To our knowledge, Ezra Pound never saw a donkey show. Here’s updated cantos for drunk backpackers in Madrid and jerks on the Dead Sea.
Jon Stewart’s Rally to Restore Sanity is bad for America, except for the America that buys or sells advertising time on Comedy Central.
A live studio audience is one part mosh pit, two parts Godot. A Glendale taping becomes a hostage situation.
Next month, one book will be crowned America’s funniest. Reviewing this year’s candidates for the Thurber Prize for American Humor, and tiptoeing through the doo-doo.
To be Jewish in America can be a gefilte fish served with wasabi and a dollop of paranoia. And things get even more complicated when you don’t look the part.
In the two weeks since she became John McCain’s running mate, Sarah Palin has made her mark—most notably for her aggressive joke-telling. Since the Democrats are unwilling to jibe back, here are some punchlines.
Grief takes on many forms, though it’s rare to hear about a sudden addiction to comedy clubs and Seth Meyers’s political impersonations.
Everybody wants to know, but nobody wants to ask: Why are Jews funny? A journey far from the roads of good intentions.
Conan O’Brien’s recent comedy bits about Finland earned him that country’s adulation; his trip there for a one-hour special—airing tonight—sealed the deal. What the unlikely matchup means for one writer’s family.
Battered and bullied in the press room, morning, noon, and night. What’s a normal, average press secretary to do when he just wants to spend some quality time with his wife? As it turns out, things aren’t much better there.
America hasn’;t been the same since Bob Hope died. Now—at war around the world—when we need him most, who will challenge the pompous and self-righteous?
The White House Correspondents Association dinner is DC’s biggest night—politicos mix with editors mix with celebrities, all very realalcoholik. It’s also among the lowest points of journalism.