Feast your eyes upon the sink in the can at Emo’s on Red River while you contemplate today’s question.
What is “fun”?
Because of its early associations — many of which were not without their cheap French whiff of the meretricious (it’s not called ‘tomfoolery’ for nothin) — with practical jokes, cons, and hoaxes, Johnson in 1755 thought it a ‘low cant word’, but today everbody loves fun. In fact, in these days of plastic-scented anti-enlightenment, fun, especially if bouncy blonde beach babes bubble all over it, is often ordained as an end justifiable by any means. Does a truly innocent diversion exist? Does class enter into it? In what ways is fun subject, perhaps invisibly, to patriarchal dogma and assumptions made by the dominant culture?
I must know!