I get called a lot of things by taxidermy enthusiasts, animal-rights activists, and the media. I'm apparently an instructor, an expert, a hipster, an animal hater, a sicko, a stuffer...but one of the most puzzling things I have been called recently is a "woman taxidermist" and I get asked the same question time and time again "Why are so many women taking up taxidermy classes?".
It's my personal view that all the while the men are busy bantering with each other at work they are missing out on some of the richest, funniest and, dare I say, filthiest observational comedy that comes naturally to women. The men don't get a look in! Humour is very definitely part of a women's method of communicating but we do it our way!