I frowned at the screen as the live audience laughed. This comedian just wasn’t doing it for me. But Joelle laughed from the other side of the couch, and I knew I’d have to watch the rest of it.
My silence must have warranted a glance over at me because Joelle was quick to comment on my sour expression.
“Come on, Dorothy. It was just a joke.”
She rolled her eyes to emphasis her response, and I was tempted to follow suit.
“Insulting someone is never funny. It just proves that they have no other jokes.”
“It’s funny because it always comes from truth.”
“No, it doesn’t. It usually comes from stereotypes, and even if there’s any truth backing it, it doesn’t make it better. You know you wouldn’t want someone mocking you on a stage. It only makes you feel better when it’s someone else.”
Joelle rolled her eyes again. It was a quite annoying quirk she had.
“We’ll agree to disagree.”
I bit my tongue. Such a large part of me wanted to continue to argue, but I knew she wouldn’t come around. I was trying to teach myself how to avoid losing battles before they started. Hopefully this time I would succeed.