Make Happy

“I like the word ‘poop’ because when you say poop your mouth does the same motion your butthole does when it poops.”

Fourteen days since I first watched the new Bo Burnham special Make Happy and I haven’t had a thought unrelated to it since. So to rid myself of these ceaseless thoughts—to make my way out of this labyrinth—I thought I’d write and write and write about it. I thought I’d think too much about thinking too much. I thought I’d get introspective and never make some fucking noise.

So. Bo Burnham. Modern self-consciousness. Existentialism. Metafiction. Social media.

Segways are weird.

Look at the following quote:

“I look at the young people and I feel like, I was born in 1990 and I was sort of raised in America when it was a cult of self-expression, and I was just taught, you know, “express myself, I have things to say and everyone will care about them.” And I think everyone was taught that and most of us found out no one gives a shit what we think. So we flock to performers by the thousands because we’re the few who have found an audience and then I’m supposed to get up here and say “follow your dreams” as if this is a meritocracy. It is not. Okay? I had a privileged life, and I got lucky, and I’m unhappy. They say it’s like the “me” generation, it’s not. The arrogance is taught, or it was cultivated, it’s self-conscious, that’s what it is. It’s conscious of self. Social media, it’s just the market’s answer to a generation that demanded to perform, so the market said “Here, perform everything, to each other, all the time, for no reason.” It’s prison, it’s horrific, it is performer and audience melded together. What do we want more than to lie in our bed at the end of the day and just watch our life as a satisfied audience member? I know very little about anything, but what I do know is that if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.”

Ha. Ha. Ha. Classic. Comedy.

Hmm… Let’s see.

Everyone who was part of the Bo fandom in 2009 had to deal with the hell that was American Virgin.

There was also Funny People/Yo Teach!

And Hall Pass.

And the Kroll Show.

AND SIN BIN. REMEMBER THAT ONE?? Bo had to learn how to drive stick shift and was totally playing it up for the camera.

One time, Bo made a song that he never released and was erased from the internet forever. I STILL REMEMBER THE LYRICS AND WHAT IT SOUNDED LIKE. IT WAS SO GOOD. WHY.

Once upon a time, Bo made a Tumblr (originally mynameisboburnham) and followed a bunch of Bo blogs.

Bo was in the Vanity Fair magazine once and he looked super dapper.

Katie Silk. Don’t ask. The video is gone. Just. Wow. That was a thing that happened.

Bo was at Bonnaroo one time.

YOU DON’T WANT ONE OF THESE HONDAS? WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY? THIS IS HONDA CITY. …HAWNDAH.

Bo was featured as a weird Facebook guy.

OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT…

HAS THAT EVER- HAS THAT EVER HAPPENED? [SCREAMING]

Want to learn how to play piano? Want to get laid? Bo’s got you covered.

Okay, I’m definitely missing a lot of stuff.

hypothetically ;] aka fuck you

bo singing HSM