The Lisas are card-carrying cynics of the ‘nothing is sure but death and taxes’ camp, but we do believe in ourselves. We believe we will always strive for the amusing in any situation, even if it requires us to indulge in low humor.
Which brings us straight to today’s topic: Potty Humor. It never grows old with boys, and by extension, men. It is usually a big hit with young girls as well, but loses its appeal as women mature. Men don’t seem to grow out of it. One theory is women get stuck changing diapers, potty training children and scrubbing toilets (not to mention Aunt Flo), which can put a damper on the the enjoyment of even the most hilarious bathroom humor.
As writers of women’s fiction, you would think we’d keep the potty humor to a minimum, right? We try, but wonder if we’ve succeeded. Obviously we hang around too many guys. Then again, who’s to say men don’t read women’s fiction? TOL (The Other Lisa) claims to have secret knowledge of a surprising percentage of the male library population who are romance fans. Maybe we’re on to something?
If not, we can address our amazingly high number of underwear jokes to a truly appreciative audience. We’re re-revisiting our first collaboration, a humorous middle-grade story. In this tale, the Lisas have not shied away from the juvenile tastes we share with young readers. Give the people what they want, even the little people; especially the little people.
Oh, and just for clarification, we do draw lines. We draw plenty of lines. They’re just squiggly and ill-defined and always end up looking like ‘U’ which makes us think of underwear. And that takes us right back to square one.