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senoritafishSo, I went to see this last night with a bunch of friends from work. We took up the whole third row. It was actually so funny I had a sore throat afterwards, and my cheeks hurt from laughing. It started with a female comic, who came out and said she was the "fluffer" although she had the opposite effect ("Surest thing to get rid of an erection, have a woman start talking for 20 minutes") . The whole thing struck me as something a bunch of frat boys would come up with at a kegger, or in the shower at the gym - and they did say it was originally created while at the pub. And it definitely was not sexual, but more of the gleeful juvenile joy in nudity that my 2 and 4 year-old boys have, taking their pants off at the least provocation, running around the living room, squealing, "Lookie, what I can do." I do have to admit it was a bit disconcerting when they whipped off the capes, but I rapidly got used to it, sort of like reading subtitles when watching a foreign film. After a while, it really stops registering what you are looking at. The dorky looking sneakers and socks, must have been deliberately chose to keep it from looking serious. Some of the "installations" looked a bit painful; although they swore they weren't, I did see a few grimaces. Since most of us are marine biologists, we particulary appreciated the "sea anemone," although M. said it would more appropriately have been a fat inn-keeper worm (Urechis caupo- look it up, you'll see the resemblance)
We went to Ed DeBevic's afterward. I didn't have any money, but I got to swill down all the water I wanted, which was good. I had been thirsty before the show started, and the water fountain only dispensed the barest trickles of water, about enough to make you realize you are really, really thirsty . M. offered to share her fries with me, and there was a DJ playing name that tune with old TV show themes. I won a large rice krispie treat for guessing the theme to "Jonny Quest," so I didn't go totally hungry. The waitstaff, who all dress up in fifties-type outfits, got up on the counters and danced to "YMCA," and there must have been about 8 badly out tune "Happy Birthdays" in the hour or so we were there. When we left, someone in our group wondered what city we were in, and I pointed to the lettering over the door - "Keep Beverly Hills clean, wipe your feet before exiting!" I'm going to have to give M. a few bucks later after payday, she had to pay for valet parking twice.
I'm a little disappointed that John isn't even curious about what this thing was about. He refused to read any of the articles in the paper about it, and all he would say yesterday was "Go, have a good time," in a sullen voice. For someone who is such an exhibitionist, it suprises me that he would be so sensitive about it. The first time I showed him the web page, (and asked if he wanted to go, because the last time we went to a comedy show without him, he was really hurt), he got all offended with me for even considering that he might want to see such a thing. The thing that probably first attracted me to John was his sense of humor - he usually find something funny in everthing, and enjoys all kinds of humor. That's why it stunned me a little that he has no sense of humor about this.
I've read a few articles in the paper about this, and it just reminds me that most American males take themselves far too seriously. Why else is female frontal nudity allowed in R-rated movies, while male nudity is not? Apparently, there is a very mixed crowd in Europe and Australia when this plays, and here in America, the audience seems to be mostly women and gay men. I did see what appeared to be hetero couples there though, so some straight guys must find this funny (or else they were dragged kicking and screaming, but it didn't look like it).
So am I subscribing to a double-standard here? The little poll I posted earlier was only half in jest. Maybe I'm self-justifying, but I don't think so. The surrounding attitude, the feel of the thing, is much different. One does not go to a strip club to have a good laugh. As the one comic said, it's the difference between shooting a bullet and throwing it. Women scream and yell and giggle, and men sit there and look predatory. Oh, I don't know what I'm talking about - I'll just shut up now.
We went to Ed DeBevic's afterward. I didn't have any money, but I got to swill down all the water I wanted, which was good. I had been thirsty before the show started, and the water fountain only dispensed the barest trickles of water, about enough to make you realize you are really, really thirsty . M. offered to share her fries with me, and there was a DJ playing name that tune with old TV show themes. I won a large rice krispie treat for guessing the theme to "Jonny Quest," so I didn't go totally hungry. The waitstaff, who all dress up in fifties-type outfits, got up on the counters and danced to "YMCA," and there must have been about 8 badly out tune "Happy Birthdays" in the hour or so we were there. When we left, someone in our group wondered what city we were in, and I pointed to the lettering over the door - "Keep Beverly Hills clean, wipe your feet before exiting!" I'm going to have to give M. a few bucks later after payday, she had to pay for valet parking twice.
I'm a little disappointed that John isn't even curious about what this thing was about. He refused to read any of the articles in the paper about it, and all he would say yesterday was "Go, have a good time," in a sullen voice. For someone who is such an exhibitionist, it suprises me that he would be so sensitive about it. The first time I showed him the web page, (and asked if he wanted to go, because the last time we went to a comedy show without him, he was really hurt), he got all offended with me for even considering that he might want to see such a thing. The thing that probably first attracted me to John was his sense of humor - he usually find something funny in everthing, and enjoys all kinds of humor. That's why it stunned me a little that he has no sense of humor about this.
I've read a few articles in the paper about this, and it just reminds me that most American males take themselves far too seriously. Why else is female frontal nudity allowed in R-rated movies, while male nudity is not? Apparently, there is a very mixed crowd in Europe and Australia when this plays, and here in America, the audience seems to be mostly women and gay men. I did see what appeared to be hetero couples there though, so some straight guys must find this funny (or else they were dragged kicking and screaming, but it didn't look like it).
So am I subscribing to a double-standard here? The little poll I posted earlier was only half in jest. Maybe I'm self-justifying, but I don't think so. The surrounding attitude, the feel of the thing, is much different. One does not go to a strip club to have a good laugh. As the one comic said, it's the difference between shooting a bullet and throwing it. Women scream and yell and giggle, and men sit there and look predatory. Oh, I don't know what I'm talking about - I'll just shut up now.
