JUST THINKING: Blonde jokes
A friend recently told me a couple of blonde jokes to pass along to my youngest daughter, who has a quick sense of humor. I’m not usually a fan of jokes that put down or are mean toward an entire category of people. But these were clean jokes and quite honestly, really funny.
The thing you have to know about me is that I rarely can pull off a joke as it was meant to be told. I tend to either remember the punch line or a few scattered details leading up to the funny part, but then can’t remember how it ends. Sometimes I get myself laughing so hard trying to remember the darn thing, that I become the joke. Especially when I snort.
Well anyway, in the process of trying to remember these jokes my friend wanted me to pass along, I started to think about why I found them so funny. That’s when I realized it’s because I relate a little too closely with the typecast blondes at the heart of this type of humor.
I’m not saying I think I’m dumb or can’t take a joke. I’m just saying that I frequently misinterpret what people are saying: “A blonde was asked what the capital of California was. ‘That’s easy,’ she said. ‘It’s C.’” That’s me.
Lots of times, too, the humor of a joke doesn’t hit me until later: “How do you make a blonde laugh on Saturday? Tell her a joke on Wednesday.” That’s me.
And sometimes I don’t get the obvious: “One day a blonde decided to get a cell phone. After talking with the salesman, she finally selected a model and signed up for the service. Over the next few days, she called her friends and gave them her new number. A few days later while shopping, her phone rang for the first time. Surprised, she answered it. It was her best friend. Completely dumbfounded, she asked in amazement. ‘How did you know where to call me?’” Pretty sure I’ve done this.
What I’m trying to say is that I have a tendency to be a little, for lack of a better term, dingy. And quite honestly, a lot of these jokes could be about me and I’ve been a brunette all my life. I guess the important part is that I can laugh at how goofy I sometimes am: “A blonde is walking down the street when she suddenly falls inside an uncovered manhole. She climbs her way back up the ladder and manages to crawl all the way up, her clothes getting torn in the process. When she gets back to the top, she wipes off the sweat from her forehead and says, ‘Thank goodness the hole wasn’t covered or I never would have made it out.’”
OK, so I may not be that out of sync, but I actually get the humor and it made me laugh right out loud.