The Internet was ubiquitously lamenting that while humankind was reaching further out into space than we've ever dared, we were still more self-obsessed, facile and inward-looking than ever. Kam's arse was the epitome of our own navel - capturing our collective gaze.
Doing comedy IS very cool, it IS so much fun and it is FULL of pretentious, I didn't get enough attention growing up so I'll cut everyone else down, competitive, non-entertainers. Please tell me what other job is the following ever somehow acceptable: "I'm getting paid anyway so who cares". This is just as bad as the audience who have paid and don't care.
What happened last night? Where did I leave Daniel? Why is my bed wet? Once I wrangle together my material possessions, find the location of my test subject and tip the maid, I relax in transit and begin to collate my findings from the previous day. Today is different, I have none of those anxieties.
Once I'd made my friend cry for his racist pie-crust chimney joke, I can't say I felt particularly great about myself. I felt like I'd crushed what was, however misguided, a perfectly commendable intention - to cheer somebody's day up a bit. Daniel O'Reilly had the same intention. He just failed on a spectacular scale. And if he's truly contrite, then maybe we could lay down the righteousness for a bit and show him some compassion.
It has always struck me how overqualified a 'female comedian' has to be to make her debut on a panel show. A sell-out tour, an award nomination or two, acting roles in sitcoms, writing credits for sitcoms - a combination of all these seems to be required.
With the exception of royalty, spelling and humour (humor), most Brits and Americans like to think of their countries as culturally rather similar. You would be forgiven for thinking this is most obvious in the globalized world of business.
I think he was totally aware of his actions and genuinely found them amusing but I think the motive behind all of this was far darker - a hunger for fame. Producing these pithy posts gained him followers - it's a short cut route to notoriety that the likes of the aforementioned Katie Hopkins know how to navigate.
I'm getting pretty tired of explaining to people why rape jokes aren't funny. Instead, I have begun asking the perpetrators of such jokes why they think the jokes are funny. Desperately, I seek humour in punchlines about holding a knife to a woman's throat, about binding her with rope, about "raping that bitch".
In the Cath Kidson filled kitchen, we find dear Ed; flailing about as he simultaneously tries to get his soufflé to rise; and convince Dappy, E L James, and Joeys Essex and Barton to play ball over VAT reform.
This week, I've been mostly thinking about the pros and cons of working from home, which I'd like to share. I'll begin with the bad news...
Dapper Laughs show wasn't banned. His series ran for it's full length on ITV2. The channel decided they won't recommission a second series. That is not a ban and to argue this is a way to reframe the debate and shift things from the true discussion about misogyny that should be taking place.
Before we start the parties and congratulate everyone for whipping up a Twitter storm, there are a few things to carefully consider. Yes, ITV should have known better - but what about everyone sat at home, scrolling through Dapper's social media accounts and laughing along?
Like a lot of young men, Dapper Laughs needs to be brought into the fold. It's too easy, and possibly too predictable to call for him to be banned. Let's not make a marginalised hero of this guy. Why not follow him on social media so we can understand exactly what it means NOT to be a man and work back from there. Instead, why not have a truth and reconciliation agreement. Failings of the past can be admitted and forgiven, and the 1.7m audience who mistakenly clicked on 'like' can be educated and mentored in a positive way to create some real change.
What my biggest problem is is that there is no redemption with Dapper Laughs. He never puts himself in any situations that undermine him. That's a big problem in comedy and I think a big underlining statement about the real man behind Dapper. He clearly sees this guy as extension of himself.
My daughter has a fight on her hands. She won't be married off at nine or twelve. But at nine or twelve she will already be exposed to fashion aimed at her which sexualises her, she will perhaps like female pop stars whose pert bums as crucial to ticket sales as their music. She will have started to get comments, positive and negative about her face and figure. I want the sky to be the limit for both of my children, but it is already clear that my son's ambition will be celebrated and the size of his bottom under much less scrutiny.
There are few things in life that gives the average person more power than naming a baby. You get to choose what a human being is called forever (or until they turn 16 and can change it by deed poll).
The last time a nation embraced these kind of ideas, six million Jews ended up dead. The left wing "witch hunt" as Andrew calls it is not about infringing upon the rights of some whining, entitled, right wing, heterosexual, middle class white guy who has enjoyed many a success at the BBC. This is about challenging dangerous ideas.
The latest manner of undermining him this week is by trolling his Twitter feed and replying 'Parklife!' to his tweets. Trolling is okay if you're trolling Russell Brand. It says so in Twitter's introductory page.
As my budding writer displayed so beautifully in point two, text talk drives me insane. It is really so taxing to write, 'I am' as opposed to 'ima' (vomit), or another favourite among word thieves, 'yea'. I think they mean 'yeah' but by that point, I've lost interest.