February 2006 Archives
OK, really now. When has the title of a show been as much fun to say as 'Measure for Pleasure'? I just can't stop saying it. "Meeeeeeh-shuuuure for Pleeeeeh-shuuuure". I'm a geek, I know. Just gotta embrace it sometimes.
Opening last night for previews at the Public Theater, Measure for Pleasure is on my short list of shows to see. Not only does it have a damn hot poster (see Gawker for the clean version printed in the NY Times), but it's directed by the uber-talented Peter DuBois - who directed Richard III last year and, before coming to the Public, served as Artistic Director of the Perseverance Theater. This new play (read: world premiere) by David Grimm sounds like sex for my brain (and I'm expecting it to deliver):
But really, just think of the fun you'll have the next morning telling all your co-workers, "I just saw this great show downtown featuring a sex cave!" How often are you going to be able to say that? Tix here.
Opening last night for previews at the Public Theater, Measure for Pleasure is on my short list of shows to see. Not only does it have a damn hot poster (see Gawker for the clean version printed in the NY Times), but it's directed by the uber-talented Peter DuBois - who directed Richard III last year and, before coming to the Public, served as Artistic Director of the Perseverance Theater. This new play (read: world premiere) by David Grimm sounds like sex for my brain (and I'm expecting it to deliver):
Will Blunt is in love with Molly, a young transvestite prostitute. But when Blunt rescues him from a life on the streets, he doesn't count on Molly falling in love with Dashwood, the handsome womanizing rake.Obligatory sex cave? Sounds like a typical night out in the East Village, if you ask me.
Restoration comedy meets modern sex farce in this romantic adventure, exploring the elusive nature of happiness; featuring mistaken identities, duels and double-dealings, and the obligatory sex cave.
But really, just think of the fun you'll have the next morning telling all your co-workers, "I just saw this great show downtown featuring a sex cave!" How often are you going to be able to say that? Tix here.
Occasionally, when I'm out grabbing drinks with friends, I'll get some ... um ... undesired attention from a drunk guy that thinks being obnoxious can somehow be substituted for charm - a deadly mistake, boys. Being the genuinely nice person that I am, I usually have a difficult time signaling my disinterest and end up embroiled in bizarre conversations. Recently, however, I was able to end one such conversation rather quickly.
The next morning, however, I woke to a frantic call from my mother. An enormous oak tree had apparently fallen in a storm the night before and had come precariously close to smashing through the roof and killing both my parents at they lay in restful repose (not a bad way to go if you ask me). My mother was still a shaken as she described how the oak tree had flattened her fake pine trees like pancakes, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
What made me feel even more guilty was when I realized that I would probably use my new 'conversation-killer' again. But don't worry - I'll only use it if absolutely necessary.
Drunk: (coming up behind me, throwing his arm over my shoulder and slurring) You're cute. Do your parents know you're gay?Not bad if I do say so myself. I was worried for a few moments that I had somehow damned my very-alive-parents to some horrible catastrophe, but alcohol soon removed those worries.
(Brilliant opening line, right?)
Me: Um, no.
(Lies are sometimes more interesting, aren't they?)
Drunk:Why not? Afraid to tell them?
Me: No. (dramatic pause) They're both dead.
Drunk: Oh (pause). Um (removing arm from around my shoulders). Oh (walking away).
The next morning, however, I woke to a frantic call from my mother. An enormous oak tree had apparently fallen in a storm the night before and had come precariously close to smashing through the roof and killing both my parents at they lay in restful repose (not a bad way to go if you ask me). My mother was still a shaken as she described how the oak tree had flattened her fake pine trees like pancakes, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
What made me feel even more guilty was when I realized that I would probably use my new 'conversation-killer' again. But don't worry - I'll only use it if absolutely necessary.
Here's a little something for all of the single folks out there - to whom February 14 is a day of fear and dread (I'm not quite to that point yet ... but I'm getting there):
How many more Valentine's Days must I spendsending flowers to myself and pretending they are from 'Juan Carlos' alone? It's like every time the day comes and goes, a little bit of the romantic in me dies a slow, torturous (and melodramatic) death (think: very bloody).
And yet, I still say 'Cheers' to love and to the possibility of somehow finding it in this big city. Bring on the challenge - I'm a glutton for punishment.
How many more Valentine's Days must I spend
And yet, I still say 'Cheers' to love and to the possibility of somehow finding it in this big city. Bring on the challenge - I'm a glutton for punishment.
What's up with the 42 Below vodka ads? AdFreak points out that even though the company is attempting to sell it's product to the gays (they sponsor gay ski weekends and the Hiro Party), the ads just end up being offensive. Regardless of the use of blatant stereotypes (that are never reversed) and poor art direction, the ads reek of the humor found in high school locker rooms everywhere.
See for yourself: Gay Ad (approved by 'two fags and a queer') and Hero Ad
Besides the content of the ads themselves, I also found it a bit odd that one of the online ads is in the directory 'gay'. I mean, really. Are the other ads in a directory called 'straight'?
Am I being overly sensitive? Perhaps. Will I try 42 Below vodka anytime soon? Not unless they send me a case to drink with my gay friends.
Maybe 42 Below should hire some gays to do their gay marketing. They will, at least, be able to tell what will be funny to those holding the "mighty pink dollar."
See for yourself: Gay Ad (approved by 'two fags and a queer') and Hero Ad
Besides the content of the ads themselves, I also found it a bit odd that one of the online ads is in the directory 'gay'. I mean, really. Are the other ads in a directory called 'straight'?
Am I being overly sensitive? Perhaps. Will I try 42 Below vodka anytime soon? Not unless they send me a case to drink with my gay friends.
Maybe 42 Below should hire some gays to do their gay marketing. They will, at least, be able to tell what will be funny to those holding the "mighty pink dollar."
