So, I guess I’m going to do it…

For me, the cruelty behind much of what we find funny reveals our need to admonish and denigrate.

For me, the cruelty behind much of what we find funny reveals our need to admonish and denigrate.

A post back I mentioned this summer  I wanted to throw some thought toward the meaning of laughter, the causes and the impostors.

I want to dig toward the core of all emotions and impulses, of course, so my notice starts with the involuntary variety. Throwing up, blinking, breathing even, laughter stands above those because we can resist the urge. If you have to puke, you have to puke. You won’t stop blinking, and breathing remains for even the worst of lungs.

But we control laughter, and other displays of emotions, so though we might feel them, we often have a choice to actually reveal them. Instantly, exhibiting ‘behavior’ becomes a social reality, allowing lines to be drawn, then redrawn, then redrawn again. So we shield things behind a wall of mild-manneredness and conventions.

Want proof? Don’t ‘laugh’ at funerals, don’t ‘get angry’ at weddings, don’t ‘cry’ in front of bullies.

Anybody with bones can laugh menacingly.

Anybody with bones can laugh menacingly.

Laughter is different because it is both frivolous and of great import, often at the very same time. Crying is more black and white, either very happy or very sad (or sentimental), and there isn’t all that much ambiguity involved when someone does it.

Laughter can mean just about anything. Maybe that’s why there are a lot of prohibitions against its use.

Maybe that’s why we still do it.

Below the vids is my outline of this series.

 

Superfluous, completely unnecessary example 1

 

‘Because it’s funny’ laughter

 

The mocking kind

 

The scary kind

 

 

Post 1

The big set up

Laugh tracks

Group acceptance (the tribe)

 

Post 2

Aliens and the ape with the scary laugh

The sinister laugh

To talk about things otherwise unspoken

 

Post 3

The drug perspective – the giggles

Top it off with some health, y’all!

In conclusion:

To laugh is to cry, to cry is to laugh and other stuff primates do

About fleetfootphilo

I'm a 40-something father of three, fiction writer-cum-VirtAs/journalist/coach/psychonaut (music, too!) with a thing for philosophy, particularly the continental variety. I'm also a runner, meaning I'm a sadist with a slipping grip on reality. Go gentle or go home...oh, just go home already.
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