I watched South Park the other day at lunch.
I’m not a huge fan of the adult cartoon variety. But South Park is brilliant. It’d been awhile since I’d seen an episode and I needed a fix. So I indulged.
There I was, in public, laughing my face off, crying.
And then, as I always do, I got incredibly jealous of the creators of South Park for having the job they do and for being able to write such hilarity on such a consistent basis.
Their timing is impeccable. The way the characters say what they say, the tone they use, and the careful placement of profanity is brilliance in motion. And as sophomoric as you may think the humor is, they draw deep on the human condition.
My jealousy soon turned into an admirable respect. Because that sh*t is hard.
Ever tried writing a humor piece? Or even telling a joke to friends? Making people laugh is a high art form.
Now, you may not like South Park. You may even hate it. But you have to respect the feat of writing solid, comedic gold consistently for almost 20 years (look at The Simpsons — still doing it after almost 30 years)…
I see it as utter brilliance. A miracle in its purest form.
The way the metaphysicist in me sees it, this is nothing short of a spiritual undertaking. Even if they have a team of writers. Even if the show has taken on a life of its own and grown into a huge, mass-market machine.
Spontaneity, irreverence, slapstick, and shenanigans are all part of the creative spirit. Vulgarity and all. The high and the low of it. All beautiful in their own ways.
I’m going to ‘meditate’ over another episode now.