This is what it’s like. I am in a writer’s room with six other people. We are writing a bit about a character helping the homeless. We all make equally crude jokes about the homeless that would offend anyone even remotely interested in PC behavior. Then one writer mentions Habitats for Humanity, and another writer mentions Jimmy Carter, and before you know it I am surrounded by six other sentient human beings, all of them smart enough to find their way to work every day, who are PRAISING JIMMY CARTER! “HE’S A GREAT EX-PRESIDENT”???!!!

They don’t pay me enough.

Okay, they do, but still.