The New Camp (part 1)

by H.P.

Have you ever laughed really hard at something while your friends stare at you like you’re mean spirited? Or have you ever had to defend a joke for being “stupid” even though you know the humor lies in how “stupid” it is? And/or have you ever laboriously tried to explain to someone why John Waters films are funny?

If you answered yes to any of those questions, then you, my friend, may have a sense of camp.

Often, Mark and I will be at a party when he’ll want to share a scene from Showgirls. I’ll usually lean and say “Honey, they won’t get it.” And, frankly, 99% of the time, I’m right. Not everyone gets why a woman screaming about her blue blood nouveau riche woes is fucking hilarious. Not everyone gets why a bio gay boy whining and complaining about his academic debt to his plaintive trans partner is comedy gold.

Yet, *we* do.

I’d like to share with all of you what I consider the cream of the crop as far as the new camp goes. I think that, as an appreciator of camp, you tend to seek out raw talent devoid of orchestral score, big name Hollywood power, and CG polish. I present to you, for your weekend viewing, the new camp.

“Ajumma! Are you Krazy?”

Falling in Love with Chris and Greg

2 Tickets to the Movies

Mulberry Commons

Lars

Sophisticated Side Ponytail