I can definitely see why a lot of people like her, but i didn’t think she was that great, and i don’t agree with most of her politics and found a lot of what she said or how she said it to be problematic.
I really should have taken notes or something. I always think this after events that i don’t bring a notebook to, and when i do bring a notebook i end up not using it. Oh well.
She said that half the Easter baskets sold in K-mart this year have G.I.Joes instead of chocolate bunnies. (If true, this greatly disturbs me, just as this disturbs me.) So this woman dressed up as the Easter Bunny and went to K-mart to protest and got arrested. This upset George Bush, because now he knows the Easter Bunny isn’t real. Can i tell you how much crap like that annoys me? She told two other Bush jokes, the first of which has been everywhere and is a low blow, but i admit i actually laughed at the second one.
She talked about being at the post office and there was this protest and one of the press people was interviewing one of the people who worked there, and he said that there’s freedom of speech in this country, and we’re fighting to bring about that kind of freedom in Iraq, to establish a democracy there, so if people want to voice their dissent here, that’s fine, and i thought Bravo to that guy.
Later she talked about the shuttle crash and how it didn’t feel like a tragedy to her, how she was sad but not weepy like the people around her, and trying to figure out why she felt that way. She realized that while it was sad that these people had died, they had died doing something they loved, something they had worked their whole lives toward, knowing there was a risk, probably having wills and everything set up, and that to her real tragedy is when people don’t have the opportunity to pursue their dreams, to live full lives. And i knew where this was gonna go (and she did touch on the issue in the poem that followed), and i thought, “Oh yes, because the people there are so free now. They absolutely have opportunity and full lives with pursuit of dreams.” I understand that lots of aspects of the war are problematic, but it seems intensely blind to me to act as if the civilians here have wonderful lives that we’re just coming in and ruining. (Yes, killing = bad, got that. But to ignore the fact that for many of them, life = bad, is to oversimplify.)
She told a story about a truck driver asking them (her and her manager) what a radical feminist is when they were stopped at a light, because they had a bumper sticker saying “This is what a radical feminist looks like,” and her and Sam having no idea what a radical feminist is (my understanding is that they call themselves radical feminists, she just meant she had no idea how to articulate what that meant) and Sam finally saying, “It means we like girls,” and the guy said, “That’s cool. So do I.” She loved the idea of a radical feminist movement of truck drivers. Even i liked the story, but i was so struck by the fact that she publicly claimed a label whose meaning she couldn’t articulate, something i would never do because i always operate on the assumption that i’m going to have to explain myself. For all my love of identifying myself with various labels, i’m very careful as to what i label myself as, what beliefs i state having. Partly i’m in the process of figuring out just what i think on a lot of issues, but also i want to know just what i’m saying when i’m attaching myself to a label. I can tell you what it means to me to identify as queer, to be queer. I can tell you why i’m a vegetarian who wishes she were a vegan. I’m not registered to vote under any particular party. I refused to get confirmed in my church.
She’s a pro-choice vegetarian. “It’s a chicken, not a choice.” That was from early in the show, and i loved that line.
A lot of her stuff reminded me of Ani DiFranco, the ideas, the wording.
She has some good lines. In her fairytale poem (which i was largely not that taken with, though i wanted to be), Rapunzel leaves the tower before the prince comes for her and says, “I shaved my head and got me some rope.”
I’m much more inclined to like the poems that aren’t political (i think this is because relationships are much more of a universal thing that everyone can relate to, whereas with politics there’s so much to disagree on). There’s the great poem that has the line “God would be a dyke if she could find someone to hold her.” And she has a poem from a story another folk person told, about Rage and Kindness meeting in a bar, sort of an estranged couple, and while it doesn’t quite work, it’s really good.
There might have been more to say. Allie, lemme know if there’s anything else i should touch on. ;)