It’s our bi-weekly 251 digest. A reader asks:
I’ve noticed that you don’t publish much sexual humor on 251, or at least not nearly as much as comedy magazines did in the 60s and 70s. Is sex less funny than it used to be?
It’s a great question. Though we fear no censor, at 251 we tread lightly on matters sexual.
We aim to be a “family friendly” humor website. We don’t want to publish anything you wouldn’t feel comfortable reading it at the kitchen table, along with your children and their lovers.
And if this makes us a little prudish, well so be it. Call me Mr. Prude.
Now, are there exceptions? Of course. The main ones being:
- We will publish cartoons where two rabbits are having sex.
- We will publish cartoons where three rabbits are having sex.
- We will publish cartoons where one rabbit does another up the ass.
- We will publish cartoons where a rabbit is furiously jacking off with a carrot.
These being the main exceptions, and this cartoon from Jack Reilly being pretty much exactly what we mean:
But as far as “low humor” or “gutter comedy” or “pre-adolescent hooplah,” that’s it. Because in an increasingly childish culture, 251 aims for something more cultivated, cultured, and literate.
With another major exception being poop jokes, which we seriously cannot get enough of:
Thank you Kathryn Baecht for this.
But no more exceptions! For over the past two weeks we have published humor at 251 touching all the major academic disciplines, such as literature, film, and moths:
- Lady Macbeth Tries to Remove Waterproof Makeup by Miriam Jayaratna & Talia Argondezzi, an impressively close parody
- And Coming Soon by Richard Burgauer, which finally fleshes out the My Dinner With Andre Cinematic Universe
- Varieties of Moth, Categorized by What They Sound Like by Chris Eno McMahon, which includes “Dingy Shell” and “Cocksfoot”
And then there’s more, so much more than this newsletter digest could possibly contain, to be found at twofiftyone.net.
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