January 2011
1 post
Notes on Compassionate Laughter
Sometimes laughter is mean; you don’t intend for it to be so…but somehow it gets there. Usually, when I say “I’m going to hell” or “I’m driving the bus (to hell)”, it’s because I feel like the snark might have snuck slightly over that line.
There’s laughing at someone, laughing with them or near them, there’s laughing at...
