I am a playwright and PhD candidate, so I’ve wasted much of my life watching crap online. To give you an idea: during Covid, my housemate and I painstakingly ranked different performances of Chicago’s final electrifying dance number, The Hot Honey Rag.
Regrettably, this article isn’t about critiquing toe-tapping murderesses vying for a comeback; it’s about what I find funny on the world wide web. These days, my algorithm mostly alerts me to red flags of narcissistic abuse, OnlyFans creators testing Instagram’s boundaries, and some harmless astrology. Sadly, none of the current content is particularly funny, but I’ve gone to great lengths scrolling through innumerable chat histories to a time when the internet still made me lol.
