Last week, we watched as Adam Carolla got raked over the coals for implying, “that dudes are funnier than chicks.” Somehow the blogosphere translated that glib statement into a blanket proclamation of, “women AREN’T funny.” Almost every humorous voice had something to say on Twitter; and because it was a slow news day in the 24 hour news cycle, it devolved into a genuine virtual witch hunt. I rolled my eyes at the citizens of Soapbox City who were indignant; especially at the ranting dudes who just came off as pandering wussies. I gained respect for the ones that refrained from the viral backlash and dealt with it with sarcasm and brushed it off their shoulders. In his defense, as per usual, he was taken out of context. Also, must we remind ourselves that he’s a comedian whose job it is to say outrageous and provocative things? He’s a professional asshole. He’s not a role model, politician or teacher. ZOMG, Carolla said things that are not nice!!! Please, I’ve had it with this sensationalist culture of nontroversies.

I am a reformed Adam Carolla fan, I’ve kind of moved onto Marc Maron. Loveline, the hilarious love/sex-advice radio call-in show, was a mainstay for me, his current top-downloaded podcast can be entertaining when he lets his guests get a word in edgewise; Carolla is a quick wit, fast on his feet, honest and intelligent. But I have grown tired of his condescending, out-of-touch voice. Once largely apolitical, his rants now have a conservative lilt. The “Everbody’s Lazy and I’m an Angry Rich White Man” shtick has gotten tiresome, is boring and one-note. He’s even becoming the poster child for, neo-con twerp, Tucker Carlson‘s blog The Daily Caller; they’ve been eating up Ace’s fodder for the past week. Fuck that noise.

Why am I bringing this all up again? Well, I wanted to offer my two cents on the whole ordeal and when Carolla mentioned a few exceptions to the rule, “…Sarah Silverman, Tina Fey, Kathy Griffin –” I felt he left off a couple of names that should have been included in that pantheon of funny contemporary ladies. Besides, Maria Bamford, Kristen Wiig and Amy Poehler, he also forgot auteur Nora Ephron.

Today on June 26, 2012, at the age of 71, famed American filmmaker, director, producer, screenwriter, novelist, playwright, journalist, author, and blogger Nora Ephron died from pneumonia, a complication resulting from acute myeloid leukemia, a condition with which she was diagnosed with in 2006.

When you talk romantic comedies, you must bring up Nora Ephron, she’s the rom-com equivalent to Woody Allen. Modern rom-coms these days are just cheap imitations of When Harry Met Sally…Sleepless in Seattle, and You’ve Got Mail. It goes without saying but When Harry Met Sally… is a classic. Her contributions to popular culture are huge, she will be missed. I’m sorry, Ace-Man, but you could only dream of having a fraction of Ephron’s career. Sometimes it pays off to be funny…and pleasant.


I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.