Who says women aren’t funny? Men. Women.

Some people say, “Never let them see you cry.” I say, if you’re so mad you could just cry, then cry. It terrifies everyone.
–Tina Fey, Bossypants

When a man gives his opinion, he’s a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she’s a bitch.
–Bette Davis

Why are women so humorless?
–random unfunny men

The other day, I watched a documentary about women in comedy, and why women are not considered as funny as men.

They started with Jerry Lewis, who is infamous for finding women unamusing. They also talked a little about Christipher Hitchens’s Vogue article about women and humor.
He talks about the “fact” that women don’t need to be funny because it isn’t important to men but that women do think it is important. He also says that men like to make women laugh because it’s a little like an orgasm.

He takes it as a given that women are not as funny as men, or rather that women are less frequently funny than men. Moreover, he claims that the few funny women out there are funny because they are lesbians (ie like men, they need to be funny because women think it’s hot),because they are Jewish and inherently like men (uh, what?) or because they are big/fat/crude like men.

Or then there’s the hypothesis that men don’t want women to be funny because humor is a sign of intelligence and they don’t want rivals for that. Which doesn’t say a lot for either their own intelligence or self-confidence if it’s true.

It’s not really even worth a rebuttal. Yes, there are a lot of women who are not funny. A lot of men, too. Of course, men’s opinions about that, like everything else, were the only ones that counted for several centuries.

The saddest thing about that is that people, including women,believe what they read in books, newspapers. What they see on TV or films. For too many years, those voices have been disproportionately male. So even a lot of women believe that female comedians are not as funny as the men are.

There is not a thing wrong with men or their opinions, but when only their voices are heard it gives all of us a distorted view of everything. We need everyone’s perspective.

From my own anecdotal and entirely unscientific point of view, I would say that the women I know are every bit as funny as the men. Of course, according to Hitchens, I am pre-programmed to find that attractive. It might indicate that I am a bisexual who sees that sexy humor in everyone regardless of their gender.

I like boobs. I am fat and have been known to be crude. Does that mean I am qualified to be funny? Should I consider a part-time career in comedy? Probably not, since I was honestly not sure when I first read the article if Hitchens was being humorous. I kind of want to Google around even now and see if other people think he is.

Is that a sign that he isn’t funny or that I don’t have a sense of humor?

Comedy is tough.

[poll id=”4″]

Superstitious much? Or, I still love my Ducks!

Oregon, our Alma Mater
We will guard thee on and on
Let us gather round and cheer her
Chant her glory Oregon
Roar the praises of her warriors
Sing the story Oregon
On to victory urge the heroes
Of our mighty Oregon!
Go Ducks Go!
Fight Ducks Fight!
Go!
Fight!
Win Ducks Win!
–Mighty Oregon

I am not normally superstitious, with one big exception: Duck football. For whatever reason, I have several superstitious behaviors related to going to football games or just watching them on TV.

Firstly: I have to introduce new game day clothing items (like jerseys, football shirts or Duck jewelry) during early season games, the ones against teams like the Santa Barbara State Quilting Academy. That way the clothing or jewelry article gets good luck on it before it is worn in a real game. I do not have to stop wearing the article if it is involved in a loss, unless it is something branded with a particular bowl game. My 2011 BCS championship hat and 2010 Rose Bowl hoody can only be worn in the off season. The crazy thing is that for home games I feel compelled to wear the officially designated color even though I am completely cognizant of the fact that getting us all to wear a specific color of shirt is purely for increasing merchandise sales.

Secondly: Fireball must be consumed just prior to going into the game if it is a home game. The twist on that? It must be consumed by everyone at the tailgater who is of legal drinking age. Even if they don’t like Fireball, or are of a religion prohibits it, they must lift the bottle to their lips. For standard away games, It is optional, but preferred. For bowl games or championship games it is again mandatory for all in attendance at the viewing.

If we don’t drink Fireball before an away game starts, and the Ducks get behind? It will be fetched from the freezer, and everyone in the room will have to drink some. If we are at a bar, shots will be ordered.

All things considered, it is now clear that I should have had at least one more shot of Fireball last night.

Thirdly: all of my lucky bracelets must be worn on game day. This has become a burden because there are a lot of them. I may need to decrease the number at one of the early season games in August.

Fourthly: I must begin each game day, either home or away, by tweeting and updating my Facebook status with the following phrase before I even get out of bed.

Gooooooooooooooo Duckies!!!!!!!!
#GoDucks

After which, I must like any status update involving any Go Duck-itude and also respond with Go Ducks. And if anyone else responds with Go Ducks, I must like that response. If I am at Autzen, the responsibility ends once I lose my Internet connection. If I am watching an away game, I am on the hook through the entire game.

It’s tiring.

Then, there is the necklace.

Every year before the first Duck football game of the season, I put on my lucky Duck necklace. I used to only put it on for home games, but at some point last year I forgot to take it off between games. We won. Then I couldn’t take it off until the end of the season.

This year, I was lucky enough to be able to wear it for the most possible games it could ever be worn for. Fifteen of them. It has been on my neck all the way from August 30, 2014 until January 12, 2015.

It will be nice to get my neck back again.

It must be said that I am fully conscious on an intellectual level that none of the above superstitious acts have a damn thing to do with the outcome of the games. The outcome is entirely to do with the staggering amount of hard work put in by the coaching staff, support staff and above all the young men who make up the Duck football team.

Still.

That time I forgot two of my lucky bracelets in Portland and had to go to a game without them? I was uncomfortable.

When my parents gave me a Mariota jersey for my birthday on the day of a Stanford game a couple of years ago, I opted not to wear it because it didn’t have any luck on it yet. We lost the game any way, but I didn’t feel like it was my fault. I forgot to wear it to an early season game last season, so I didn’t get to wear it until this year.

Silly?

Absolutely.

But superstitions are a way for a spectator to participate in the game. A way to be a part of the team tribe. For me, it goes along with wearing the team colors, and yelling as loud as possible when the Ducks are on D at Autzen. High fiving all the people around you. Thanking the nice people who bought a round of drinks because you shared your table and they won at Keno. Clapping until your hands hurt. Jumping up and down. Throwing the O sign.

So even though I know it’s silly, I will keep right on doing all these things. Even though a loss does suck, I will remember that in spite of how much I enjoy it, it is only a game. The thing that really counts for me, even more than the amazing athletic feats, is the time I spend cheering for the team with my family and my friends.

The other thing I will keep doing is supporting my team through both the wins and the losses. Even tough losses like the National Championship. They’re still my Ducks, even after a loss.

I’ll take off my yellow shirt, and I’ll put away the bracelets and necklace until September.

Next season seems awfully far away.

Go Ducks!

IMG_9288.JPG

Another time where I am going to say that I know all the best people

I am going to make this short: Jan, Jane, Kathleen, Kate–you all rock the planet, and I love you.

Huh. I just noticed how nicely their names pair up.

We had another great weekend together. A little beach time. A little food and drink. A lot of music. A lot of long talks. These are women who anyone would be lucky to know. Smart. Funny. Beautiful. Kind. Good cooks. Empathetic. Compassionate. Practical. People who know the value of laughter, but aren’t afraid to be serious. People who know how to have a wonderful time doing nothing at all. People who know that when you are at the beach, the only rule is to do whatever the fuck you want. People who don’t give you a hard time about leaving the group if you tell them you are going to walk back to the cabin alone. People who don’t give you a hard time if you stop talking for a while. People who aren’t afraid to stay in their pajamas all fucking day.

I mentioned that I love them, right?

Thanks for being part of my family of friends….

PS Gooooooooooooo Duckies!!!!!

IMG_2482.JPG

IMG_2486.JPG

IMG_2485.JPG

IMG_9277.JPG

IMG_9273.JPG

IMG_9274.JPG