In a moment of sublime absurdity, we find silicon-pumped porn star Pamela Anderson cast in the role of the Virgin Mary in a Hindu-Canadian’s up-coming TV show, “Russell Peters Christmas Special.” Peters is a Hindu-Canadian comedian, we’re told, as if comedy sanctions blasphemy. “The Role She Was Born to Play,” says Jen Chancy, for the Washington Post. From a liberal paper, such a slogan is more truth than headline. Truth is in a jest, says the old Jewish grandmother…
Pamela Anderson, in “virgin” white. Mike Blake/REUTERS
Of course, the silicon celebrity has already been slithering up to Hindu ways. The artificially-breasted Anderson donned a white saree, designed by Bombay-based Ashley Rebello, on Bigg Boss (the New Dehli TV equivalent of American Big Brother). So, when the white culture is burnt out on you, you take your wares to the darkies. When you’re too old for younger set Caucasians, you take your white sacks to the shadows. The light shineth in darkness. Works every time, wrinkles and all.
Bombs-away from Bombay, to New Dehli “Hindi TV.”
It is truly appropriate, in the name of Hindu comedy, to pick porno Pam for the little Palestinian teenage mother, Mary. What could be more agonal in contrast? What could be more visually, emotionally, and psychological more dramatic? It is like a chess board in full regalia, as it were. Chess apparently originated in the Hindi court of the 6th century Guptas, according to the Persian poet Ferdowsi (writing in the late 9th century). White against Dark. This is the new Pamela Anderson ‘chest’ game, or so it appears. Ah, well, the show must go on.
Comedy is what it is. It seems always to have had a place, as entertainment of the more “intellectual” side. It might be difficult to ascertain whether the circus, the jester, or the physical entertainer preceded the thought entertainer; it might be said that thought entertainment evolved from prophecy, history-telling, or poetry. On thing is certain: comedy today incorporates all manner of blasphemy. This is part and parcel. Blasphemy is also contained in what is called modern “art,” especially of the male homosexual sort, like Andres Serrano‘s urine-submerged crucifix.
Comedy is potentially dangerous, with a door always open to inversion. Anything can be turned upside down, or inside out. The impact is based on the significance or importance of the subject. If it is sacred, then comedy is blasphemous. If the subject is serious, the comedy is silly. It is a matter of degrees, in a way. “Humor,” we call it. Interestingly, humor is from a Latin word, humorem, referring to fluid or moisture. According to the OED, its first application is to fluid, in plant or animal, as sap or blood. By Medieval times, it was used in medicinal circles to mean ill, as in lymphatic lumps, visible in the neck. This usage continued well into the 19th century. Lymph nodes were called humors. Today we call it cancer.
So what is humor, a choking of the natural flow of thought? What is comedy, a relief from the drone of reality? a break in the flow? a necessary hiatus of reason?
Hard to say. BadEagle.com has obviously found sport in the subject of Pamela Anderson in the past, but this always purported to be based on the ironic inconsistencies (hypocrisies?) in her political positions and the practices of her personal life. Has this been legitimate humor (if there is such an item)? I’ve also been a great advocate of Freudian sexual theory, so I may have declared my house glass to wit. Well, one can joke about oneself, no?
In the end, we might even say levity may be the soul of wit, but it is simply too flighty a thing to build a house on. Just to write a blog on now and then.