Some Needed Humor

Is it a bird, a plane? No, it’s Domino.
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Just What’s So Funny About That?

I’m giving several writing workshops at the Lincoln Belmont Library in Chicago in October and November. Humor is going to be one of the topics. I have never tackled this subject before. How to do it???

I’d like to talk about “what’s funny” to my writing group. I’ve been thinking about how to write humor. How do I write humorously? How do we discuss humor? What is funny? What in the world makes something funny?

When I started the Sylvia strip, many male editors said, “I don’t get it!” and “It’s not funny!” There was an idea that men couldn’t understand “women’s humor.” And therefore it didn’t exist. It couldn’t exist because they didn’t get it. I formulated the idea that women were fluent in two languages, Male and Female. We laughed at two kinds of witty, but men only laughed at one.

Fortunately, there were men who convulsed over my cartoons; otherwise, I would have had rather an abbreviated career.

I look at the weekly contest in the New Yorker Magazine that invites contestants to write the punch line for a drawn cartoon. None of the punch lines seem funny to me! Many of the cartoons in the New Yorker seem like absolute duds to me. Why is that? I understand that humor is a somewhat personal thing, but on the other hand Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis had the whole country (and France) laughing in the fifties.

Women I know have asked me if only men can write the successful captions for the New Yorker cartoons? I say, “That’s true because the editor who chooses the winning captions is a man.” It seems to me that many of the cartoons in the magazine are chosen for a certain view of life …if you want to see the “distaff” side take a look at the work of Roz Chast. I think one could start a war on the subject of what is funny. I’m truly not interested in rancor, but I am interested in what you personally find funny.

An example of group humor:

I attend an exercise class. Exercise does not amuse me. I never want to go to the class and when I am there, I want to leave. I do it because somewhere in the middle I start to enjoy myself and I am able to go on.
Also, somewhere in the middle of a class, when we are doing an exercise that makes us groan, the teacher says: “Come on, this is my grandma’s favorite exercise…She does 500 of these a day” Sometimes she adds: “while reading the New York Times.”

There have been demands from the class that Carol produce her grandmother. Last week she announced that as much as she would love to bring her grandmother to class, her grandmother was in Montana, bronco busting.

This led Cindy, a student in the class, to announce that she was going to Montana at the end of the week and would see what she could find out about Grandma’s activities. This week she reported back, reading a report on what she had found out to the great delight of the class and the teacher. As I recall she didn’t have any real information, but it was her imagined results that captivated the class.

Sylvia Archive: Fashion Trends At Work

Fashion Cop has directives for what to wear to the office. Curious? Click the strip for a larger comic.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Autumn In Chicago

When the weather is like this in Chicago, I think it will never end. I think that every year around this time.  I’ve been draining every bit of pleasure out of these days. I walk to my exercise class on Monday and Wednesday mornings.  On my route I saw a sign…it read: “Bad Dog.”  It was neatly handwritten in block letters and attached to a small stake.  It was quite low to the ground (eye level to the dog it was addressed to?), and I had to kneel down to get the photo.

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My friend Connie is also taking advantage of the weather. Today she was reading large print Proust at an outdoor café.  Here’s the email she sent me this afternoon.

Subject: C- on SAFE PASSAGE
Date: September 28, 2013 1:37:18 PM CDT

My thinking, as usual, was a little oblique here. After yoga, which has a tendency to rev me up rather than calm me down, I decided to stop at the Brown Elephant to look around and maybe get a book that would send me to snooze-land tout de suite as soon as I got home.

Proust! A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu. A large-type version.

Perfect, I thought! I have fallen dead asleep on the tiny type edition plenty of times.

Then I spotted First Slice and could not resist Proust and pie.

You said that we have to take advantage of these “outside” days.

Being a Bat Badgirl, I am partial to dark and dank and bad weather but am willing to be flexible and try sun and air sometimes.

I was trying to be blissful and find my “om” yogic state.

But then my blood soon got pushed back to full roiling boil again.

What set me off was being
outside where a bicyclist was taking a phone pic of her friend. So I asked her to take one of me, too, trying to be calm for a change.

She squeaked, “Ohhh, my mother has one of these old phones.”

Pop.

I headed home–deflated and downcast.

That’s when I noticed that all the trees on Foster Avenue had SAFE PASSAGE signs on every one.

Bubble-bubble.

Has Foster ever been a war zone?

Do we now have to announce with big yellow homeplate signs that it is safe for you to walk your child to school on this street?

Mein Gott!

I am pulling the blinds shut and staying home in the cool and the dark where it has always been “safe” for a bad Bad Girl. C-

P.S. I am meeting Bill at the Sunshine Cafe at 5:30 tonight if you want to join us for Japanese food. But no pie. First Slice already cut me to the quick today.

P.P.S. Good cherry pie, though!

Connie

Prairie Scenes, With And Without Toots

This sculpture is a favorite of Toots’. It will be part of my exhibit at Lillstreet, which opens on October 25 and runs through November.
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Will You Step Into My Parlour?

Come to my exhibit October 25 if you enjoy a crowd and party, or come on October 20 if you would prefer the soft opening.  Or anytime through November. Stop on by!

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Sylvia Archive: Short-Lived Memories

Know a cat who remembers all of her nine lives? Click the comic for an example.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Sylvia Archive: The Price Of Fashion

Priorities are determined in Sylvia’s poll today. What’s your answer?

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Sylvia Archive: Ready For Change

Fashion Cop has a prescription for style. Click the comic for a bit of Rx.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Fooled Ya!

An activist prank. Yes, very nice!

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http://www.thedailybeast.com/witw/articles/2013/09/18/how-a-fake-playboy-consent-site-fooled-the-internet.html