Cracks Within A Girls' Laughter

In chapter 7, Offred is talking to Moira, who said she did a paper on Date Rape. Offered says, “Date rape, I said, you’re so trendy. It sounds like some kind of dessert. Date Rape.” Following with Moria laughing at Offered for her “joke” and then telling Offered to grab her coat. The two then leave the building that they were in and go on about their day. Offred is viewed as having a dark sense of humor, which again, is seen in chapter 16, the Commander just finishes up with having sex with SJ (Serena Joy) and Offred, and Serena is extremely irritated about all of this. “He nods, then turns and leaves the room, closing the door with exaggerated care behind him, as if both of us are his ailing mother. There’s something hilarious about this, but I don’t dare laugh.” It is seen that Offred mostly views many situations as funny, while also expressing high discomfort. But what exactly is this? This is, to me, being in an uncomfortable situation but using laughter as a way to cope with the situation no matter how bad it is. For me, back when my Father left my life for years, my way of coping was laughing and joking about it until the pain went away. But the pain never really goes away, does it? No. As time moves on you really get adjusted to the situation but the pain never really leaves. I feel as if I relate to Offred, in some situations she can control her laughter, but other situations, she just can’t because it’s uncontrollable. I know that feeling of feeling confused; not wanting to laugh but instead it just comes out unexpectedly and then you have everyone looking at you as if you’re crazy or a heartless person. The day when my cat passed away, I was hurt, my chest felt heavy and I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. My hands were shaking as I held my small kitten Salem in my arms, his cold body resting within them. I stared down at him with a frown– but laughter followed. At the time I felt so bad for doing that. Why was I even laughing? I didn’t know. I knew I felt hurt, I knew that I didn’t want him to die, I knew that I tried my absolute best to save him– so I was just as confused as my family. He choked on a metal piece of– I don’t even know, or at least that’s what we assumed because that’s what it sounded like. I realized later on that I reacted that way because I was nervous, numb, and sad all at once. I think it was because that whole situation was unbelievable to me. I never experienced anything like it before; hence why I would laugh at it I guess. This goes for anything, the more I laughed at atrocious things happening, the more I came to the realization that this was nervous laughter, uncomfortable laughter, a coping mechanism that only I could understand. I remember when my sister talked about a woman who was raped, murdered, and then thrown into the dumpster. We all laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh like “oh this is funny”, we all looked at each other with confusion and shame. This goes back to the question of why? And I remember my oldest sister saying that this was a nervous condition, because her whole side of the family has it. And I just took those words from her and now I’m here. Sometimes, even when things aren’t funny, I laugh at them. Nervous condition. That was always my excuse for everything. But now, I genuinely believe it’s because I’m uncomfortable. There’s no way to reverse the situation, there’s no way to stop it, and when you have no control over it, all you can do is laugh. Just like Offred, she has nothing that she can do in that situation BUT laugh. I think the main reason I relate to her is because– not only do I not have control over those situations, laughing is the only amount of power I feel subjected to in those situations. It’s a weird thing to do, a weird way to express having power, but you find power in the small things when you realize how much power you really are restricted from having. I get it now.