As someone who jokes about everything, I’m sick and tired of people who think that bad jokes are somehow a violation of their civil rights:
A skydiving instructor who joked with a female student that he couldn’t be falling for her because he’s gay has filed a discrimination suit, claiming he was cut loose from his job because of the quip.
Donald Zarda was strapped tightly to the woman, identified only as Rosanna, as they floated to earth in a tandem jump June 18, when he told her, “Don’t worry, I’m gay.”
Rosanna complained to his then-boss at Skydive Long Island in Calverton, Ray Maynard.
Zarda says Maynard accused him of “inappropriate behavior” and also said he had touched the student “in a way that made her uncomfortable.”
“I’m 100 percent gay,” Zarda told The Post.
“So, you’re accusing me — the gay guy — of touching the girl inappropriately?
“The situation is so bizarre.”
Bizarre. Strange. Weird. There’s another synonym here, somewhere.
Dealing with the humor-impaired is a career hazard every smart-aleck must face, but the answer to getting fired for making a joke isn’t to hire a lawyer and sue for “discrimination.” To do so is to become part of the problem, rather than part of the solution.
If Donald Zarda really wanted to fight this kind of stuff, he’d start his own gay tandem skydiving business: “We’re here, we’re queer, we’re strapped to your back.”
That’s just a joke, folks. Sue me.
(Via Memeorandum.)




