Are you a degenerate cum dumpster who isnt worthy of love or affection? Probably not, but odds are someone has made you feel that way at one point in time.
Hi! Were Corinne Fisher and Krystyna Hutchinson, cohosts of Guys We Fucked: The Anti Slut-Shaming Podcast, a weekly comedic discussion about human sexuality, relationships, and taboos that has garnered an absurdly large and loyal following (mostly because people feel a greater sense of sexual shame and hookup hang-ups than we could have ever imagined).
The catalyst for the podcast went down inside a Panera Bread with Corinne and her boyfriend at the timea man who will be referred to from this point on as Panera. After she purchased her broke, also-a-comic beau of two years a You Pick Two combo, complete with the ninety-nine-cent dessert add-on, he told her, I cant do this anymore. It was a breakup breakdown of epic proportions, partly because Corinne had just lost the love of her life and partly because she realized how much control she had allowed a man to have over her happiness for so long. She spent months thinking about this, mostly using comedy as rehab, and began interrogating everyone she knew about their boyfriends, girlfriends, marriages, and breakups. She was on her way to becoming the Barbara Walters of relationships.
After almost a year of reflection, including drawing way too much of a correlation between the Katy PerryRussell Brand breakup and her own, Corinne got an idea. An awful idea. Corinne got a wonderful, awful idea. Influenced perhaps a little too much by movies starring John Cusack, she decided to take a cue from High Fidelity and go back and interview every boyfriend and sex partner shed ever had to figure out what she was doing wrong. But for an undertaking of this level, one needs a friend, so Corinne sent a text to her longtime comedy partner, Krystyna, the other half of the Sorry About Last Night... duo. The two girls had already made somewhat of a splash on the local comedy scene with their BYOB variety shows, rap music videos dedicated to shitty roommates, recaps of the show Girls, and self-titled two-woman show at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre in Chelsea, so to pair up on this new venture seemed only natural.
From its inception at a dining room table at 151 Kent Ave. in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, the goal of Sorry About Last Night... had always been to create comedy with a purpose, and this idea seemed to capture that notion quite succinctly. By sitting down with people from our past, we would become our best selves for the future. After a few whiskey-infused meetings, including one in which Krystyna suggested adding The Anti Slut-Shaming Podcast to the shows title, we pitched our idea to Stand Up NY Labs, the original home of Guys We Fucked, who accepted our edgy concept with open arms.
Corinne knew exactly who she wanted to start with for the first episode: Vinnie Vitale, a charming, handsomealbeit neuroticcomedian from Vernon, New Jersey, who had been her on-again, off-again fling post-Panera. He adored Corinne, and she adored that adoration. After propositioning Vinnie one final time, this one being nonsexual and in a Coffee Bean at the corner of Bleecker and Macdougal, their fate was sealed.
The episode, ultimately entitled Vinnie: Can I Choke You? started with Corinne recounting her recent (and only) one-night stand with another Jersey boy, Anthony from Atlantic City, and Krystyna complaining about getting mistaken for a stripper. It ended up being listened to by over five hundred thousand people. Listeners seemed to immediately gravitate toward our open and honest approach to sexuality, because, they said, it made them feel like they were hanging out with their friends. As the interviews with former flings, fuck buddies, and ex-boyfriends piled up, so did the e-mails in our inbox. Without prodding, subscribers began to furiously seek sex, dating, and relationship advice from ustwo pretty regular twentysomethings. And all those e-mails were connected by one overbearing common thread: shame.
These letters from strangers served as an alarming wake-up call about societys relationship with sexuality. So we began to dive deeper with our guests and our subject matterthe darker, the better. While comedy was still the glue that held every fucked up story together, we regularly laughed and cried with our guests about abortion, pedophilia, rape, sexual assault, domestic abuse, stalking, and suicide.
What started out as a self-centered endeavor to explore more about ourselves quickly morphed into something bigger. Doing our podcast has taught us how necessary it is to have women be confident and vocal about their sexual choices, be shameless but smart about them, and be serious but with a sense of humor (something sorely lacking in both sexuality and feminism). We are those women. The only shame we would ever feel is if we didnt write this book.
After reading three years worth of e-mails from strangers of every age, gender, race, and sexual orientation, and from all around the world, the one thing we can say for certain is that whatever flavor of sexual shame you may have, you are not alone. While this book wont be able to magically heal you, it may allow you to see yourself in a different way. If youre struggling to get over a breakup, coping with sexual trauma, or just dealing with the awkwardness of being human, we hope reading this will allow the healing process to continue, or begin. Self-help is not selfish. In fact, we believe its the most selfless thing you can do. By taking time to better yourself, you will be a better partner. If the airplane of your life is going down, you have to properly affix your oxygen mask before helping anyone else. We know this because weve seen it with our podcast guests, in e-mails from our listeners, and in our own lives. While were not necessarily suggesting you air your sexual laundry for the entire world to hear (thats kind of our thing), we can certainly say the lessons from our podcast are universal, and transformative.
Perhaps the biggest transformation has been in how the two of us understand ourselves. Weve left no taboo stone unturned, and our conversations have frequently highlighted the delightful differences between us. The topics, while oft polarizing, have done us the great service of showcasing our Odd Couple juxtaposition of personalities. Corinne, three years older and a resident of New York City since age seventeen, is aggressively realistic, open-minded, sarcastic, wise, and food driven, while Krystyna is loquacious, optimistic, curious, kindhearted, and a proud member of the Church of Beyonc. If you already listen to the podcast, you know this. If you dont, prepare to meet your hosts.
Self-esteem isnt everything.
Its just that theres nothing without it.
Gloria Steinem
Ive always had a gift for making people laugh. The first time I remember really going for it is in Mrs. Swansons kindergarten class. Mrs. Swanson had left the classroom for reasons unknown (Im hoping a tawdry affair, but I dont want to start rumors), which to young Corinne was the equivalent of putting a staircase in front of a Broadway stage with a sign that says OPEN CALL. I knew I needed a quick bit, nothing too wordy or clever that would go over the heads of these plebeians I was forced to learn the alphabet with. I needed a crowd-pleaser. Perhaps an act-out? I channeled Dane Cook before I even knew who he was, lifted the half shirt given to me by my Jewish grandmother (who thought until her dying day that nudity was the biggest sin), and revealed my nubile areolas. Some of my classmates cackled, some were shocked into silence by the avant-garde nature of my performance, and of course one future Id-like-to-speak-to-the-manager bitch squealed on me. Ugh, women. We continually hold one another back. Good thing I was smart enough to woman her right back, bat my eyelashes at the teacher, and charm my way out of any possible trouble. Apparently, when you have a squeaky clean track record, you get to lift your top now and again without repercussions. And thats the best reason for staying in line anyone will ever give you.