If you have any female friends or family members who are considering a career in comedy, who don’t have the sense to say no when a guy asks if he can rub one out in front of them, you might need to pull them aside and try to talk some sense into them, because Louis CK is back doing standup, and I’d hate for him to have to sit down for another year and a half. I don’t even know if we have that much time left.
The other day, he received a standing ovation at something called Skankfest, in one of his first major appearances since it was revealed, er, confirmed, that he likes to polish the bishop while aspiring female comedians sit there and pretend not to be disturbed, and surreptitiously choke his chicken while he’s on the phone with them. He’s also done a show here in St. Louis, and the infamous set in which he brought up the excellent point that the Parkland, FL, gun control activist kids’ opinion shouldn’t matter just because they went to a school that got shot up—they weren’t even the ones that got shot!
Of course the worst people on the Internets were none too pleased, some of them pointing out that CK’s standing ovation doesn’t really count, because it was at a venue that doesn’t have any chairs, which is discriminatory against large brothers of a certain age, who might need to have a seat on occasion, while others alleged that comedy clubs still allowing Louis to perform is a workplace safety issue for female comedians who’d rather not watch him badger the witness—this despite the fact that the main incident from the New York Times story, as I recall, was at a hotel after the show, and he denies pleasuring himself while on the phone, which was smart, since that’s impossible to prove.
Some of the most vocal anti-CK advocacy has been from female comedians no one ever heard of, whose real concern, as was the case with the girls who ratted him out to the Times, is that they could never dream of being as talented, or successful, as him. Arguably, the girls who had to watch him spank the monkey have a legitimate complaint, in that they suffered the ultimate sacrifice, for a woman, and they didn’t receive anything in exchange other than whatever benefit, if any, they derived from watching him beat his meat. (They must enjoy it on a certain level, right?) They were never going to make it in comedy, but Louis could have at least asked if they wanted some chicken fingers, or money for a cab ride home.
Just because you’ve received verbal consent in advance, thus rendering invalid any subsequent complaints about your actions, doesn’t absolve you of your obligation to be considerate.
Take it easy on yourself,