About Us
In 1981, two twenty something young women shared an office in a television production company on the formerly seedy Westside of Manhattan.
In spite of their very low-level production jobs, they rose quickly to become producers of television movies. They won some Emmy’s and got to do some pretty cool things. One was a really hot babe who unintentionally attracted every man that came within 50 feet of her and the other, well, lets just say she was late bloomer with a really good sense of humor, but together they forged a friendship that has lasted the boyfriends, the breakups, the jobs, the relocations, the marriages, the children and now the menopause. Let’s talk about depth baby. They decided early on that being a woman does not have to suck balls because they whole-heartedly believe that it is every woman’s right to absolutely FEEL GOOD ABOUT herself. That yes, women have to endure a lot of bad shit but the truth is, you can’t let it get to you and that you must always strive to put a positive spin on a negative. So fuck you media, we may be a tad overweight, a little wrinkled and well, maybe a little moody but we’re not dead. These two women, aka Robbie and Susan, have created MYPHEME.COM to nurture and cultivate your sense of humor. In the spirit of our patron saint, the goddess Pheme, we pledge and promise to TELL IT LIKE IT IS. This is especially important as you grow older. We’re here to share our stories and have a good time and we’re here for you, our girlfriends, our sisters, our mypheme community of AWESOME WOMEN.
We’d like to share a story with you about the origin of the mypheme moment. In 1981, before the hand held digital video camera came into play, we decided to use whatever quick fix media was available to share our funny moments. On a budget, and not being able to afford Polaroid film, we utilized the office Xerox machine to share a concept, which we called NAME THESE TITS. We took a garbage can to block the elevator door from any unwanted visitors and then we proceeded to lift our shirts and press our boobs on the glass top of the Xerox machine. Not to date ourselves, but in those days, the top of the Xerox machine moved horizontally to capture images so therefore we had to create a landing that enabled us to reach the top of the machine so that we could shuffle to the right and then back to left in order to complete the copy process. (We wish mammograms were this much fun). The various Xeroxes were sent to our friends with a big GUESS WHO? written on them. It provided hours of stupid entertainment but there wasn’t one gal in the office who refused to participate…In fact, there was a line.
