I have to get this thought out of my head before I go to bed tonight. I just sat through ten mostly painful minutes or so of Ricky Gervais having an intimate conversation in front of a television camera and goddammit, I really wish I hadn’t.
I’m a huge fan of Ricky Gervais. Have been for over a decade. I love his TV shows, his podcasts, and some of his standup. The less said about his movies, the better. But the point is, I’m a fan. A huge fan. Just so we’re clear.
So I sat through this horrible conversation where Gervais and Dawkins congratulate themselves on their mutual distaste for religion. Feel free to follow that link. Or not. Here’s the point: Fuck smug. I fucking hate smug. I hate smug atheists, smug Christians,
smug Jews, smug Buddhists, smug I probably don’t need to elaborate on this point.
Smug is a huge character flaw. Like being a rapist.
Oh my God, can you imagine how fucking annoying a smug rapist would be?
Anyway, if you have smug anywhere within you, I don’t care how much I love you, it’s a side to you that I really fucking hate. The way I hate rapists. And you should seriously work on it.* It won’t be enough to make me stop loving you. I still love Ricky Gervais. But I love him more when he’s not being a smug prick. Or making movies.
Anyway, that’s something that’s been coming to a boil in my head for a few years now and this seemed like a good opportunity to get it out of there.
Off to bed…
*In the interests of staving off the people who want to know if I’m talking about them, no, I’m not. I don’t hang out with smug cocks. Congratulations.