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STARS THEY’RE JUST LIKE US! - the slack daily
Weighing in on the Oscars’ BOOBGATE.
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Some important reading material.
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STARS THEY’RE JUST LIKE US! - the slack daily
Weighing in on the Oscars’ BOOBGATE.
(via slackmistress)
Some important reading material.
(via slackmistress)
This is Nina and I after finishing a half marathon this morning. It was a tough race thanks to freezing temperatures, (really, it was below freezing at the start). Nina tore it up today, cutting more than 15 minutes off of her previous best time.
I was thinking about a new personal record before the start. My previous best was 1:57 and I was hoping for 1:55 but I got off to a slow start in the cold and never fully recovered. While my speed picked up after the first mile I never felt strong and then I started to feel some hip soreness at mile 4. I slowed it down and ended with a 2:10 time. Since I’m training for a full marathon in two months I think it’s best to no overdo it today. Go slow and live to run another day.
Congratulations to Nina on a great run today.
By the time New Year’s Eve rolled around in 2006 I had been asking Nina to marry me for about four weeks. Since we had only been dating for a total of five weeks she had been smart enough to say no. Then the party started…
After being surrounded by friends and drinks for a few hours Nina yelled across the party to me and asked me if I still wanted to get married. I yelled back that I did and she said: “Fine, let’s get married.” So we were engaged but we had a party to finish and I had a bottle of whiskey to finish. We then continued the party, although I don’t remember anything about what happened after midnight.
I woke up the next thing morning acutely aware that I had done something very important before passing out. I retraced my steps from the previous night: Party starts, drinks, drinks, drinks and then Nina agreed that we should get married. That seemed about right; it was a good way the start the year.
Tonight we’ll be celebrating New Year’s Eve for the 7th time. Since I no longer drink it’s unlikely we’ll do anything as dramatic as we did the first time we celebrated the new year together but you never know.
Don’t forget that tonight I’ll be one of the panelists on The Brit List: Doctor Who Ultimate Lists of Lists along with these funny people.
You can check when it airs in your time zone here.
I have no idea if it’ll air online. No one tells me anything.
TONIGHT, you can watch my wife talk about Dr. Who on TV.
I’m gonna be on your BBC America, talkin’ about your Doctor Who.
Please watch the show with your eyeholes and hear the things I say with you earholes and laugh with your mouthholes!
I will be watching. Through my fingers. (Which will be covering my eyeholes.)
You guys, my wife is going to be on TV talking about stuff. Click the link to see how you can watch.
This is the first photo ever taken of my wife Nina and I together. It was taken six years ago last night prior to what was at the time referred to as a practice date.

Most people have never been on a practice date, I never had before this one and I’ve never been on one since, but it was our attempt to minimize the risk of going from being friends to dating. We agreed that we would go on a casual risk free date and if it didn’t work we could abort the whole idea and continue being friends.
In retrospect, the fact that I was in her home prior to the date and we were posing for photos should have clued me in on the fact that she might have been leaning towards things working out between us.
Last night my wife was working and I wasn’t feeling well so I went to bed without realizing that on that same evening in the past, seemingly a lifetime ago, we posed for this photo and then left the house with no idea what we were starting.
Note: That thing behind us is Daisy J. Dog’s crate.
Secondary Note: She paid for the practice date, I paid for the first real date.
I wrote this as a reblog regarding standing up for someone versus protecting them, in reference to Jen Kirkman’s great project, MA’AM (Men Against Assholes & Misogyny.) It was meant to be a comment that ended up a post, so I thought I’d give it its own entry.
As a woman (and one who works in comedy writing rooms) I’d like to offer some perspective.
Women don’t need to be protected. Women need a privileged class (males, and I’d go on to say white males) to stand up for them and say yes, this is important.
While asking yourself “is this my mom, is this my sister, is this my daughter?” I’d also ask that you unpack it a bit. Because people do treat mothers/sisters/daughter as a class that needs to be protected. Fathers/brothers/sons will tell them to shut up and look pretty.
It happens.
Ask yourself “is this something I would say to someone I treat as my equal? Is this something I’d say to my white male co-worker?”
We don’t need someone to stand in front of a punch for us, or shield us from a car careening down the street. We do need you to open doors, though. Theoretical doors. While FOX News may tell you different, for the most part, white males have the power. So white males can open the doors to diverse voices and give them a platform to succeed.
Because it’s about the voice. We are trying to have a voice. In government. In executive-level positions. In writers’ rooms.
I have heard, in my 10+ year writing career, that men don’t like to hire women (and by extension, other diverse applicants) because they are worried about not being free to discuss comedy openly. Because, you know, comedy was founded on rape parties and KKK rallies.
I don’t need to be protected from the talk that occurs in a writers’ room. I need to get a seat at the table in the writers’ room. And I don’t mean just me (although I just wrapped my last gig, so hire me!) but everyone with a diverse voice.
I’ve gotten a bit off-track here.
I GUESS IT IS BECAUSE I AM SO SENSITIVE ABOUT THIS SUBJECT.
So I’ll leave it with a final thought:
Maybe instead of teaching boys not to hit girls, teach them not to hit anyone. Violence rarely solves anything. A smart mouth and a quick wit, though, might get you a TV show.
#TEAMJEN
My very smart wife does not need my protection but she would like you to know that there are still some things that she and other women could use some help with.
On November 19, 2006. About two weeks after I first met Nina, I wrote this for her in hopes that she would read it and maybe think it was a good idea.