How to be a Woman in Any Boys Club by Molly Lambert is so amazing I’m printing it out to give to my favorite teenage girl. The only flaw I can find is the fact that there are plenty of women who do only think about shopping, but if we cancel them out with the men who only think about sports, it all works out perfectly.
It’s not like female comics aren’t the funniest ones working right now or that there aren’t more good ones than at any other point in history or anything. Could they not get any? Are they all too busy? I’m going to have to go with that answer, because this makes no sense.
(This was pointed out to me by a comedian who can’t say a word about it without risking her livelihood, sadly.)
The World's Latest Bloomer to Hating Steely Dan Tells All
Until last night, pretty much the only thing I knew about Steely Dan was their “Any major dude with half a heart will tell you, my friend/any minor world that falls apart will come together again” line, because it was the epigraph in Carrie Fisher’s “Surrender the Pink,” which was my favorite book/unlikely bible during my near-suicidal freshman year of college that I’ll tell y’all about sometime.
Anyway, that was until last night, when I played that YouTube game where you go back and forth with a friend playing songs/videos for each other on YouTube. That’s when I learned that I hate Steely Dan more than any other band in the entire world, including Train. And since I heard like, twenty songs, I can be really sure of that.
My friend, on the other hand, was sufficiently punished with a shit ton of Tori Amos, to which I sang along. “Drip-ping with blood and with time and with your advice poison me against the………moon?”