You know how Fuck Marry Kill is played, don’t you? Good. Yesterday, EIC Jennifer Wright explored the importance of a sense of humor in overcoming gendered adversity. Deputy editor Ashley Cardiff kind of just has to go along with whatever she says, so here they are: this week’s Fuck Marry Kill involves three of the funniest men ever.
Jennifer: So, we’re piggybacking off of that “men explaining things” post I wrote yesterday. How exactly is this piggybacking?
Ashley: You lazy bastard.
Jennifer: Is it because… humor is good thing? It’s fun to be funny! Is that what we’re saying?
Ashley: Yes. Not only is humor great for diffusing turmoil and shit, it’s also very appealing. Hence, three funny men.
Jennifer: So, a Fuck, Marry, Kill with Mel Brooks, Woody Allen and Bill Cosby. Makes sense. Marry Mel Brooks. In fact, everything with Mel Brooks. Spend every moment of your life with Mel Brooks. Cannibalize Mel Brooks and put him inside you. See if Mel Brooks can cannibalize you and you can ride around inside his stomach lining. Become one.
Ashley: Yeah, this is tough because you have to marry Brooks. You have to. He’s perfect. But I don’t want to have sex with Woody Allen and you cannot kill Cosby. He’s a genius and I love him, too.
Jennifer: Ugh, sex with Woody Allen seems awful. Even in his movies – I’m thinking especially of Annie Hall – it’s clear that you have to drug yourself to enjoy sex with Woody Allen.
Ashley: Or be a shy teenager fraught with self-doubt who always expects the best of people, like Mariel Hemingway in Manhattan.
Jennifer: I also feel like Mel Brooks is just, you know, a noble Saint. I think the way they make fun of Hitler in The Producers – how they’re able to make the terrifying ridiculous and in doing so make us less afraid – is flat-out the noblest use of comedy. And I don’t know if Woody Allen does anything that approximates that? Or Cosby, for that matter. Honestly, I kind of think Woody Allen fucked things up for a lot of women by making them think it was somehow romantic or New Yorker-ish to date emotionally distant but funny men filled with neurosis.
Ashley: I have a hard time choosing between Brooks and Cosby because I think they’d both be excellent husbands. So much of Cosby’s best stand-up is about being a father, too, so I know we have congruent views on the ridiculousness of parenting. But I grew up with Cosby’s standup and I have a hard time choosing him for “fuck.” He’s so… avuncular.
Jennifer: The sweaters! I just can’t imagine him naked. Weirdly, I can very easily imagine Woody Allen naked, I just don’t like it that much. Come to think of it, Bill Cosby did always wear suits when he did stand-up. He was very handsome.
Ashley: Right. We’re talking about classic, perfect Cosby, not his Cosby Show character. He’s not going to whip out his Jell-O jiggler.
Jennifer: Hahahaha, that’s pretty funny though, yes? It’s funny when he does the voices. Okay. Wait. I think I saw Cosby do stand-up when I was…8. And I think I associate Cosby with a very specific time in my life and when I think of him I will always be that age. So it is impossible for me to view him as anything but a hilarious uncle who I cannot sleep with. Sorry that is so weird.
Ashley: You’re still left with him and Woody. There’s no way out.
Jennifer: Well, at some point, haven’t we all slept with a Woody Allen type? Someone self absorbed and neurotic who wants to pause during sex to talk about the decline of America or some such?
Ashley: Not a 5’5” Woody Allen type, we haven’t.
Jennifer: He’s 5’5? That’s not really that surprising. But, to be fair, you are not going for a guy like that because you think “OH MY GOD HE’S SO PHYSICALLY ATTRACTIVE.” You’re going for a guy like that… because of Woody Allen movies. Only because Manhattan has made you believe it would be poignant, somehow. But life doesn’t happen in black and white!
Ashley: There are certain undeniable aspects of Woody Allen’s appeal–liberal arts majors are hardwired to go for the guy making incisive jokes about Russian literature. But so much of his whole persona is feebleness, and I can’t really deal with that.
Jennifer: Hilarious movies, seems like an awful boyfriend.
Ashley: Seems like a dreadful boyfriend! Always cheating, always shouting about people who’ve wronged him, self-obsessed to the point of solipsism.
Jennifer: Ugh, yes, the worst.
Ashley: I hate to say… but… kill Woody.
Jennifer: Kill Woody. We have to. For women everywhere who have been tricked into thinking he is deeper for possessing awful qualities.
Ashley: Agreed completely. But now I’m tempted to fuck Mel, because I can totally imagine sleeping with Mel Brooks–he’s the greatest!–but then I’m free to marry Cosby, which is within the bounds of reason. …But, then… then I see pictures of Mel Brooks and Ann Bancroft and… you have to marry Mel. How can you not marry Mel? He’s perfect.
Jennifer: That is all I want, Ashley. To sepnd my twilight years like that. Also, his son, Max Brooks, wrote perhaps the most famous Zombie Novel. It’s called World War Z. It’s comprised of (fictional) oral histories following the Zombie Apocalypse, and there is one supposedly from the perspective of a famous film director that is clearly based off Mel Brooks that is my favorite one. And it’s one that makes me cry every time. I know this is a specific example that not everyone is going to know, but what I guess you can take away from it is “Anne Bancroft and Mel Brooks raised smart, funny kids who loved them a lot.”
Ashley: Oh god. How can you not marry Mel? I want to marry Mel in real life. If he asked me to marry him tomorrow, I’d probably say yes.
Jennifer: I would, too. Like, even if he asked both of us. I’d agree to a polygamous marriage and I’d love him more and kill you in your sleep.
Ashley: I will ruin you.
Jennifer: Let’s both write him letters using our own blood right now!
Ashley: I’m already lightheaded!