In a world that often demands we be either serious or silent, let us raise a hot dog bun to the Joslyn Janes and Mrs. Weiner Boys of the world. Long may they reign—confusing, caffeinated, and completely unbothered.
Suddenly, sweeps in, wearing a fur coat in July.
(to the room at large) My husband says I’m not allowed to judge the “Best in Bun” contest, but he’s not the sheriff of flavor, is he, Jane? joslyn jane mrs. weiner boy
This is not “Mrs. Weiner,” as in the wife of a man named Mr. Weiner. No. This is Mrs. Weiner Boy . The grammar alone is an act of rebellion. Is she the wife of a boy named Weiner? Is she a boy (who is a weiner) who is now married? Or is “Weiner Boy” a singular title, like a superhero? (Weiner Boy: able to grill sausages in a single bound!)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go explain to my boss why I wrote 500 words about a Mrs. Weiner Boy. In a world that often demands we be
By Vivian Kane
You have frosting on your eyebrow.
“Mrs. Weiner Boy” implies a character of immense, unearned confidence. She shows up to parent-teacher conferences wearing a tiara. She refers to her husband (a man who still uses a flip phone) as “my little prince.” She has a catchphrase, and it is probably “That’s Mrs. Weiner Boy to you.” When you put them together— Joslyn Jane Mrs. Weiner Boy —you get the perfect sitcom cold open: