medium pimping: So I haven't written much lately
formerly
'le vie c'est tres droll'
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neither has Shakespeare!
Okay, that's the best excuse I can come up with this morning.
The actual reason I've been so remiss is that I haven't been having much robot time during the day for the past month or so. At night I seem to only be able to use my pretty imac for dirty uses, but at least I'm not alone.
That and I've had a total of 4 days off including weekends.
Why you may ask?
I wish I could offer up a globally conscious excuse: I was off deterring war, I was burying Saddam Hussein with my bare hands, hunting down Osama on a reconnaissance mission, or visiting our sister to the north trying to convince the French Canadians to tone it down.
Nope. None of that.
I was actually doing a mini tour of a musical called Condensed Classics. And believe me, I can thoroughly convince you in just a few songs that the Classics rock and you should read them because they are all about sex and violence and more sex. Scarlet Letter, Tell Tale Heart, Sonnet 131 and The Lady and The Tiger. All of them. Sex and violence. I played the Lady, the Tiger and the illegitimate devil child of Hester Prynne. My costume included biker kneepads, a pleated mini skirt, and a body mike I had to run basically inside my body to get it placed right. Need I say more?
It went over real well with the high schoolers. We were a big hit. The kids were hilarious. They loved any illusion to butt sex, any straddling of benches, and any yelling of "Guess what? CHICKEN BUTT!!!". In other words, they were just like adult audiences.
My favorite was one chick who said she felt degraded by our opening number. We were singing about how we'd rather surf the net or watch DVD's than read (duh!). She claimed to have read the Tell Tale Heart at least 50 times, and she'd much rather do that than watch TV. Luckily her competing clique's representative defended our song. She slammed the other girl saying that it didn't offend her because she had a sense of humor and got that the song was just a joke. I started chanting "Girlfight, girlfight" but all i got were dirty looks.
It was interesting that our defending teens felt compelled to approach me after the show. They said that even though the other girls were tall and blonde, that they thought I was the prettiest one. (FYI, I am short and a brunette.) They were said they were offended by what they saw as stereotypically beautiful female roles (the Princess and the adulteress Hester Prynne) were played by the blonde chicks while I played the insane kid. I reminded them that I did play The Lady ("the most smokin' hot Lady in the Semi-Barbaric Kingdom) and that while I was flattered, being pretty isn't as important to me as playing strong and effective female characters.
Despite the feminist dogma though, there was a teenage me behind my kneepads high fiving myself, "Yes! They think I'm the prettiest! I won!"
Okay now I am offending myself. Girlfight!
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