i watched The Vagina Monologues last night. it was fabulously funny and heartbreakingly sad, sometimes simultaneously. i have absolutely no complaints about the all-Singaporean cast of Nora Samosir, Anita Kapoor and Cynthia Lee. they were great, though it's obvious right from the onset that Nora is the strongest actress and she became the women she was portraying in their monologues. i felt Anita appeared nervous cos she sat with her feet propped up tensely on tiptoes throughout the entire play although her face betrayed no clue. however, her renditions of the different types of orgasmic moans were ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS!! if i had it my way, and im sure my 3 lovely companions will agree, the play should've paused for 5 minutes after that for us to finish howling and catch our breaths.

after the play, mich asked me why any heterosexual singaporean guy would wanna watch The Vagina Monologues. the ratio of males to females in the audience was roughly 2:3. when she asked me that question, it's assumed that the typical heterosexual singaporean guy would not be interested in the arts, preferring to stay indoors and annihilate soldiers on Halo 2, and neither would they be overtly interested in women's rights, action against violence to women and such. it is also assumed, that probably the only way a man is gonna be interested in a vagina is if he thinks he's gonna get lucky, or if it's on a porn site. gross generalisation, perhaps, but we didn't see any guy there who was not accompanied by a female, and looking like he'd much rather be elsewhere. we concluded that they must have been forced to watch it by the accompanying girlfriend/wife.

the interesting bit about the men last night, is that amongst them, was one who wore a denim skirt. strangely, the only reason why i thought he looked weird was because his white shirt & blue denim skirt combo looked too plain. i kept thinking that a brown felt cowboy fringe on his skirt would look better. and the skirt was a tad too long, reaching past his knees.

and there was this sweet old couple who definitely looked over 70 and who were holding hands. (i wont go into the whole "ain't that sweet, i wanna be just like them when i get old too" blah) the old lady was decked out in a short cheongsam with a red shawl and fabulous red pointy heels.


she had hair exacly like catherine zeta jones in "chicago"

but the most amazing part, is that she had perfectly youthful-looking feet which truly belies her age. they were fair and unwrinkled (unlike the rest of her) and wouldn't look out of place as catherine zeta jone's feet in fact. i couldn't take my eyes off her feet.

how can anyone get jaded when life never ceases to amaze?

 



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Thursday, November 04, 2004

"The Champion"