tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216723146415434902.post4186015014200440823..comments2023-05-06T05:13:13.094-04:00Comments on "The Awkward Silence...": A Matter of TasteJerry Lazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13596023102825944180noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216723146415434902.post-1996958602425523752010-05-13T16:00:27.717-04:002010-05-13T16:00:27.717-04:00Janet, I wasn't there (or if I was I've fo...Janet, I wasn't there (or if I was I've forgotten it), but I suspect you're right about the men's underwear. Men's underwear is funny in "most" contexts, but sexy only sometimes, depending on the wearer and the viewer. Women's underwear is the opposite. Speaking of double standards.dr jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13250472951135780136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216723146415434902.post-41421517582473947832010-05-11T20:20:57.196-04:002010-05-11T20:20:57.196-04:00I've always wondered why drag shows (the campy...I've always wondered why drag shows (the campy kind) aren't considered as offensive as blackface - they are both based on people of a higher status caricaturing their "inferiors".MBowenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17992038501958547302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216723146415434902.post-84515488870408805842010-05-07T13:22:21.264-04:002010-05-07T13:22:21.264-04:00A VERY long time ago I dressed up as Groucho for a...A VERY long time ago I dressed up as Groucho for a Halloween party, but instead of wearing pants I wore a pair of men's boxer shorts. I got a lot of laughs but I think it was the underwear, not the drag.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17768709292111860109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216723146415434902.post-87591929662546636362010-05-06T12:33:45.896-04:002010-05-06T12:33:45.896-04:00I think it's time to tell the moose joke.I think it's time to tell the moose joke.jmeltzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08178486632456695608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216723146415434902.post-59486111029770323912010-05-06T10:26:37.241-04:002010-05-06T10:26:37.241-04:00One vote for context.
Many (many, many) years ag...One vote for context. <br /><br />Many (many, many) years ago, in one of my own drag roles, I played a New York City cab driver who had driven a spoiled playboy to his inherited dude ranch out west. Running afoul of the local black hat, I had to dress in drag to hide, which only resulted in his cornering me on a sofa in the parlor and trying to ... well, you know. Naturally, much of the humor was in the knowledge that the big tough bad guy was actually trying to woo a man in women's clothing. Context, not status. My wig kept slipping, seriously impairing the audiences' ability to suspend disbelief and pretend that Mr. badguy could really be fooled. Still, the biggest laugh we got was when, out of sheer frustration, I grabbed the wig off my head, flung it across the stage, and we continued the scene as if nothing had happened. Context. <br /><br />Tastes in humor being strictly personal, I speak only for myself when I say, I see nothing inherently funny in drag. Harvey Korman comes to mind, as does the pathetically gratuitous laughter that accompanied his many drag stints on the Carol Burnett Show of old. I saw no genuine humor in it because (IMO) mere drag does not funny make, and the context didn't really call for it.<br /><br />Yup! Context.Dave Frankelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10201767551076982031noreply@blogger.com