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Come celebrate the release of LeibyaFair Live!, the new album from Leibya Rogers, folksinging alter ego of comedian Mindy Raf, at Sullivan Hall (214 Sullivan Street) at 7pm on Saturday, December 10. Leibya will perform such hits as “Regret,” “Womyn With a Y,” and “My V.” Tickets to the release party are $10 and can be purchased at the door or online. The album will be on sale at the launch party and on Mindy’s Bandcamp page.
WIN 2 TICKETS!
Leave a comment below completing the lyric ”My tampon smells like…” by December 7th, 2011 and a random commenter will receive 2 tickets to the Dec. 10 LeibyaFair Live! [Read more...]
This summer a theater reviewer wrote in in the Boston Globe, “Lucia Brizzi struggles with how passionate Italian women act.” So I made a video where I knock her off. Then my boyfriend/ director turned out to be, how do I say this, a pussy, so I knocked him off. And so Revenge Italiano was born!
Set at my family’s restaurant in historic Borem Hill, I’ve created my own brand of slapstick, silent film era videography, pulling stylistically from ‘Raging Bull,’ celebrating New York, and allowing me to wear funny things and yell out of windows.
A lot of people ask me who Mike Toro, the mafia don of the series, is to my character. I describe him as a father/ husband and revel in the discomfort created by that confusion. After all, in the 1920’s who could tell the difference? [Read more...]
I publish a comedy site by women for women, so from time to time I get emails regarding the infamous 2007 Vanity Fair article Why Women Aren’t Funny by esteemed orator and journalist Christopher Hitchens. In it, Hitchens enlightens us that through the necessity of protecting our species, and because we actually harness more power and intelligence than men, and also because we’re pretty, women are not as funny as males. That is, unless we’re “hefty or dykey or Jewish, or some combo of the three.” The inquisitive parties who contact me asking about this article are sometimes budding young female comedians, sometimes Woman’s Studies majors, but most often they are budding young female comedian Woman’s Studies majors. They ask whether I have seen the essay and want to know, “What should we do about it?” They are enraged, appalled and exasperated. My answer is not quite what they expect. You see, I love Christopher Hitchens. And I think you should, too. [Read more...]
Seriously women, lets talk. I think we can all agree that we are a very different breed of ladies nowadays. We go to college. We graduate. We make big money. We practically rule the world at this point.
And I think we can also unanimously agree, that what we do, how we act, and the way we dress is not for the gentlemen-folk in our lives. Oh no, no, no. That shit is for us. [Read more...]
I’m wearing a colorful patchwork apron with an applique fastened to the left strap, my ankles eased against an elephant-shaped foot rest. I am seated on a purple velvet armchair, reading a copy of Bigfoot: I Not Dead. I am twirling one strand of my hair with a quirky doorknob. I am occupying Anthropologie.
This wasn’t planned. It came about organically, this morning when I set foot in the Nordstrom Mall. I was browsing the windows of Betsey Johnson and Free People when I smelled something enchanting across the hall. It was a cross between new car smell and a better life. It lingered in the air as I made my way through the glass doors. An array of deconstructed rare (I assume) books hung above. That’s when I felt the first twinge of expensive-kitsch-borne oppression. [Read more...]
(The following partial transcript of Andy Rooney’s final 60 Minutes appearance was leaked to Funnynotslutty.com. The segment will be broadcast on October 2nd, 2011.)
BYRON PITTS: So Andy, you were quoted some years back as saying you’d only leave the show if you “dropped dead.” What made you change your mind?
ANDY ROONEY: Well, I’ll tell you, Ed…
BR: It’s Byron.
BR: I’m Byron Pitts.
AR: You’re not Ed Bradley?
(Pitts shifts uncomfortably in his chair.)
BR: No. Ed Bradley died, actually, in 2006. I’ve been here for years. I won an Emmy.
AR: I thought you shaved your beard and took off that cockamamie earring.
(Rooney rips off his mic and storms off, yelling as he goes.)
AR : Get me Morley Safer. Where the hell is Safer? You stick him on an ice floe and push, like you did to Mike Wallace?
(The show cuts abruptly to commercials. When it returns, Morley Safer has replaced Byron Pitts.)
MORLEY SAFER: Andy Rooney began his career as a war correspondent in 1943. He later joined the 60 Minutes family, where he started “A Seeming Eternity With Andy Rooney” thirty-three short years ago. He’s brought the same irascible wit to topics such as rap music, paper clips, and the disappearance of phone booths as he did to covering the German army’s march down the Champs-Elysées. On that sad note, here is Andy Rooney. And his eyebrows. [Read more...]
by Laura Burns
March 12, 2009
Dear Attractive President of a Substantially Sized Country,
Thank you for saving me $34.84 per month, or its equivalent in our nation’s currency, by recently passing legislation that reduced the amount of tax money withheld from my paycheck. Because of the magnitude of your generosity, and because I know you’ve got other things to take care of, I have decided to do your intel a favor by publicly detailing the manner in which I plan on spending this money over the next 30 days.
When I go out to the bar this weekend to celebrate a holiday associated with drinking, I will buy myself a beer. Then, if a charming fellow offers to buy me a drink, I can slyly raise my bottle, indicating that I’m all set, instead of freaking out and only requesting water because I don’t trust the intentions of men. I think, if you were to offer me a drink, I would also only ask for a tap water because I wouldn’t want our relationship to be based on a fluke, drunken presidential-office hookup that would make you respect me less as a person. And I certainly wouldn’t want any of the above to happen on account of my not having any money to buy my own beer, which would undoubtedly cause me to accept your offer of a Red Bull vodka, which would inevitably lead to the consummation of our deep, romantic feelings towards each other.
$34.84 − $5.00 = $29.84, or its equivalent in our nation’s currency.
The next thing I would like to invest in is a good breakfast at this excellent diner downtown that I went to one time. They have a delicious and various selection of eggs, bacon, Belgian waffles, crepes, and the like. Because the morning after is going to be so rough for me, once I realize that you and I will never work out because we’re going in two completely different directions. I mean, you’ve got to manage our substantially sized nation’s economy, and I still have an outstanding payment at a health club located in a wealthy suburb that used predatory tactics to rope me into a full-year contract, which I promptly cancelled, but still I fear they are out to get me. Plus, I’m addicted to caffeinated beverages, reasonably priced designer clothes, and digital keychain pets. [Read more...]
We know you done did it. We saw you in them handcuffs, so don’t even try to throw a jacket over your fool head as a disguise- child PLEASE! Who do you think you are fooling? Nobody. (but you might if you try these techniques)
Cue Black Girls (Keisha Zollar and Renee Threatte) – well you can blame Anne Hathaway for that one. And let me just establish it’s “Cue” not “Cute”…this isn’t porn, my mom watches the show. Anyway back to Anne Hathaway- I heart her. I have watched every single good (“Brokeback Mountain”, “Rachel Getting Married”) and crappy (ahem- “Bride Wars”) movie that she has been in. So when “Love and Other Drugs” came out I bought my ticket and plunked down to watch “Princess Diaries” have lots of sex with the “Donnie Darko”. Terrible. Just….terrible. Cliches all over the place from her dying, to the token minority sidekick coffee shop worker, and lame brother of the male lead with all the usual fat hatred jokes plugged into the necessary spots. But the cherry on top were the tender moments- where they added a track with some black lady wailing in the background like she had just caught the spirit at church. Oh lawd. [Read more...]