or possibly hundreds that many of you are currently juggling.
Three. Stand up for what you believe in, as long as I believe in the same thing. Those of
you who’d like to ban assault rifles, I am behind you 100 percent. Take the front lines,
give it your all, and don’t back down until you win. Do not, however petition to have a
Balthus painting removed from the Met because you can see the subject’s underpants.
The goal is to have less in common with the Taliban, not more.
Four. Be yourself. Unless yourself is an asshole. How will I know if I’m an asshole? you’re
probably wondering. Well, pay attention. Do people avoid you? Every time you park the
car or do your laundry do you wind up engaged in some sort of conflict?
An example: Not to pat myself on the back, but I’ve been doing some work the past few
years with a group called Love, Hope, Strength. What they do is get people to donate bone
marrow, and what I like is that they allow me to tell outrageous lies about them. “If you
sign up,” I promise audiences at my readings, “you will get to have sex with the most
attractive member of the cancer patient’s family—young or old, they can not by law
refuse you.”
People don’t donate their bone marrow in the theater, of course. Rather someone swabs
the inside of their cheek, and they fill out a quick form. It’s rare to find a match, but it
does happen. The cut off age is 50, so I tell the audience that. Then I announce that
whoever registers with Love, Hope, Strength can come right to the front of the book
signing line. This is how you get your donors. That said, if I have, say, 2,000 people in the
theater, 50 might take the bait. That doesn’t sound like much, but it’s actually a good
number, and if you’re going to 40 cities it adds up.
So I’m in Napa, California, and this woman, maybe around sixty-five, claims that I’m
being ageist, and that if I don’t let her cut to the front of the book signing line she’s going
to take the producer of the show to court and sue for discrimination. Now, this is a fairly
small theater. I have 20 people who’ve signed up to donate bone marrow. I’d told the
audience it doesn’t hurt at all, that they can, in fact, undergo the extraction while they’re
having sex with the cancer patient’s family member of their choice. This is the biggest lie
of all, as it is, in fact, an excruciating procedure. Here are 20 people willing to endure a
great deal of pain, not to benefit someone they know, but to possibly save the life of a
complete stranger. And this woman says that unless I let her come to the front of the line,
she’ll sue. She’s taking her selfish desire to get home as quickly as possible and masking it
as a fight against injustice.
Now that’s an asshole, the person you never want to be. I wrote in her book, “You are a
horrible human being.” And of course, she laughed, thinking I was kidding. That’s the
drawback to writing humor. People always think you’re kidding. “No, I mean it,” I told
her. “You’re awful.”
She laughed harder.