I know older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves, and they still work. The women, though, they're all "crazy." I have a suspicion -- and hear me out, because this is a rough one -- that the definition of "crazy" in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore.In other news, yes, I am four months behind on reading the New Yorker. But a week ago I was more than five months behind, so I'm getting better!
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Monday, June 13, 2011
Now, I'm Not Sexist, But...
A quote from the 2/14/11 issue of the New Yorker, from a piece by Tina Fey called "Confessions of a Juggler":
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