My husband and I went to one of those driver safety classes that insurance companies like their clients to attend in order to reduce bad decisions by drivers. We went in order to qualify for lower insurance premiums for the next three years.
Most of the people in our class were retired people. The class clowns soon made themselves known. Why do there have to be clowns in adult classes? Especially when they are not remotely witty? When the instructor asked everyone to print their names in large letters on the card that would be folded for a name plate at the front of everyone’s place, these guys decided they had to make a fuss about doing so, under the impression that making a fuss and pretending they couldn’t comply with this simple, reasonable request would be funny.
Are you laughing yet? I didn’t think so.
The entire class went that way. Every time the instructor asked us to do anything to participate more than simply listening and watching videos, they made a big fuss. And laughed too loudly about it. And slapped each other’s backsides. Yes, they were having a great time.
We wondered when they had come under the impression that behaving like spoiled juveniles was amusing or in any way entertaining. It probably comes from watching too many Hollywood movies, movies that are aimed at boys in early adolescence. And it has caught them in that mindset, stuck them at that level of mental and emotional immaturity.
I watch a lot of movies, but I have come to the point that I appreciate mostly the witty writing of 1930s and 1940s dramas and comedies. People of those eras seemed to know how to grow up, how to attain a level of some dignity and maturity. From the 1950s and on, youth worship replaced the concept of normal emotional and intellectual maturation in movies. I still like movies made after that period, but not so many.
The class clowns were perfect examples of why not.