HELLLLOOOO???
Where Are All the Doctor Funny Women?
They seem to have disappeared

“One hundred women are not worth a single testicle.” Confucius
The Doctor Funny publication has three editors. Two are cis-women.
Most of us know-it-alls realize that women make up 50% of the population. Although my highly arduous online research has determined that in Oman the men-to-women ratio is 3:1. That makes for busy strip clubs and some awkward Tinder action.
So when it comes to our editorial staff 2 out of 3 is pretty good odds, hey? We’re even better represented than the females in Justin Trudeau’s gender-balanced Canadian cabinet.*
*Yes, international reader, he’s the shirtless hottie who boxed his way into hearts around the world. Sexy. Until this North-of-the-USA Prime Minister couldn’t find a hairdresser during Covid and slashed his hair into a Jim Carrey Dumb and Dumber look.
But back to women.
Where for art thou, women?
I’m sure this request and article is going to offend someone. It’s not my intent, but I usually do. Most often, though, it’s a local incel, one of my church-going neighbors, or my ex-in-laws. Take that for what you will.
I don’t want to offend. Honestly.
We at Doctor Funny don’t actually know your gender. And, in all truth, it doesn’t matter. We don’t really care if you’re cis-male, cis-female, non-binary, transgender, or gender fluid.
“So why then are you harping on and on and on about women writers disappearing from the ranks of Doctor Funny?” you ask, coddling the Tom Collins your 16-year-old Filipino nanny just made from scratch.
“Here’s why,” I patiently explain. “Here’s what we want.”
Stories. Jokes. Laughter. From many experiences.
How can we know how to best eat a Ginger if we don’t have one to tell us?
Adam Robinson is so hilarious I need to change my sweatpants when I read his stuff. Like this one about giving birth while wearing grey.
But can he actually know what it’s like to have a human head crest from his labia? Of course not you silly lil cum bucket.
His open-legged pose and blissful facial expression is only a guess.
He has no idea. Whereas wise Kristen Stark KNOWS. She gave birth while pole dancing. Not really, but read her piece nonetheless.
Christopher Robin can tell us about how to erotically tease his wife while blowing a unicorn.
But can he tell us about being a Dance Mom? Nope. We need Kristine Laco for that.
See? We need everyone. Both sides. All sides. Come back, women. Come back, everyone!
Confucius was right. “One hundred women are not worth a single testicle.” Of course we aren’t.
We are worth at least 12,000 of those squishy, hairy, sperm-filled kiwis.
But then again, what would I know about testicles? I don’t have them.
See? We need all people to tell us all sides.
©Jennifer J. McDougall 2023






