"I've got a question for you: Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Brilliant question. Let's find out why."

Historically, the chicken crossed the road to get to the other side...has anybody ever

laughed at that joke? Why has it become so famous? And, for that matter, who cares? Why

would you want to investigate why things are funny? As E.B. White said "analyzing humor

is like dissecting a frog- few people are interested, and the frog dies."

But I want to dive into the guts of this chicken joke because today it is so famous, it is

practically shorthand for comedy. And, people frequently consider it either the worst joke

of all time, or the oldest joke. But neither of those is true.

But, first things first, the chicken joke isn't technically even a joke, it's an "anti-joke."

It's a joke about jokes. You see, we expect a joke to surprise us, to flip things around

or use word play. But, to get to the other side is just obvious- it's mundane, which,

by itself, can be pretty funny. To make this more clear, let's take a look at anti-joke

chicken. "What's blue and smells like red paint? Blue paint." You see, you expect a

typical joke-y punch line, but, instead, what you get is hilariously serious. Anti-Joke

Cat is another good one. "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Lettuce." "That's impossible."

"Yo momma's so fat, we are all extremely concerned for her health." Anti-jokes can also be used

for psychological experiments right at home. You may have heard of this one already, the

"no soap, radio" joke. Here's how it works: get a couple of your friends together, and

tell them to all laugh when you're done telling the joke, no matter what. Then, go find a

target who's not in on it and tell them some version of a joke like this: "Two polar bears

were sitting in a bathtub. The first one says "pass the soap." The second one says "no soap,

radio."" At this point, you are your friends should start laughing uproariously, meaning

the target has one of two choices- either be afraid of looking dumb and laugh along

anyway, or, say they're confused, at which point you should tell them "what, you don't

get it??", and keep laughing. You wait until the target gives into peer pressure and succumbs

to mob mentality and joins, despite the fact that "no soap, radio" is actually nonsense.

As for being the oldest joke in the book, "why did the chicken cross the road?" is far

from it- it's only about 160 some odd-years old. It first appeared in print in The Knickerbocker

as a conundrum that really isn't one- an anti-joke. If you want to look for the oldest joke ever

to appear in print, we're going to have to go back 4,000 years to read some ancient Sumerian

proverbs.

The joke is essentially a cautionary tale to never expect anything to be perfect. It

goes like this: "Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young woman

did not fart in her husband's embrace." So...yeah, the earliest known joke is a joke about a

woman farting in a guy's lap. So...cool...

All I'm sure of is that our proverbial chicken did not Agyrophobia- that's the fear of crossing

streets. But maybe the chicken should have. I mean, crossing the road could be quite dangerous

for a little bird, which leads us to a quite darker interpretation of the joke- maybe this

chicken knew of the danger of crossing the road. Maybe he knew what could happen. Maybe

he was sad, or lonely, or knew what his fate was. And, so, he decided to take control and

end it himself, and crossed the road to get to the other side.

If you want to continue being morbid, check out DeathClock.com. Answer a few questions

and the site will generate a countdown of the number of seconds you likely have left

to live. You can just sit there and watch them tick away...but let's get back to the

joke.

Perhaps a better question than "why" did the chicken cross the road is "why wouldn't chickens

be crossing the road?" I mean, to be sure, the Earth is a big place, and less than 1

percent of it is even paved, but, there are quite a few chickens on Earth.

To put this in perspective, there are about 500,000,000 cats and, as far as we go, there

are 7,000,000,000 humans. But chickens- there are 24 billion chickens. We're outnumbered

more than 3:1. But, if we cooked up every single chicken alive on Earth right now, we

could fill enough KFC 16-piece buckets to form a stack of them going to the Moon and

back, three times. Unbelievable, right? I mean, they all fit so nicely here on Earth's

surface, walking around with their characteristically lean meat which, because fat contributes so

much more flavor to a piece of meat than the muscle does, may explain why chicken is such

a great generic meat flavor, and why so many other exotic meats we try later tend to taste

like chicken.

But, let's get back to the question in this video's title: Why did the chicken cross the

road? Well, to get to the other side, sure, but there are many different motivations a

chicken could have for going to the other side- maybe it was looking for food, maybe

it was being chased by a predator. What matters though is that we can never know because there

is no chicken. It's purely hypothetical, as opposed to the equally famous "Mary Had a

Little Lamb," in which the lamb, and Mary, were real people.

Mary Sawyer was an actual student at The Redstone School in Massachusetts, and one day her brother

encouraged her to bring her lamb to school. Her fellow students were amused, as was visiting

student John Roulstone who wrote "Mary Had a Little Lamb."

We have actual documentation of those real people and events, but this chicken never

even really existed. So, asking why the chicken crossed the road is just like asking "why

did the original writer decide that it should be a chicken crossing a road?" Which means

that the chicken crossed the road because some comedian in the 19th century decided that

you would probably think about it too much, making the mundane "to get to the other side"

answer quite surprising.

To explain this let's look at a computational neural explanation of humor. In order to effectively

manage resources, our brains stay a few steps ahead of what we're hearing, estimating what

kind of outcomes are possible. But when we discover that we're actually being told a

joke, and none of our paths were the correct version of what was being told, all of that

neural network energy needs to dissipate, and, according to some theorists, that energy

moves into motor cortex, causing convulsions: laughter.

Unfortunately our poor chicken friend doesn't illicit that response from us anymore because

we've all heard the joke- we know what to expect when the joke begins. But, we should

be proud of our chicken friend and the unknown author who thought him up, because even though

the joke is so famous it's no longer funny, even at a neurological level, it still stands

as a testament to just how complicated, and clever our comedy can be. Keep laughing, and,

as always, thanks for watching.