It's the internet like the flu - it just spreads like crazy.
In many ways, not fitting in has been a comedic asset and a comedic resource.
I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way.
I love mixing with comedians when I'm working with them, but when I'm not I don't feel the need to hang around with them.
Maybe I fear things going wrong so much that I pre-empt them by not getting excited about them when they appear to be. going well.
In particular, I found praying very disturbing, like swimming with bricks tied to your feet. And yet I was drawn to it constantly.
I'm not really part of any group or clique or gang because that's always been my nature.
My life didn't really begin until I met Ronnie.
I didn't wash today. I wasn't dirty. If I'm not dirty, I don't wash. Some weeks I don't have to shower at all. I just groom my three basic areas: teeth, hair, and asshole. And to save time, I use the same brush.
Occasionally, some sitcoms still stereotype women - the old dragon or the dolly bird - but on the whole we've moved away from that.
There is no friendship in trade.