From Jason Lief
I happened to turn on the Emmys the other night just in time to catch Jimmy Kimmel presenting an award. Only he didn't just present... he broke into a comedy bit at the expense of Matthew McConaughey. If you're interested here's the clip:
Whenever anyone asks me how I'm doing lately I usually respond the same way: miserable. At first they don't know what to say... and then I smile, which lets them relax. They get it—stupid question. I'm lugging around a ten pound swollen leg with a blood clot stuck in it somewhere... how do you think I'm doing? Comedy has a way of cutting through the pretense... comedians get to say stuff that none of the rest of us dare say, because they're joking after all. My ten year old son seems to be mastering the comedian way. If we tell him to do something he doesn't want to do, or doesn't like, he give us a smart, sassy, answer. But before we can get angry he lets out s smile with a twinkle in his eye. 'Wait... is he joking?" I ask myself. BY then it's too late. He's off. My wife blames my side of the family.