Some funny women are supernovas--Kathy Griffin, Leslie Jones, late-1980s and early-1990s-era Roseanne—filling any space with their massive energy, leaving behind crater-sized imprints carved out by the force of their comedic audacity. I’m forever fascinated and a little terrified of these women. I want to know how they handily gut a room with laughter that scatters…
This week has me thinking about fish and alligators and other scaly, prehistoric creatures, and that’s not just because I’ve had Mitch “Squid-in-a-Turtle-Neck-Face” McConnell and Orrin “Crypt-Keeper’s-Less-Handsome-Brother” Hatch popping up all over my social media. It’s because I’ve got evolution on the brain. I’m imagining what it must have been like for the first pre-fish…
