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Bill Cosby is one of my heroes. I love Fat Albert, pudding pops, and I guess I like hearing kids talk about Pokemon on "Kids Say The Darndest Things." But, as a 19 year old, I just wasn't feeling his stand-up at De Anza College last Wednesday. I've been psyched for the chance to see the Cosby ever since I learned he was going to perform at the Flint center.

I got bummed when I learned he would be talking about social issues and psyched again when I learned he was actually going to be doing the stand up. Now, I kind of wish he had talked about social issues. In the Flint center that night, I may have been the only 19 year old in attendance. Needless to say, most of the jokes went over my head. When a lot of the punch lines have to do with the new Alzheimer's medicine, I have a tough time getting in on the humor.

It's an unfortunate generation gap. Not just the subject content, I'm accustomed to seeing a complete different style in standup. I have no trouble laughing with Dave Attell and Pablo Francisco. With these two ignoring the intimate seemingly unscripted story time routine of Cosby, it leaves me wondering if my generation is just accustomed to a different type of act. For the latter part of his show, I stood stone-faced simply wondering how much more I had to endure.

For me, what sells Cosby's jokes are his facial expressions. I laughed at the Rambo impressions in "UHF."

The expressions I laugh at are exaggerated to be ridiculous and therefore comedic. Cosby's expressions are a one liner in themselves. I like the thought, it sounds good in my mind, but I just couldn't muster a laugh out of it. But, who knows?

I'll give Bill a chance again, I can't be mad at the Jello man. Give me thirty-five years.

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