I'm a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.
You start realizing that maybe you're the one night a month that people have out, and they don't need to hear your political views or how dark you can get. They just want to laugh for an hour and go home. Once I wrapped my head around that, my act evolved accordingly.
Our criteria for deciding what's good and what's bad is very fickle, especially in this country.