What the . . . Friday?
*What the…Friday? is a weekly Friday feature in which I resuscitate a video relic from the swampy pits of Pop Culture Wasteland.*
In 1992 the commercial for the Ray Stevens Comedy Video Classics hit the airwaves and my life was forever changed.
Back then I remember seeing Ray Stevens every day. Sometimes he came on between every commercial break of a half-hour television show. Sometimes he interrupted Coach. Sometimes he interrupted Murphy Brown. Sometimes he interrupted Roseanne. No one interrupts Roseanne. I hated Ray Stevens.
I grew up in Nebraska. So I likely lived among Ray Stevens’ targeted demographic. If you grew up in San Francisco, chances are you never saw this. And chances are you think Ray Stevens is my cousin. And chances are he is.
In 1992 I was 16 and my humor was of the bottom-dwelling variety. Meaning it revolved around bottoms.
Or more specifically — sphincters.
A sphincter says what? What? Exactly. “Comedy gold,” said 1992-Angie.
But even 16-year-old-me didn’t find Ray Stevens funny. And that’s very telling. And that’s when I learned a valuable lesson. Humor is not subjective. There is right and wrong. There is hierarchy. And Ray Stevens is at the bottom. He’s at the bottom of the totem pole. His is the totem face that looks like a bottom. Or more specifically — a sphincter.
I couldn’t help but wonder what became of Ray Stevens today. So I tracked him down. Turns out he is something of a big shot. Turns out he is a big sphincter. Here is his website. And he’s right now running a Tea Party Special. Yes. That’s what he calls it. Order now and while supplies last you’ll get a free flag lapel pin.
I guess this is what patriotism looks like. A sphincter.
This post goes out to my bloggy friend Les of BestBathroomBooks (who never thought, but likely always hoped, he’d one day see the word sphincter on my blog) as he plans his departure from the blogosphere. Many happy poops to you, Les.