
You know you’ve heard it (thanks Jerry Lewis!). Maybe you even thought it. But please, please don’t believe it when you hear: “women aren’t funny.”
Sure, there are some unfunny females lurking about, as there are also plenty of unfunny males out there too. But for some reason when the unfunny comic has a nice pair of breasts, she is suddenly a representation for her entire gender. When the male comic is unfunny, he’s just well, unfunny. When a female comic talks about female things (ie: childbirth, periods, food, fat, dating, sex, slut-hood) it’s cliche but when a guy talks about male things (their penis, sex, their penis, sports, their penis, issues with girlfriends, their penis) it’s apparently universally hilarious.
But this isn’t a post pouting about sexism in the entertainment industry. Nor is this a post about how I, as a strong and hilarious comic am living proof that females are indeed funny (yes that was a shameless “pat-on-the-back”).
This is a post about a group of fantastic females who aren’t complaining but rather celebrating being a funny female. Introducing “The Hysterical Festival.”
The Hysterical Festival is the brainchild of comedian/producer Desiree Burch and a series of Sunday afternoon mimosas. Hanging out with a group of female comedians sharing stories, eating junk food and getting bombed in the early afternoon, the idea came to her: what if this camaraderie could lead to a comedy revolution? What if the community that formed so naturally amongst these dynamic funny women could change the face of comedy…forever? It might look something like empowerment with a sense of humor. Sexy. Dangerous. Hysterical.
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