Yeah, she's been with Jane Wagner for years. Or last I heard.
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I'm so stupid. I watched her get her Mark Twain prize for comedy and she kept referring to Jane as her partner, but I thought she meant writing.
Eye m dubm.
Not rash assumption, they ARE writing partners.
I didn't know either Aimee.
Oh yeah - Tomlin and Wagner did The Search for Intelligent Life in the Universe back in the '80s. I think then is when I figured she was gay. Or maybe a gay friend told me she was gay at around the same time....
I saw that show, maybe '86, in Hollywood. It was made of awesome, as are Tomlin and Wagner. Pretty funny for chicks.
I don't enjoy much standup, but much of what I have enjoyed has been female. I don't generally think about the gender of the person making me laugh. Personally in my life men have cracked me up laughing more often than women.
Tomlin and Wagner did The Search for Intelligent Life in the Universe back in the '80s. I think then is when I figured she was gay.
I saw that with my mom when she brought it to Chicago on tour in 1988 or '89, and came to the same conclusion after seeing the play. My dad had won tickets to the show (his group won the Tribune's Ribfest in '88) and saw it with his wife and some friends, and hated it with a passion. Knowing his rather conservative views on sexuality, I wasn't surprised.
Speaking of my dad, he cracked me up at Thanksgiving when I was telling him about my eye doctor appointment and the expectation of needing bifocals in the next few years. He said something about "Well, that'll happen when you hit 38," and I replied, "Dad, I'll be 41 in March." His expression of sheer horror was priceless!
OTOH, it's possible we're not funny because we don't have penises.
Don't get me wrong -- I'm a fan of the penis, very pro-penis... but nothing is funnier than a penis.
Ha! I'm never sure if my father knows how old I am. My mother does, though, to the second.
During one of my whiny calls home I was complaining to her that the doctor had put me on baby aspirin to mitigate an elevated stroke risk. She tried to comfort me by telling me her doctor had done the same thing to her.
Dude! You're hypertensive and thirty-odd years older than me! I feel worse now, not better.
I'm wicked funny! And Jewish. And hefty. So I don't count, I guess. WhatEv!!!