I sat behind an old Hungarian woman at dinner tonight, listening to her complain to her friends that all the good jokes are gone because of this “goddamn political correctness.”
“I used to be so funny,” she said. “But now I can’t use my Polish jokes, my Italian jokes, my Jewish jokes. I can’t even make fun of my own people. I’ve got my head stuffed with jokes that I can’t even use anymore. This world is ridiculous!”
It must be tough to get old and watch the world change around you.
I actually felt bad for the old lady.