Liberals Whip SNL Comedian Like Lupita Nyong’o Over Slavery Skit

“No, that’s not what I’m saying!” she fired back. “I don’t want to be enslaved. Hell, I don’t even like working for you white folks right now, and y’all actually pay me! I’m just saying that back in those days, my love life would’ve been way better. The owner would’ve hooked me up with the finest guy on the property, and every nine months, I’d be sitting in the corner producing a super-baby.”

“Every nine months?”

“Every nine months! I’d just be in the corner popping them out—boom, Kobe! Boom, LeBron! That’s what I’m saying. I would’ve been the number one draft pick.”

Frankly, I don’t get the uproar. What’s so outrageously offensive about what she said? Sure, it’s a little edgy—well, maybe not even that edgy—but the massive outrage from critics simply doesn’t add up.

Judging by the sheer volume of backlash, you would’ve thought Leslie walked out onto that Studio 8H stage wearing thigh-high boots and a gold weave, pushing four strollers with crying babies in diapers, clutching a watermelon under one arm, a prop in the other, and a bucket of fried chicken in the cart. You would’ve thought she was buying four pounds of crab legs with an EBT card while yelling, “Y’all start the show yet? I need to get my babies home and put ’em to sleep!”

That is honestly how over-the-top people are reacting. It’s called satire.

Look, here is the plain reality: if we want Black artists and creators to thrive in mainstream American media, we can’t blow a fuse every single time they tackle controversial material. Part of being a stand-up comedian is having the creative range to push boundaries and poke fun at sensitive topics. That is the very essence of comedy. Nobody should have to clear their jokes through a committee before performing satire. That’s what she was doing, and she has every right to do it.

Anyone using words like “horrified” to describe a quick three-minute late-night comedy routine really needs to be tuned out. Sure, everyone is entitled to an opinion, but nobody should take that kind of hysterical outrage seriously.

It completely baffles me how certain critics get so deeply offended by a comedic bit about historical pairings, when in modern reality, people are completely free to date whoever they choose, yet so many end up making terrible personal choices or facing endless relationship drama. If people want to get real, we can get real, but most would rather keep it light—and that is precisely what Leslie Jones was attempting to do.

If you don’t like a comedian’s routine, just change the channel. Keep in mind that Chris Rock did a remarkably similar routine built on the exact same premise years ago, and nobody raised an eyebrow back then.

This level of outrage makes critics look overly sensitive and hypocritical. It almost makes me want to start a whole new organization: the NC-NC, or “National Coalition of People Who Complain A Lot About Small Stuff”—and trust me, “stuff” wasn’t the first word that came to mind, but I knew people would complain if I used my first choice.

At the end of the day, humor, much like beauty, is entirely in the eye of the beholder. If you don’t find a joke appealing, all you have to do is turn away and move on. It’s time to cancel the performative outrage once and for all.