If anyone gets physically harmed because the blatantly violent rhetoric of any of the above, they should be brought up on sedition charges, sentenced, and sent to prison with all the other terrorists.
The blood will be on their hands, and no amount of winking and bleating about lame stream media will wash it away. Gun sites are for taking aim to kill, Sarah. No one here votes with their guns, so please don't pretend, Sarah, that it was just a colorful way to say take back the vote.
These people are not so stupid to think they control the crazies. Sadly, I think it will just be a matter of time before someone commits acts of violence against others feeling they have the above's tacit blessing.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Burlesque Surprise!
Last night we went out for my "free party" at The Spot in Chicago. The party deal basically that birthday person gets free drinks for a two hour time period, and any of guests get discounted drinks throughout the night. Wednesday is also karaoke night, so it seemed like a good fit.
However, I did not have a lot of friends that could wrestle up the energy to make it out on a Wednesday night. Out of about 70 invites through an events page on Facebook, only 15 thought they might attend, and only 5 of them made it.
The poor turnout could be me, it could be the midweek, or maybe, just maybe, it also could be The Spot. If it doesn't have a reputation for being a tad tacky, I am going to give it one, at least this time.
We were sent to the upstairs room for our get together. I had about 7 of the 15 maybes back out via text message in the two hours prior, so I was a little concerned that Dan and I were the party. The Spot did not seem to care, and they did honor the free drinks for 2 hours. Since I'm not a huge drinker, I don't think it was a strain for them.
Then we were told that karaoke would be held off until after a special free tech rehearsal for their new burlesque show.
Say what?!!?
Oh, yes! A stripper burlesque girlie show, with the Flamin' Dames. Surprise!
Just what I never expected for my birthday!
We were already there, so what the hell. Two male friends showed up just in time for the show, and it was a profoundly surreal experience.
The motif was apparently science fiction geekdom. It started with Wonderwoman dancing a little, and then ripping her top off. It was emceed by a fat guy dressed as Jango Fett from Star Wars, and a long haired redneck guy with no discernible reason for being there. They cracked jokes with such obscure references to comics, fantasy and sci fi throughout that no one in the audience knew what they were talking about (not even ME!).
Then girls came out dressed as ninjas, danced a little, and ripped their tops off.
More obscure jokes, then girls dressed as X-Men danced a little, and then ripped their tops off.
Jokes, Assassins danced, then ripped their tops off.
Jokes, Robots danced, then ripped their tops off.
And it went on and on, for almost an HOUR, all permutations of stock sci fi characters, dancing, then ripping their tops off. It was a precocious 11 year old's wet dream.
Not being a tit woman, I was bored very quickly. Even the finale, danced to the Disco Star Wars Theme, failed to get me excited, and I love Star Wars. I had to quickly reassure my male friends that this really was not something of which I had prior knowledge. It was awkward for the whole table, but then we started making fun of the situation, and that provided much needed entertainment value.
It was wrong on so many levels. It was sprung on us unawares. The choreography was really predictable---dance dance dance aaaaaaaand boobs. The costumes unintentionally gave the dancing what little suspense it should have had by using real bras with hooks in the back.
This made the choreography actually more like, dance dance dance(nervous look, struggle struggle struggle) aaaaaaaand boobs (with pasties).
The "comics" emceeing the show really needed better material, actual characters, and some sort of awareness of the audience.
But mostly, burlesque is such a passe art form. Unless it is revamped, made into something new, with vibrant choreography and scintillating humor, it just isn't worth putting an audience through it.
However, this show was just amusing enough to keep me from walking out, especially since it was free, and karaoke was afterwards.
More friends showed up later on once the karaoke started, we had a great story to tell them, and a fairly decent time was had by all.
However, I did not have a lot of friends that could wrestle up the energy to make it out on a Wednesday night. Out of about 70 invites through an events page on Facebook, only 15 thought they might attend, and only 5 of them made it.
The poor turnout could be me, it could be the midweek, or maybe, just maybe, it also could be The Spot. If it doesn't have a reputation for being a tad tacky, I am going to give it one, at least this time.
We were sent to the upstairs room for our get together. I had about 7 of the 15 maybes back out via text message in the two hours prior, so I was a little concerned that Dan and I were the party. The Spot did not seem to care, and they did honor the free drinks for 2 hours. Since I'm not a huge drinker, I don't think it was a strain for them.
Then we were told that karaoke would be held off until after a special free tech rehearsal for their new burlesque show.
Say what?!!?
Oh, yes! A stripper burlesque girlie show, with the Flamin' Dames. Surprise!
Just what I never expected for my birthday!
We were already there, so what the hell. Two male friends showed up just in time for the show, and it was a profoundly surreal experience.
The motif was apparently science fiction geekdom. It started with Wonderwoman dancing a little, and then ripping her top off. It was emceed by a fat guy dressed as Jango Fett from Star Wars, and a long haired redneck guy with no discernible reason for being there. They cracked jokes with such obscure references to comics, fantasy and sci fi throughout that no one in the audience knew what they were talking about (not even ME!).
Then girls came out dressed as ninjas, danced a little, and ripped their tops off.
More obscure jokes, then girls dressed as X-Men danced a little, and then ripped their tops off.
Jokes, Assassins danced, then ripped their tops off.
Jokes, Robots danced, then ripped their tops off.
And it went on and on, for almost an HOUR, all permutations of stock sci fi characters, dancing, then ripping their tops off. It was a precocious 11 year old's wet dream.
Not being a tit woman, I was bored very quickly. Even the finale, danced to the Disco Star Wars Theme, failed to get me excited, and I love Star Wars. I had to quickly reassure my male friends that this really was not something of which I had prior knowledge. It was awkward for the whole table, but then we started making fun of the situation, and that provided much needed entertainment value.
It was wrong on so many levels. It was sprung on us unawares. The choreography was really predictable---dance dance dance aaaaaaaand boobs. The costumes unintentionally gave the dancing what little suspense it should have had by using real bras with hooks in the back.
This made the choreography actually more like, dance dance dance(nervous look, struggle struggle struggle) aaaaaaaand boobs (with pasties).
The "comics" emceeing the show really needed better material, actual characters, and some sort of awareness of the audience.
But mostly, burlesque is such a passe art form. Unless it is revamped, made into something new, with vibrant choreography and scintillating humor, it just isn't worth putting an audience through it.
However, this show was just amusing enough to keep me from walking out, especially since it was free, and karaoke was afterwards.
More friends showed up later on once the karaoke started, we had a great story to tell them, and a fairly decent time was had by all.
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