Cathy Seipp Roast
Well, I haven't done my writeup yet? Why not? Three reasons. First, Julie hasn't uploaded the pictures yet. I want pictures. Second, a lot of other people have already written about it, spurring feelings of both laziness (it's covered, already) and intimidation/competitiveness (I'd better really concentrate and write the bestest summary ever).
Mostly, though, there's the third reason. Which is something Cathy said. It was really racist, an off-color joke that she started to tell and was interrupted by something else. I mean, I'm not sure what exactly she was saying, but I'm pretty sure it was racist. You know, because she's conservative and stuff.
Ahem. Apologies for the inside/roast joke.
It really was something she said, though. Basically, she said that being at this roast was like watching her own eulogy, because Cathy has lung cancer and may not be overly long for this world. She actually referred to the infamous scene in Huckleberry Finn where he and Tom Sawyer return after long weeks (months? days?) on an island and barge in on their own funeral.
Anyway, point is that that gave the thing this strange poignancy, even for all of the jokes (including cancer jokes). I was and have been quite sad to hear about Cathy's illness, to an extent that really surprised me as we've only had maybe two things you could call social interactions.
Still, Cathy's World has become a bit of a fixture in my life, and it's weird to think of it being gone. To some extent that's an ADD thing--enjoying patterns, enjoying things that are dependable--but, on the other, it's just because Cathy's columns are vibrant and fun. Also, because I worry about Maia (who I really talk to with some consistency) and because of it reminding me that my mom's family tends not to live that long and she's getting up in years.
Maybe most of all, it's been a nice boost to my day, even when things are hectic, to check in on Cathy skewering people and get that first post in. It being gone and her being gone are something that bother me more than I like to think about. Anyway, though the roast was fun, maybe even magical, has been said elsewhere, it's hard to really grapple with it and all of the emotions attached.
Well, that's a long prelude. More later.
Mostly, though, there's the third reason. Which is something Cathy said. It was really racist, an off-color joke that she started to tell and was interrupted by something else. I mean, I'm not sure what exactly she was saying, but I'm pretty sure it was racist. You know, because she's conservative and stuff.
Ahem. Apologies for the inside/roast joke.
It really was something she said, though. Basically, she said that being at this roast was like watching her own eulogy, because Cathy has lung cancer and may not be overly long for this world. She actually referred to the infamous scene in Huckleberry Finn where he and Tom Sawyer return after long weeks (months? days?) on an island and barge in on their own funeral.
Anyway, point is that that gave the thing this strange poignancy, even for all of the jokes (including cancer jokes). I was and have been quite sad to hear about Cathy's illness, to an extent that really surprised me as we've only had maybe two things you could call social interactions.
Still, Cathy's World has become a bit of a fixture in my life, and it's weird to think of it being gone. To some extent that's an ADD thing--enjoying patterns, enjoying things that are dependable--but, on the other, it's just because Cathy's columns are vibrant and fun. Also, because I worry about Maia (who I really talk to with some consistency) and because of it reminding me that my mom's family tends not to live that long and she's getting up in years.
Maybe most of all, it's been a nice boost to my day, even when things are hectic, to check in on Cathy skewering people and get that first post in. It being gone and her being gone are something that bother me more than I like to think about. Anyway, though the roast was fun, maybe even magical, has been said elsewhere, it's hard to really grapple with it and all of the emotions attached.
Well, that's a long prelude. More later.
posted by David N. Scott at 1:07 PM
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