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These are hilarious, but I don’t think I’d survive in a country where the national sport is trolling.
My family is like this. All we do is make fun of each other. It’s kept mostly internal (including close family friends) but that’s how we show love.
I still dress like a ranch hand about a quarter of the time even though I’m only out there to lend a hand once in a while. I showed up at my parent’s place while my siblings were in town while I was wearing my boots and a pearl snap shirt. In our group chat my dad still asks “Hey Cowboy, did ya yee any haws today?” and that’s been over a year.
My family is like this. All we do is make fun of each other. It’s kept mostly internal (including close family friends) but that’s how we show love.
Oof, my mom is like this. My entire childhood was: bullying at school, bullying on the playground, then coming home to mom making jokes at my expense while telling me to “learn to laugh at myself” when I got upset because her words sounded exactly like what bullies would say.
It’s one thing to poke fun at friends and peers who share your humor, but I hope adults recognize that kids are still developing their senses of self, and stuff like this can fuck them (and their relationships with their parents) up for life.
They call it banter rather than trolling, but yes.
The spaceship one was brutal.
At the same time, that’s one of the easiest ones to throw a funny response back
Played well, this could be a free pass for all the other times the person is late.
Next time they are late they can put on the silver jacket, enter the classroom with a space related excuse:
- Sorry, the traffic was awful on the asteroid belt
- My comet was delayed
- A gravitational anomaly threw me out of the solar system, it took me forever to come back
- …
These are great, I want more. The communion card was especially brutal.
This sounds like a magical place.
We call this “cutting tall poppies” in Australia.
I’ve always appreciated this story as an explanation for anyone who finds the concept foreign.
https://www.naturalhistorymag.com/htmlsite/editors_pick/1969_12_pick.html
Tall poppies is about criticising people who are boastful and self-aggrandising, not mocking people for wearing clothes they like.
(Your link doesn’t load for me so I don’t know if it directly contradicts me, my statement is based on my local understanding with confirmation from Wikipedia)
“The nail that sticks out the most get’s hammered first”
It’s nice to hear some witty and lighthearted ones because we do have a problem with that kind of thing straying into the territory of abuse and bullying.
The line between banter and bullying can be pretty simple: does the target find it funny, and can you take back what you dish out?
Yeah, but you never know how the targez takes it, so there is a risk. Personal I think a bit of banter is good for the mood, but you have to make it 1000% clear that you are making light hearted fun. Which isn’t always easy.
True, especially if it’s with a total stranger!
Turns out Derry Girls was an accurate portrayal of the Irish.
As an irish person (as in, born, raised and currently live in ireland), it is.
It’s a shame Americans think they’re Irish and you have to clarify yourself.
Sadly, a big part of these (admittedly clever and funny) put-downs is to enforce conformity. Makes it hard to have some degree of self-expression when you know you’re going to face ridicule for the smallest thing.
This kinda makes me want to go live in Ireland lol
i dont get the chilli one
edit: thanks everyone for explaining! not sure how i couldnt get chili con carne 😂
The dad’s name is Con Kearney which is similar to ‘con Carne’, as in ‘Chili con Carne’. I guess that dish is popular over there?
It’s like the one Mexican dish we know in Europe. You can order nachos or tacos at some places but they’re so far removed from the real deal it’s a crime to call it Mexican.
Yup. I live in the US and most “Mexican” food here is terrible. I’ve gotten to the point where I refuse to eat Mexican unless it’s in an establishment with soccer playing 24/7, mysterious jugs of liquid on the counter, and counter staff who struggle with English. Bonus points for dingy lighting. If I can’t order lengua or they don’t ask for clarification when i order cabesa, I’m out.
And even then it’s a toss up. Some great Mexican places give in and start adding American nonsense to their dishes. I want a variety of moles, fantastic beans, and salsas so hot the devil himself would get hiccups and I’m sold.
Twitter screenshots and a tumblr user celebrating that people get made fun of for trying to be a little fashionable. This kinda sucks …
