Social media and social interaction has made us intelligent.
Every word, phrase, sentence is some form of an -ist: racist, sexist, casteist, or some or the other -ist. It has been a while, since I told a joke. Apart from saying “Hydrogen and Nitrogen were sitting at a bar…,” we have no means to tell a joke. Someone or the other will construe an -ism in it. Perhaps I should take the side of elements in the periodic table and ask – how dare you involve chemical elements? I’d like to accuse that person as a chemical – ist – assuming, that’s a thing.
The folks who call out these -isms, often (almost always) portray these -isms. But who am I to tell them? They have already adorned the cape of neutrality and sense.
Sarcasm is the new humour. It is dancing on the corpse of humour.