From the moment the postcoital Goldie Hawn told Armand Assante, “Now I know what I’ve been faking all these years” in Private Benjamin, Nancy Meyers has tickled America’s funnybone, first as a screenwriter and then as as a writer/director. Over the past 35 years, she’s made a career of pretending to investigate what women want and what men want while knowing all along that they both want the same things: autonomy, togetherness and to be heard.

On the occasion of The Intern, her sixth directorial effort, some thoughts  about the most successful female filmmaker of all time. There are many reasons I enjoy her films, but mostly, they just make me laugh. You?