Though you loved the play, praised Philip's witty and wonderful writing and handed out kudos to the cast and to our director Eric, you took me to task on one very small point...
So now, I have to lovingly bitch-slap you via cyberspace.
First off, I can tell from the review that you truly enjoyed the play. Your only complaint was that it left you wanting more - - which quite frankly is a GOOD THING... especially when you're talking about LATE NIGHT THEATRE and COMEDY. The old showbiz saying is "Leave 'em wanting more!" - - not "Give them more than they want so they'll be begging for you to shut the fuck up so they can take their tired asses home!"
So, I guess you wanted us to be like Cher's Farewell Concert Tour and just go on and on indefinitely or something. But even so, you really loved the show and loved me and said so in print:
"Rader is the biggest hoot doubling as both grooms’ incessantly complaining mothers with extreme accents." - Scott C. MorganThen, there's your last paragraph which reads:First of all, my wig is flawless and modeled after upcoming Grammy nominee Mary J. Blige. It is not wayward. It is firmly grounded. It is rock solid. It is the milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard, alright.
You wanna talk shit about my wig? I'm throwin' DOWN! (Fuck, that's a really drag-queeny thing to say, ain't it?)
Secondly, I thought about shaving my armpit hair before we opened the show, and Philip basically said, "No, don't. Its a genderfuck."
Wikipedia's definition of Genderfuck is:
A gender performance which "fucks with" or plays with traditional gender identities, gender roles, and gender presentation.
Examples of genderfuck in relation to physical performance or appearance include people prominently displaying secondary sex characteristics of different genders together, such as breasts and a beard.