What’s the difference between a food critic and the boss of Top Shop? Sounds like the first line of a bad joke, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not – it’s a question about the difference between the acceptable and unacceptable use of humour in the workplace. On the one hand “I was only joking” is the excuse of bullies the world over. But on the other, who gets to decide when humour – or “banter” as Sir Philip Green described it – crosses the line?
The food critic William Sitwell has just lost his job as the editor of the Waitrose magazine – he jumped before he was pushed – because he mildly mocked vegans in an e-mail to someone who pitched him an idea for a column on “plant-based” recipes.
His response: “How about a series on killing vegans, one by one. Ways to trap them? How to interrogate them properly? Expose their hypocrisy? Force-feed them meat? Make them eat steak and drink red wine?” Okay, it’s hardly Peter Kay. But being slightly acerbic in a hyperbolic kind of way is Sitwell’s thing. Square plates are an “abomination” he has insisted, for instance. This was just more of the same. Sitwell doing Sitwell.
Now presumably, the person who received this e-mail didn’t believe that Mr Sitwell was actually plotting the serial murder of plant eaters. Had she believed this she would have forwarded the e-mail to the police and not to another journalist. But instead, by forwarding it to the press, and thence to the unforgiving mob on Twitter, the plant-based recipe provider decided that it was better to expose Sitwell to the judge and jury of online keyboard warriors. They predictably insisted Sitwell was abusing his position and called for his scalp.
So, when is taking-the-piss morally unacceptable? I am not a free speech warrior of the absolutist kind. There are circumstances where the power imbalance between the joke-teller and the person being joked about is such that humour is indeed a version of bullying. There are children whose lives are made impossible by playground taunting. Some humour is designed to belittle, to diminish, to harm. As a rule of thumb, humour is fine when it punches up – and this must be protected in all circumstances – but not when it punches down.
But one subject is so inherently funny that it feels almost impossible not to ridicule: piety. From the piety of lettuce munchers, the piety of Remainers on the People’s March, to the age-old pieties of religious belief itself. George Orwell reckoned that fascism could never prosper in a country that took pride in its piss-taking – Goose-stepping Nazis could never flourish within a culture that gave us Monty Python and the Ministry of Silly Walks.
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SubscribeBeing able to laugh at oneself, modesty and self deprecation are all marks of a gentleman… Rare in todays exponential rule of the lower middle class aspirante pond life… but they are such fun to wind up like endless clockwork mice !