Margaret Cho's Assassin show

We went to see Margaret Cho's Assassin show last night, one of Heather's birthday presents to me from six weeks ago. I laughed so hard that I was exhausted and a little delirious by two-thirds of the way through. Not quite so funny were the dickhead hecklers and outright morons who felt the need to talk loudly, make rude comments, and generally dampen the good spirits of all of us who had the misfortune to be near them. Particularly shocking was one audience member's response to support act Bruce Daniels. Daniels said quite early on in his routine that he is a proud, gay, African American. Later, some dickhead yelled really loudly: 'You look really white. What are you, anyway, black or white?'

Daniels responded masterfully, first asking how the question was relevant, then saying something like: 'I didn't realise this was a dialogue. Oh, actually it's not. 'Cause I'm ending it right now. Shut the fuck up.' The audience roared with approval. Still, that incident really unsettled me. What kind of idiots was I surrounded by?

Well, for the most part, I wasn't surrounded by idiots at all. The audience loved the show. Someone behind me sounded like they were having fits, they were laughing so hard. It's rare to hear people actually shriek with laughter, but that's what people were doing all around me. Except for the drunk morons nearby who seemed to not ... quite ... get ... it. So they chatted among themselves instead, and made sly, snarky comments in response to Cho's jokes -- but never loud enough for Cho to hear and mete out her (no doubt) severe vengeance.

More than anything I'm wondering what kind of idiot goes to a Margaret Cho show without knowing what she's about. Is there this world that I don't know about, some parallel universe where people will spend $55 a ticket on something completely unknown, and just assume they will enjoy it? Maybe after last night, and the 'Laura Bush and Lysol' joke (among others), they'll think again. I can only hope so.


Aside from all that, Yay for Margaret! Come back soon!

Tarnation

We went to the Dendy cinema on Sunday night to see Tarnation, Jonathan Caouette's documentary about his relationship with his mentally-ill mother. It was, at times, hilarious, unsettling, and very moving, and Heather and I thought it was great. We walked into the city for the film, and walked back home afterwards in the cold winter night. It's really pleasant to go walking after seeing a film; like having a stroll after dinner, I suppose, it seems to aid the digestion.

Seeing the movie also made me surer about this blog. Sometimes I wonder if blogging is too self-involved, and whether it's presumptuous to think that anyone else is interested in my life. But Caouette's film is really self-involved, and it works. It works because he has a story to tell -- a small story, a family story -- and through hearing his story, I could better understand my own family stories. And, no doubt, by telling his story, Caouette understands things better himself. That is also what I am trying to do here in this blog. Place my little jigsaw pieces and gradually form a picture -- for myself, and for anyone else who is curious to see what results.

Lesbian colours

A few months ago I was reading a book about lesbian weddings and commitment ceremonies. A whole range of couples talked about planning and executing their ceremonies, and it was interesting to see how every couple takes a different approach, incorporating elements of the traditional and non-traditional to suit their style. One thing that bothered me, though, was a particular couple who described how they decorated their house for the ceremony in 'Lesbian colours'. Not just lesbian colours, folks, but capital-L Lesbian colours.

At the time, I asked Heather, 'What are Lesbian colours?'

Neither of us knew, but we guessed that purple was involved. Surely if the couple meant 'rainbow colours', they would say so. And besides, the rainbow symbols are not specifically lesbian colours, but indicate GLBTI stuff more generally. So what are these Lesbian colours?

Just now, I just did a google search for 'lesbian colors' and also the Australian spelling, 'colours'. One result was for a site called 'Wet Lesbian', which contains the phrase: 'Their main wet lesbian colors wet lesbian are wet lesbian dark blue and black wet lesbian'. Although very interesting, this didn't solve my dilemma. 'Mature lesbian colors' came up in the curiously-named Very-Older-Pussy dot com. (Doubtful that the site would enlighten me, I didn't click on the link.)

Intriguing as all of this may be, I still do not know what Lesbian colours are.

I would really appreciate it if any of my lovely readers can help me out here. Firstly, what are Lesbian colours? (Even if you don't know, make a suggestion. Live a little.) Secondly, if Heather and I have a colour theme for our wedding celebrations, what Lesbian colours should we use?