probably hear how I presses my sensitive ear against the rails, how accurately I captures the signs of the times?
" all the success that he gnetat together for almost thirty years – straw for straw, sketch for sketch, tv-program tv-program – may be swept out of his hands in five seconds. All that is required is a small feltramp, and a pösmunk with many followers who are left to rot on feltrampet in question. Then chopped his precious success, break, click for click, sharing, sharing.
This is the new save time. Maybe it is the network that makes us afraid. Online can lynchmobbar formed of eight seconds, and grow immense and messy big.
This is an insoluble dilemma for just a barbie etc comedian who built his entire act on the feltramp, snedtramp and misconduct.
On the old secure time, he was able klafsa around a bit as he wanted and be sure that all feltramp, snedtramp and excesses ursäktades and urskuldades; that he would always be backed up by influential voices in the public sphere who spoke authoritatively about freedom of expression-integrity and gränstänjandets artistic value.
But this is the new save time.”the Network connects the past to reason and seems to stick the wire straight in our subconscious.” Photo: Isabell Höjman/TT
that makes us afraid. Online can lynchmobbar formed of eight seconds, and grow immense and messy big. Which is appalling. But on the web also expect to immeasurable success. Which is irresistibly attractive. Where can a elvaåring become a world-renowned and financially independent for the rest of the life that he or she can blow the whistle on a charming way, or show off their collection of bokmärkesänglar.
the Line connects the past to reason and seems to stick the wire straight in our subconscious. Where we go and are, thus, IRL, we have learned to greet politely and ask for the floor during the meeting of the municipal government. But on the web, we strengthen ourselves with a glass of wine and write that our opponents are batikhäxor and brunskjortor. And in eight seconds, we have contact with thousands who think like we do. Suddenly we catch sight of ourselves, though raised in how-much-that-time. Which raises the dictator in the us. And then we want to control our troops against Poland, and avenge all the wrongs we have suffered.
the Comedian on the boat know all of this, and is terrified.
It is no easy task he has. He seems to be in a profession where we require that he should go so close to the border of the fitting as possible, and preferably also over it, but ”the right way”, of course. What then is the ”right way”? Yes, he doesn't know until it is too late.
that fear has on a ståuppscen to do. At least not the kind of fear. Therefore he does everything to hide it. But I see right through his bredbenta gapighet.
It may also be that I see his fear so clearly, because it is my own.