Everything written for women seem to fall into just three categories: ingénues, mothers, or gorgons.
Every woman in this world, she’s selling. S***, even if she doesn’t wanna be she’s still got a price tag on her somewhere. Every one of us.
Comedy is fueled by oppression, by the lack of power, by sadness and disappointment, by abandonment and humiliation. Now, who the hell does that describe more than women? Judging by those standards, only women should be funny.