How to Piss Off A Redhead
Yesterday, someone had the nerve to call UnfunnyMe GIRLY.
I let him off the hook with a warning. (Mostly because I was feeling especially forgiving and OtherMe wasn’t around to go all bat-shit-crazy on him.)
Until recently, all of my little stat-counter-thingamajigs told me that the majority of unfunny readers and Facebook “Likes” were males from age 25-45.
Truthfully, I’m relieved to get some female readers so it won’t be such a helmet-fest around here – but I haven’t been “girly” since I was five.
That was when I threw every dress I owned in the trash because I realized my three big brothers didn’t have to wear that shit. Then I demanded that my mother chop off all my hair.
I think it was around this same time that my parents gave up pretending I would ever be a normal, well-adjusted, human being.
Now that I’m a little older, I have been known to wear a dress on occasion. Sometimes I even wash my hair. But I am not girly, and neither is unfunnyme.com.
There’s nothing wrong with being girly – but I rankle at the implication that UnfunnyMe is something that only “silly girls” would want to read.
I may be only 5’2, but the next douche-fizzle who calls this site girly gets his nose smashed into my kneecap right before I grind his balls into the pavement with my steel-toed boots. Then we’ll see who’s girly.
And now for some other news!
Someone was nuts enough to hire me to help with their social networking.
I’m pretty sure they’ll fire me as soon as the figure out I’m not funny.
Since they produce a lot of science fiction movies, I’ve taken to wearing a colander on my head while I’m working. This prevents the aliens from reading my mind.
And in even bigger news, UnfunnyMe has an awesome new cover photo on Facebook. You really should see it. Plus, I post all sorts of nifty things over there that I don’t always get a chance to post back here.