You cannot be what you cannot see. There aren't enough female humor writers, and there aren't enough sites that highlight the ones that do exist.
Girls are funny. Women are funny. Babies can be funny-looking.
An assortment of new, old, and aggregated humor and satire essays from around the web. (And some of my own.)
If you pee your pants, I did my job, or you should call Kris Jenner.
Taking submissions & suggestions.
{Curated by Meredith Fineman}
We started doing P90X years ago when trainer Tony Horton came to Capitol Hill to whip Congress into shape. P90X is an exercise program for masochists and fitness enthusiasts for whom reasonable physical conditioning is not enough. For those bored with the gym, with Bowflex, with Pilates, for those who have run marathons, biked the Death Ride or conquered ice climbing, P90X is for you.
We fell into the first category: bored. Over time, we’d given up gym memberships, bought some home equipment. We exercised, but it was no longer challenging. When my husband saw Tony Horton on television asking: “Are you bored with your exercise routine?” he picked up the phone and ordered.
