Men complain that women aren't funny. Well, maybe it's because we're weighed down with a womb. Womb rhymes with tomb and who finds a tomb funny? How are we to be flouncy, frivolous and flippant with such serious matters as birth and death on our minds?
Besides, what makes men so funny? Well, OK, the tendency to develop a bald spot about the time a woman births her third child is good for a giggle. But what makes her giggle and him guffaw is often a difference in the taste in humor. Men gravitate to wisecracks, slapstick and gutter humor, while women prefer the sly, the dry and the wry humor. He rolls in the aisles when one stooge pokes two fingers in the eyes of another, while she smiles at the ironies of life and enjoys the last laugh. For without the womb there wouldn't be a single man around to complain that women aren't funny. Womb-envy, anyone?
