A letter from the Chairwoman
When I first joined Tiger Mag, I was one of very few women in the organization and often the only one at meetings. Week after week, I wore down the all-male senior members of the organization with my feminine wiles and disarming beauty. “Fake it ‘til you make it” became my morning mantra. I acted like I was their friend until suddenly I had made it into the inner circle. It took time to hone my comedy skills and gain their trust, but, thankfully, I had a lot more energy and ambition freshman year.
From there, I easily rose through the ranks. I have had the honor of serving as Chairman for two years minus the months I studied abroad and our Editor-in-Chief took over. But after telling him that planning a national intercollegiate humor conference by himself and giving Dean Dunne a weekly foot massage is all part of the job, my evil plan worked and he tossed the position back to me like a hot potato. A woman in charge once again!
Now, I’m sitting in a room full of women (and one cardboard cutout of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, the only boy allowed) making an issue about women in what may be the greatest moment of my time here. I feel like the proudest and most demanding mom in the PTA. And like almost every mother in the world, I am TIRED and ready to hand off my kids to someone else. Mama needs a glass of wine and a break to get her thesis advisor situation sorted out.
This is The Princeton Tiger for Her. It’s satire for women (and men) made by women (and men) and inspired by women (in all shapes and forms). We received more submissions for the women’s issue than any issue I’ve worked on. Within these pages, you’ll find amazing content on Disney princesses, feminist appliances, and dogs that are so inexplicably beautiful they make you feel bad about yourself. And here is a list of things you will not find an article about because more paper costs more money: emotional labor, the pink tax, wearing your boyfriend’s shirts, manic pixie dream girls, maternity leave, vibrators and sexist thermostats. The last one is essentially important to me because I have yet to work in an office where I am not freezing cold all summer and I am sick of it.
I want to directly thank all the women of Tiger Mag who worked to make this issue because women in comedy don’t get enough attention. These are some of the funniest people I know and their sheer presence makes the 100 degree stress fever I got from this issue worth it. It’s good to know I’m leaving this organization in very capable, very small hands. I don’t think we’ll ever have a meeting with only one woman in the room again. My job is done.