I’m a pretty lucky feminaust. my partner works in broadcasting and is a performer so I get to see a lot of awesome shows for little or not money and on the whole, they’re fabulous. I also often get to meet the performers afterwards, generally speaking, I live in a privileged world where I see great art and performance and I love it, I also take it for granted a lot. I work long hours and my work is far from the city so I spend a lot of time driving. For a long time my work was also drawn out well outside of business hours and getting home after 8pm was far from unusual. It’s not so bad anymore but I still work a lot and hard and it’s not unusual for me to get home and just want to cuddle on the couch with my puppies and a glass or five of wine. TV is so good these days with streaming and the ABC killing it with Australian content, it takes a lot to get me up again and out the door with clothes on to see a show. I’ve also been known to forget my partner has told me she has tickets to something so it’s not unusual for me to get home already to pyjama-up and be reminded that we’re going out.
Big Fat Grumpy Face.
On the occasion we saw Wild Bore, this was absolutely the case. I just wanted to work on my couch bum and make a dint in a good bottle of red but my partner was insistent. She had friends in this show, it was a Friday night, we had no commitments the next morning, I was not sick, I had no excuses. And I’m so so SO glad that is the case because this show is hands down one of the best things I’ve ever seen. And you, my dear feminausts, are going to agree 100%. Continue reading