“If your husband complains that you’re trying to smother him, you’re not holding the pillow over his face tight enough.” I read that once on a greeting card and it made me laugh so hard I thought I might pee right there in the card aisle of the store. But the truth is, the sentiment also resonated deeply with me. At the time I was married to a man who I thought might kill me. And not with laughter, which

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Over many a summer, I have held a comedy camp for girls. This past June, for example, ten girls aged 8 to 14 spent four hours a day with me for a full week, learning about their own senses of humor and the tools of making things funny. Now before you call me courageous or a shero (that’s what you were planning to do, right?), I should tell you that I don’t have children of my own – primarily because

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Dear Fellow Men of the Resistance, I write to warn you. Things are not going well on the front lines and there are many battles to be fought on all fronts. We must gird ourselves for the fight ahead. Given my rather high rank as jar-opener, I was able to eavesdrop today on a meeting of the Committee to Limit the Interference of Testosterone on Society. The seven-woman board unanimously, and without speaking over each other or interrupting once, reached

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Dear Prancer, Hey, you kooky Caribou! How goes it? Me and the gang sure miss you, especially at this season. It’s just not the same without you. Yup, it's that time of year again when we get the goddamned reigns strapped to our haunches and have to drag about 3,000 friggin’ tons of toys clear across the world in 12 hours. Can you believe we are still doing this crap? Hey, you gotta be happy for a job, especially in

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