Every day I live in fear of becoming the transmasculine Erma Bombeck – but would it really be that bad? A friendly working relationship with the Family Circus guy (who I’m sure is really nice, no matter what anyone says about that strip), a reliable column, put out a book every two years from mostly already-published work, a fat lecture-circuit budget, a couple of kids, a couple of failed pilots just so you could say you’d been to LA, grand marshal in the Rose Parade, leaving your papers to your alma mater – you could do worse than having trans dads carefully cutting out your columns and pasting them to the fridge (the good indoor fridge, not the supplementary Popsicles-and-game-meat fridge out in the garage). And it wouldn’t take that much tweaking to get there…
It's nice to know someone else still remembers Erma Bombeck. I also still look back fondly on Jean Kerr, whose books I was far too young to enjoy as much as I did.
I have considered this myself, only without the trans schtick. And with some pithy humor about my career as an admin assistant to medical researchers...
It's nice to know someone else still remembers Erma Bombeck. I also still look back fondly on Jean Kerr, whose books I was far too young to enjoy as much as I did.
these titles are all pure gold. I can't stop thinking about "When You Look Like Your Passport Photo, It's Time to Go Home"
You could do worse.
I have considered this myself, only without the trans schtick. And with some pithy humor about my career as an admin assistant to medical researchers...
Or maybe the medical research Dave Barry.