544: Comedic Taste

This was the one and only time I went to a comedy club. Of the comedians, only the Jewish one did I really get. I mean, I grew up in one of the whitest states in the union. I can literally count the amount of African-Americans I knew on one hand: My jazz band teacher and the adopted kid that never got in trouble, because my private school was so proud that it had a minority. In high school I knew one Middle Eastern family and we had Chinese neighbors down the street. So humor based on being black or Latino, just totally went over my head.