So, Oscar night.

Out here on the left side, the annual “let’s pat ourselves on the back-fest” is a big fucking deal, but the people who care a lot about it usually care more about what the ladies are wearing than who takes home any of the awards. The next day, journalists all over the world cast their petty judgments over who wore what, which outfits they liked, which ones they hated, etc. Guys like you and me don’t give a damn about any of that, though.

The other favorite post-Oscar pastime of bitter critics and journalists everywhere is to shit all over the host. Hosting the Oscars is a tough gig. Agreeing to do it is sort of like running for president. No one who would actually do a good job is willing to subject his or herself to all that punishment.

Now, I’m not really a fan of Seth McFarlane, but I’m not one of those people who hates him, either. I’m decidedly neutral. Family Guy isn’t my thing, but I get why some people like it. Anyway, I wouldn’t say he did a great job with the awards—that Captain Kirk sketch was particularly awful—but damn, he’s getting blasted pretty hard.

I’m going to single out one of his harshest critics, Amy Davidson at The New Yorker, because she not only didn’t like the show, she was downright offended by it. In her article, she goes on and on about how sexist and anti-woman the entire night was. Most of her ire is directed towards what I thought was one of the most entertaining moments of the night, McFarlane’s song, “We Saw Your Boobs.” In the ditty (which he prefaced by joking about how offensive and inappropriate it would be), he pointed out a bunch of award winning and A-list actresses who have appeared topless on screen. Ms. Davidson took exception to the bit and missed the joke entirely.

Now, I like to think that we live in a pretty enlightened day and age, and one of the benefits of enlightenment is that we’re allowed to find humor in the differences between us. Sex, race, religion, whatever. Nothing’s off-limits. If we can’t laugh at ourselves and each other, life gets pretty boring pretty fast. Now, sure, lines are crossed from time to time, but it’s pretty easy to tell the difference between mean-spirited barbs and good-natured ribbing. And if Amy Davidson really thought that McFarlane’s goofy little song celebrating cinematic female nudity was over the line… well, for god’s sake, I hope she doesn’t ever read any of my articles.

Look, Amy Davidson is entitled to her opinion same as everybody else, but the problem with manufactured and misplaced outrage like this is that it diminishes real sexism, and yes we’re all aware that it’s out there. There’s nothing wrong at all with commenting on and appreciating a woman’s appearance and sexuality, and there’s nothing wrong with making a little joke about it. So, Ms. Davidson, if you really can’t handle that sort of thing, maybe you should just stick to watching Lifetime.