There’s a thin line between being a master of inappropriate humor and being seen as insensitive.
I had to share this post written by Gretchen Kelly on The Sisterwives because she hits the nail on the head.
I love a good joke. And by good joke, I mean a really bad one. One that defies all of the rules of polite society.
Inappropriate. Off color. Dark humor. I can’t believe he just said that.
I love inappropriate humor.
In fact, I’m married to it.
It’s one of my favorite things about my husband. He is horribly, wonderfully inappropriate some times. He can wiggle out of just about any argument with a well placed joke. He’s always ready with a line or a quip that has some people choking on their drinks and others gasping in horror.
Me? I’m the neurotic people pleaser. I worry about hurting feelings, offending or upsetting people. Even people I don’t necessarily like. It’s ridiculous the amount of brain power and energy and time I spend worrying about this kind of shit.
But not him. He has freedom. He just…
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