go in CHEAP & come out CLEAN

Let me tell you why I love this.

(a rambling stretch of words by Alicia Lutes) 

In the past few years, I have definitely become a feminist.  Or in they very least, a super fan of being pro-lady.  Because guess what?  I’ve realized that although we’ve come really far as lady-folk, we’re not there yet in so many aspects.  There are a lot of places where ladies just don’t get a heck of a lot of respect.

One of those places is DEFINITELY comedy/writing.  I think it was John Belushi who said women will never be as funny as men.  Jerry Lewis has said it, too.  Hell, Christopher Hitchens even wrote a whole god-damned article about it with science and shit for Vanity Fair.

As someone who fancies herself an occasionally funny lady and would kind of maybe like to one day write funny things for a living that are later portrayed on a screen of some size by other funny people, it can be insanely aggravating to see women constantly pit against not only each other (as if there can only be room for one funny lady at a time, or else there’s too much estrogen in the male spotlight), but also against men—as if it HAS to be a man’s game.  As if comedy is only for men and has to be played by their rules and standards of what is funny.  And it infuriates me even more when I hear so many men say that they cannot relate to what women find funny; that they don’t “get” it. (Yet ladies ALWAYS seem to find a way to “get” what dudes think is funny—even when it’s stupid misogyny-based jokes—whether or not they appreciate it or find it funny themselves. But I digress…) 

Tonight, what these ladies did was FUNNY.  It wasn’t just funny to ladies because they were ladies emulating a pageant (something largely enjoyed by only ladies), but because it was just straight up fucking hilarious.  Because it is a universally known thing: beauty pageants are ridiculous!  And here it is again: the competition that is constantly pushed on women for the ONE spot men “allow” a lady to have.  There can only be one, of course!  Out of 3.5 billion ladies that are all so different, there can only be one of you that represents the whole!  Because, you know, it makes sense!  (Sorry, more digression…)  

But the best part of all of this (aside from the fact that it was universally HILARIOUS even though it was a “lady thing” that—oh look!—everyone got), was that these women were all cheering for EACH OTHER.  They were up there together, being hilarious, doing something that NONE of the guys had the balls [ed: sorry, had to say it!] do, and poking fun at the system; the pageantry of award shows, and the idea that there’s only room for one lady on a stage.  Or, maybe they just did it because it was funny.  Or maybe they just did it because it was something to do because, shit, those motherfucking award shows are long, might as well make it interesting!  Regardless, they did it!  And that was the important part.  All of these women are hysterical, all of these women could probably out-comedy a lot of the male comedians I know and have seen, and all of these women were up there together, being funny together, and—funnily enough!—all happy for each other and for (spoiler alert!) Melissa McCarthy when she won.  (And kudos to her for winning, p.s.!)  When they got up there, I didn’t care who won because in my eyes they were all fucking winners with this stunt.  And not even in the pageant way—just in the way of LIFE.  Because they are ladies, being funny, making funny a happening thing for girls and ladies alike; breaking walls, ceilings, etc etc…  And they got a standing ovation!  Three snaps in a Z-formation, ladies!  In the immortal words of a one Mr. RuPaul Charles: YOU BETTA WERQ!  And oh! how it worked!

ALL OF YOU LADIES ARE MY HEROINES.  MY LADY HEROES.  Don’t worry, I don’t want to inject you and listen to jazz or anything, but I do think you are very special.  (…just kidding I totally would inject you all because I bet that jazz would then sound HYSTERICAL just like you all are and hysterical jazz is probably amazing!  Also I am slightly creepy sometimes, woops.)

…and if any of you need another kickass lady writer on your shows, please look no further.  I also fill the diversity quotient because I’m a ginger!  It’s like a twofer!  

(And I swear I can use less exclamation points but this is just so exciting!)

(via fuckyeahlizlemon)