The funniest thing about addressing the gender gap in comedy has -- a bit ironically -- nothing to do with humor: It has to do with the curious fact that most people don't really want to talk about the gender gap in comedy.
It used to be something done in secret. Anybody, from good girl to gay guy to carnal couple, had to slink down to the seedy sex toy shop on the other side of town to purchase their private pleasure items.
If you're of the male persuasion, reading this article, you're hoping to find answers to why footwear seduces female's imaginations. The long and short of it is you have to get inside a woman's head, not just her pants.
American women of childbearing age face less negative scrutiny when they don't have children. But infertility is a secret shame, and they often keep their longings and the details of their efforts to conceive under wraps.
I think one of the things in the series that gets kind of lost is how much of a screw up Carrie Bradshaw really is. Funny? Sure. Fashionable? Absolutely. But responsible? Eh, not so much. A good friend? Not really.
Does sex too soon ruin relationships before they begin? Well, consider this: With one exception (by far the most disastrous of all my relationships), I slept with every guy who became my boyfriend on or before our first date.
Honestly, the whole slacker/hipster, just rolled out of bed, not trying look is completely lost on me. I like my men to look like men, not perpetual 10th graders.
He gets up to go to the bathroom....and never returns, and you never hear from him ever again. Guess he fell into the toilet bowl and drowned to death?
It's almost that time again -- where do you put your hard-earned money from the federal government? What would the SATC women do?
I'd rather commit to an enthusiastic twentysomething whose iPod is stocked with bad pop music than a middle-aged man whose romanticism is tempered by a long list of don'ts and who is terrified of losing control.
Watching an episode of Looking feels less like viewing a TV series and more like staring at a new Facebook page, complete with status updates and a homo newsfeed. Click "Like" if you agree.
Has the entertainment industry given up on the romance of Manhattan? Did it flee the country with Woody or migrate to Brooklyn with Lena Dunham? Are we destined to be portrayed as an urban wild west, ducking gunfire instead of drinking Cosmos?
This book -- a hysterical collection of essays on love, marriage and trying to conceive -- should come with a disclaimer: reading this in front of your husband may prompt awkward conversations.
You would never guess that Cynthia Nixon, star of Sex and the City, is a rosacea sufferer. Let alone that the symptoms were aggressive enough to make her self-conscious and stressed and eventually to become a spokesperson for the National Rosacea Society.
In an industry that has been difficult for women writers to establish themselves, let alone non-white writers, Dayna Lynne North has cemented a reputation as a significant voice in the growing ranks of terrific African-American TV writer/producers.
No matter how many Women's Studies classes you've taken, or even taught, it's hard to silence the noise that tells you: at least part of your worth is tied to your waistline.