I don’t know what it is with men and comedy that frequently manages to rankle me. I like men; I like comedy but the two together always result in big fat double standards.
(I must be out of touch with pop culture. I recently turned on HBO to see a stand-up special with Lisa Lampanelli, a total lady Don Rickles that I’d never even heard of. So, my lament over no large crude female comedians has been semi-solved. I’m not 100% enamored by her shtick but I am in awe of it. The strange thing about mouthy comediennes is that they inevitably gain a gay male following, this brand of humor being repellant to straight dudes unless you’re under 40 and still fairly cute like Sarah Silverman.)
When actresses pose on the cover of Vanity Fair they get naked for real, pristine physiques go without saying. When comedians spoof said cover they wear body suits (and are still lumpy). All or nothing, dudes, or it isn’t funny. There’s not a chance in hell that women of that size (Seth Rogan’s recent weight loss still hasn’t put him acceptable for fashion territory) would ever be allowed on the front of such a magazine, even covered head-to-t.