An excerpt from Tina Fey’s The New Yorker article
People sometimes ask me about the diﬀerence between male and female comedians. Do men and women ﬁnd diﬀerent things funny? I usually attempt an answer that is so diplomatic and boring that the person will just walk away. Something like “There’s a tremendous amount of overlap in what men and women think is funny. And, I hate to generalize, but I would say that at the far ends of the spectrum men may prefer visceral, absurd elements, like sharksand robots, while women are more drawn to character-based jokes and verbal idiosyncrasies.” Have you walked away yet?
Here’s the truth: There is an actual diﬀerence between male and female comedy writers, and I’m going to reveal it now. The men urinate in cups. And sometimes jars. One of the ﬁrst times I walked into the oﬃce of my old boss Steve Higgins, he was eating an apple and smoking a cigarette simultaneously. (When I started at “S.N.L.,” you could still smoke in an oﬃce building. I might not be young.) I had been there only a few weeks, and Steve had been very encouraging and supportive. I forget what we were talking about, but I went to get a reference book oﬀ a high shelf in his oﬃce. When I reached to move a paper cup that was in front of it, Steve jumped up. “Don’t touch that,” he said. “Hang on.” He grabbed the cup, and a couple of others like it around the oﬃce, and took them out of the room to dump them.
“Oh, yeah, that’s pee in those cups,” my friend Paula Pell later informed me. I could not believe it.
JACKED FROM: The New Yorker