I Was Right About the Women Wanting to Eat Babies Thing

I was right about people who want to eat babies.

baby-eating

It’s a phenomenon called “cute aggression,” and it’s what happens when people see something so cute they are overcome by emotion. Last year I wrote about the cute aggression of women who want to eat babies. Many women wrote to me to say, “Yeah, I do crave fresh human baby thigh for reasons beyond my understanding.” Now, thanks to someone who did some actual reporting, we know that this is an actual thing that people do, and we’re starting to understand why.

Via NBC News:

Many overwhelmingly positive emotions look negative, as when Miss America sobs while receiving her crown. Such high levels of positive emotion may overwhelm people. “It might be that how we deal with high positive-emotion is to sort of give it a negative pitch somehow, Dyer said. “That sort of regulates, keeps us level and releases that energy.”

They want to eat you because they love you.

Keep your heads on a swivel, little babies.

Share

ATM Rules for My Teen Daughter

Read this funny humor column about ATM rules by Julia McCloy.

Getting money from an ATM isn’t a social endeavor. It isn’t something you and your junior varsity volleyball friends do together for kicks. It isn’t something you and your friends would do without kicks. Let me be straight about ATMS: no kicks are involved at all.

Getting money from the ATM isn’t silly party fun time where everyone is trying too hard to be cool and you give your number to a drunk sophomore with a red mustache who tells you that you remind him of his parent’s dog “Sir Barks-A-Lot” because you drink water and dogs drink water. Because, first, it is illegal to get money from an ATM when you are drunk. And second, your ATM number is secret, and you shouldn’t give it to anyone. And third, it turns out I was mistaken, and it isn’t illegal to use an ATM to get money when you are drunk. I had ATMs confused with cars and, more specifically, I had it confused with your yellow Honda Del Sol.

Getting money out of an ATM isn’t like that vacation we took when you were in 8th grade where we went riding in a sightseeing bus tour to Graceland with a group of jovial middle-aged tourists from Dusseldorf and one of them yelled something that sounded to you like,”Hunka Hunka Heil Hitler.” Because, oh shit, was Elvis a Nazi or a Nazi sympathizer or even German? How do I explain that to an 8th grader? So I said “no, no you misheard that. They said ‘punka punka pile pitler.”’ Now you are almost an adult and it is time to have a serious talk, woman-to-woman, one that I imagine every mother tries to put off as long as possible: Elvis was a Nazi. That is why he died.

I probably don’t need to tell you that getting money out an ATM is not like a dance party where people are being taught how to Dougie and then pay it forward and teach someone else how to Dougie until finally the only person who doesn’t know how to Dougie is that college guy wearing a shirt that says “This is not a bald spot; it is the solar panel to my sex machine.” The biggest reason it is not like an ATM is that the line should move fast so there is no time to teach anyone how to do pretty much anything and especially not how to Dougie.  And furthermore, if there is a solar panel at the ATM, it will not be for a sex machine. And also I think that college guy was wearing that shirt ironically and that makes him almost as bad a Nazi Elvis. Who died.

Which brings me to my final point: Will you go get money out of the ATM for me while I wait here? I promise I won’t read your journal again.

Julia McCloy is the resident editorial drone for The Humor Columnist. Follow us on Twitter @thehumorcolumn.

Share

Wendy Molyneux asks strangers on the street to give her baby advice

My Twitter friend Wendy Molyneux wrote a funny piece for McSweeney’s in which she begs strangers on the street to tell her how to raise her baby.

My Twitter friend  Wendy Molyneux (you should really be following her) wrote a funny piece for McSweeney’s in which she asks strangers on the street to tell her how to raise her baby. Because parents just LOVE when strangers tell them how to raise their baby.

This is my favorite part:

“Yes, he IS crying, isn’t he? You are right. He’s probably hungry. Should I feed him? And if so, where do I put the food? His eyeball? His butt? What kinds of cuts of meat do babies like?”

Read the whole blessed thing here.

Adorable baby photo by Collin Harvey

Share

My interview with The Bloggess

I interviewed Jenny Lawson (AKA The Bloggess) for DAME Magazine.

I interviewed Jenny Lawson (AKA The Bloggess) for DAME Magazine. It went well. We spoke for half an hour on the phone while she paced her house and dusted her stuffed mice. (It’s a Bloggess thing.) We talked about her website’s origin, advice for turning a blog into a book, evil Reddit users and how her husband copes with having his conversations posted in public. Lawson is naturally funny, humble and nice. I hope we get the chance to speak again. She has stories. Oh, she has stories.

Naturally, I couldn’t fit the entire interview into the DAME article, so after it was posted I asked the publisher if I could post the rest of the interview on my site.

The original Q-and-A is here.

And now the bonus tracks…

Continue reading “My interview with The Bloggess”

Share