Photo by Jeannie
by Jeanne Lieberman
Finding Netherland
Located
toward the bottom or more distant part of something
That more
distant part is, to use another euphemism, our “privates’ but Ms Cho certainly
does not keep them private for long.
The major
part Margaret Cho’s hour and a half performance at the Ice palace, August 8th
is largely unprintable!
Leaving
no part of her Grove audience unexposed she covers the territory from lesbians
to fag hags to gays and each group responded with roars of recognition.
Establishing
her familiarity with Cherry Grove she immediately remarked that the Meat Rack
was so dark she needed her cell phone to see.
Cho began
her act relatively conservatively confessing she was booed at a 2003 Republican
fundraiser but refused to leave the stage and followed that with some swipes at
the current candidates including Trump “he is number 1, he’s so creepy and
stupid”.
She then
reminisced about her failed 1994 TV show All-American Girl, the second Asian
themed show ever. Her producers tried to alter her appearance
to conform
to their image of Asian “until I looked like I was running from a burning
village”. The show failed so badly “it took another 20 years and an
entire generation before her next show will air this year. About thgeir
obsession with being PC she said “I love it when white people try to tell Asian
people how to feel about race because they are too scared to tell black people…Asian
Americans don’t know what to do – we just want to pick the winning side” which
prompted her new adage: ” Black Don’t Crack, Beige Don’t Age”.
.
Citing Woody
Allen her favorite comedian she declared ”we can make Jews do anything”. Joan
Rivers was her friend “She took a care of me. I know she was afraid I would eat
her dog”. Cho also queried “how can Anderson Cooper not be gay…the son of a
fashion designer!” and “how can Travolta not be gay, he is being sued by two
massage therapists”.
Another
friend, Anna Nicole Smith, “talked me into 10 years of being a drug addict…so
bad Bobby Brown asked me for the best drugs. When she died I took all of her prescription
drugs, pain killers made to be taken for pleasure. I took them with wine…I’m not
a savage”.
From
there the bisexual Cho ascended or descended (depending on taste) into a
graphic lexicon of terms and shapes of vaginas (neck pillow, origami,
muscular), and penises, especially black, which had something for all of her
target audience, from lesbians to fag hags to gays, falling off their seats in
the hilarity of recognition.
On vibrators she commented they should be in the shape of an egg
and passed between couples as in the March of the Penguins. Hers was so
loud it caused a power outage in an entire block. She described a “butch” lesbian
as “the kind of woman who rolls her own tampons.”
Relying on sounds, mannerisms and facial expressions, she described
various sexual practices in intimate detail.
There is no denying Margaret Cho has an agile wit, and this
performance, tailored to the Cherry Grove audience, had them laughing off their
chairs.