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}
Last week, I committed what some would refer to as a social media snafu. It didn’t really involve finally allowing my Mom to be my Facebook friend (which I did, so that she could properly stalk me, as opposed to solely wondering who Megan Amram was on the Twitter machine or phoning my father), it happened with the “adult” social media platform, LinkedIn.
I love LinkedIn, personally.
Granted, give me something that will link me to other people and ask for my social security number and email and phone number for shipping me size 8 shoes, and I will gladly accept. Others don’t feel as drawn to the platform. It’s like Facebook, but more professional, where you put your resume and a photo without a red solo cup in it and list your previous work experience. I love reading through these, where some friends and acquaintances take to their intern responsibilities what Picasso took to canvas - nothing resembling what they actually did. (Oh really, I know you worked in the mailroom at William Morris but you definitely have a screen credit on Moneyball.)
