I’m staying away from the obvious. I just can’t today. There are many, many, many opinions, most of which I share. But right now? I have insomnia, and better, The Teenager is coming home tomorrow; she’s doing her show at the Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theatre in the East Village. The show: We Hope You Have Fun hosted by Ruby Karp. On the line up: Nore Davis. Phoebe Robinson. Rosebud Baker. Samantha Ruddy. A perfect line up of women who have done the show before (Phoebe and Samantha) and people who will be doing it for the first time (Rosebud and Nore). Phoebe is our surprise guest, unannounced on the UCB website. Every comic to me is a surprise, the set that she/he has put together, the way their mind words, the sublime magic of their jokes hitting the ether, the laughter that results. I never take it for granted. The audience too, can be fickle. In general, the room is filled with people down for laughter. And after a weekend like the one we just had, while we sat in our living rooms and in our cars and in the playground, eyes glued to the spectacle in DC, the only sound I want to hear is the catch and release, the comic delivering and the audience laughing.
Tina Turner: “Some things you don’t remember. Some things you don’t want to. Those memories dig into your gut.”
Vicki Lawrence: “It just really never occurred to me that their solution would be to fire me. It never occurred to me that somebody wouldn’t listen, because we were becoming a hit! I kind of feel like I was Ellen before Ellen.”
Rose McGowan: “How do I explain the fact that I got a GQ Man of the Year award and no women’s magazines and no women’s organizations have supported me?”
Jill Soloway: “I had the wrong pronouns then and have only some of the right pronouns now, but I’ll use the wrong ones so you can see how wrong I had it.”
Sadly Tatum O’Neal too.
Cindy Sherman is on Instagram. What a gift.
And now have a laugh with Margaret Cho.