Reporting From The Front Lines…

So, I’ve been back in the stand up comedy scene for about five months.  Boy, things have changed…

Back in the late 90’s it was a lot geekier, and not in a cool Steve Jobs kind of way.  Now it’s all very hip and glam.   I have to use Google in order to understand jokes. And I see a lot more hot jock looking guys and modelly-actressy girls.

I never thought I would think of the 90’s as a feminist heydey, or of Janeane Garofalo as a pioneer, but the truth is that I saw a lot more powerful, angry women who said things like “fight back!”  (If I’m ever in a room with her, I’m going to walk up to her and just say, “Thank you!”)   They were a little cray-cray, but kept the  scene safe for deer-in-the-headlights girls like me.  I don’t see those women now.  I see dudes.  Sometimes, I feel like I wandered into a frat house on the non-party night.

I’ve come to the conclusion that women comics can’t develop in predominately male environments.  Clearly, many amazing female comics have (Joan Rivers, Phyllis Diller) but  I think there’s a reason why I see female stand ups all sort of huddled together.  With some exception, dude comics focus on male bonding and quasi-gay rituals, substitutes for the missed rite of passage that our society has failed to give young men.  But mostly,  there’s an impenetrable stigma.  Dudes simply don’t look at a woman standing on stage and think, “I wonder what funny things she has to say?”
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However, if and when a larger percentage of women are present in the room (and I’m talking like 25%) the energy shifts, becomes less pervy, a little more generous.

Personally, I’m not cut out for environments were men are trying to be men.   I’m not even remotely a man.  Not even on a good day.  In fact, I understand men less and less every day that I’m alive on this planet.  If I live to be 80, I will probably speak another language than they do altogether.

Just for today,  I’m a stand up comic.