This resonated with me for many reasons and then – I read the comments the writer had to deal with. Unfortunately, I was not at all surprised she had to put up with yet another man, explaining to her how she should be.
Some people just don’t get it and I have to give the author credit for her patience. If the topic had to do with racism, I am sure the commenters would have agreed with her blog.
But since it had to do with women, oh well then, we are still considered fair game on how we should think and respond and many men feel it is their obligation to explain that to us.
We still have a long ways to go.
All too often, gross remarks – be they racist, sexist, homophobic or otherwise abusive and vile – are excused or condoned on the grounds of irony; that because they were meant to be humorous, they can’t possibly be offensive. And if somebody is offended, then they’re either oversensitive or incapable of laughter – either way, though, the problem is with them, not the joke-teller.
Except that, no: it’s not.
Generally speaking, there are two reasons why people make ironically offensive jokes: either they think we live in such a post-racist, post-sexist, post-discriminatory world that the act of mimicking historical abuses cannot possibly reinforce those abuses, on account of how they no longer really exist; or they secretly think the stereotypes which underlie offensive jokes have some basis in reality, and are therefore funny because they’re true. The former person can be anything from genuinely well-intentioned but oblivious to belligerently convinced…
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idisagreecompletely 
Whoa! This is more than slogging through a swamp in hip-waders!
Come on, baby, light my fire! This stuff will set me off big time. Call me Mount St Helen’s. This old broad goes from cold to the big blast in, oh, 0.001 seconds flat.
More than one has tried that and learned not to go down that road with me. Not much will set me off instantly, but that will.
The PeachPit
I know exactly what you mean. I’m the same way. That’s why I admire the blogger who was so patient. I’m not. Not when it comes to that.