O kategorii nejde. Spíš o to, že já, ač kuřák a osoba z relativně "bohémského" prostředí, bych svého - dnes pěti a půlletého - syna po osmé hodině večer do hospody prostě NEVZALA, protože nějak netuším, co by tam měl hledat za štěstí. Takže mne podobné názory sice baví, ale asi ne tak, jak si přesně představuju kvalitní humor. Trochu mi to připomíná jeden dialog z filmu "Život Briana".
Judith: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
Loretta: I want to have babies.
Reg: You want to have babies?!
Loretta: It""s every man""s right to have babies if he wants
them.
Reg: But...you can""t have babies!
Loretta: Don""t you opress me!
Reg: I""m not opressing you, Stan. You haven""t got a womb.
Where is the foetus going to gestate? You""re going to keep it in a box?
Loretta: Sniff.
Judith: Here, I""ve got an idea. Suppose you agree that he
can""t actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody""s fault, not even the Romans"", but that he can have the right to have babies.
Rogers: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for
your right to have babies, brother. Sister! Sorry.
Reg: What""s the point?
Rogers: What?
Reg: What""s the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can""t have babies?
Rogers: It is symbolic of our struggle against opression.
Reg: Symbolic of his struggle against reality.