We Who Love Martin Short
I once told a friend if I could ask God to create the perfect man, he’d be a combination of Joe Perry of Aerosmith and Martin Short. I later realized that was David Lee Roth, but that’s not important right now. Over the last few days, I found out I need a root canal, a bunch of wasps built a nest outside my bedroom, and there’s an escaped murderer running around my neighborhood. Dan Kois picked the wrong week to mess with Martin Short. Nobody puts Clifford in a corner and kicks him repeatedly in the nuts. Not this week, when I haven’t slept in five days because Pennsylvania law enforcement is doing the Curly shuffle while my apartment complex sends out emails telling us to lock our windows and doors. In fact, Dan Kois of the now-old news Slate article* could only have picked a better week to rile my relatively passive half-Irish ass had he posted it the week I put my cat to sleep or the week Carrie Fisher died. But he picked this week and boy oh boy, did people click on his master bait.And in the end, the balance of the universe swung back to normal with the general consensus being that Martin Short is a genius, beloved by almost all and that the “almosts”, to paraphrase both Martin and another comedy hero, probably don’t pop out at parties too much. But I’m not going to hate-bash Dan Kois. I don’t know the guy, comedy is subjective, and it’s nice to still (glancing at my watch) live in a country where free speech is allowed.
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