Tom Papa Hopes to Bring the World Together
Photo by Giovanni Rufino, courtesy of Netflix
There’s a loose divide in comedy today. A lot of old guard comics work in an observational, “Here’s something I noticed about society” mold, while many newer performers are highly vulnerable and personal—more of a “Here’s who I am and how I think” situation. (There are many exceptions, of course, but go with me!). The problem with a lot of this is that the old dogs sometimes don’t age well or move with society, so their critiques can seem at best out of touch and at worst harmful (transphobic/racist/sexist, etc). Meanwhile, a lot of younger comedians don’t resonate with more traditional audiences (anyone over 35/people who know what to do with corn). And then, somewhere in-between, surprisingly, is Tom Papa.
Tom Papa is a 51 year old white man from New Jersey. He’s been doing comedy for over 20 years. He has two daughters, a wife, and a good view of humanity. He lands on progressive views but he gets there in a 51 year old way.
In the opening joke of his new Netflix special You’re Doing Great—after saying hello and shitting on Staten Island for a little bit—he calls everyone in the audience fat. He then takes a turn announcing, “You’re fat cause you’re all winners.” He explains that we’re fat because life is good. “You wake up, it’s 72 degrees and snacky,” that “Ghandi didn’t look like that because he was killing it at Soul Cycle,” and then concludes we don’t have the body of an Olympic athlete because we’re not one: “You’re Don. From sales. You got a fat ass. You wear khakis, you hike’em up when you walk. We still like ya,” Papa says in his New Jersey accent. This is the classic Tom Papa joke: an unexpected idea coded with a relatable delivery, written in the best possible words. The relatability is one of his greatest strengths, which he somewhat jokingly acknowledges:
Paste: You’re incredibly relatable. I think you could say anything—I think you could say we should eat cats and the way you present it people would be like, “Alright!”
Tom Papa: That’ll be the name of my next special. Let’s eat cats.