Wednesday, February 28, 2018

The Book of Esther

There are a handful of feminist heroes in the Bible and my favorite of all is Esther. In fact, I love her so much that I’ve decided if I ever have a baby girl, I’d name her Esther, and if I ever have a baby boy, I’d just throw it in the trash (because I also appreciate the story of Moses).

Look, I know most people are probably not that interested in reading the Bible or anything in prose form, but there are 3 reasons why you should give the Book of Esther a chance:
  1. It’s very short  (not a lot of words to read)
  2. It’s about a woman (technically directed by a man, but still)
  3. It’s the only book in the Bible that doesn’t explicitly mention God (who we all know is the original fuckboy)
Still not convinced? Fine, I’ll just sum it up for you. Here it is, The Book of Esther:

The story starts with Ahasuerus -- the King of Persia and another historic fuckboy -- divorcing his wife because she’s not kinky enough for him.  He’s like, “Daddy wants to fuck”, and she’s like, “I’m tired and you’re impotent”, and he’s like, “whatever ur an ugly bitch anyway” and kicks her to the curb. Immediately thereafter, he starts looking for a new queen with some very specific criteria:

  1. she’s gotta be super hot
  2. she’s gotta be super young, and
  3. she’s gotta be a virgin. 
(Also, if you scroll down to the bottom of his profile, it absolutely says “No fatties”.)

So he swipes through a bunch of chicks, but ultimately picks Esther because she’s a total smokeshow, like irresistibly attractive. But the thing about Esther that he doesn’t know is that she’s also really smart AND she’s secretly Jewish. This becomes problematic because one day, Ahasuerus’ right-hand man, Haman, says to him, “Hey, I think you should kill all the jews.” And Ahasuerus is like, “Okay!” and orders a massacre. (I mean honestly could they have come up with any other plotline by this point? HACKS.)

Anyway, secretly-Jewish Esther obviously isn’t a huge fan of this idea, so she devises a plan to stop it. She’s like, “Hmm, what embarrassingly simple thing could I do to get a man to change his mind? I know -- trick him with sex!” So she goes and fasts for three days -- a little diet tip she learned from Cosmo -- and once she’s all frail and sick looking (just like her man likes it), she seduces Ahasuerus. At some point during what I can only imagine to be very disappointing foreplay, she whispers in his ear, “Hey Ahasuerus, how about you, like, not kill the Jews”.  And he’s like, “Baby, I’ll do anything you want because even though I have complete authority, I’m actually pretty dumb and also horny as hell.”

So the next day Ahasuerus tells Haman, “Uh, nevermind on the whole killing the Jews thing -- the old ball-and-chain won’t let me do it lol”.  And everyone laughs because he’s negging his wicked hot wife who is way too good for him and yet somehow only a supporting character of the show*.  Then, to really emphasize his masculinity, Ahasuerus has Haman hanged and tells the Jews, “You’re totally welcome to kill some Persians, if you want.” And they do. A lot of them.

So why do I like this story?  Well, because in the end, it’s about a woman empowering herself with her sexuality and in result, 75,000 men die.

Happy Purim, everyone.

*Actually Esther’s cousin, Mordecai, is named the hero of this story, but not in my opinion, so I didn’t mention him at all. Forget I even said this.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Hi, I still have this blog

Can you believe I still user Blogger? Me either. I'm thinking of transitioning back to GeoCities.

Anyway, I swear people have been asking me to let them know when I perform comedy, so if you're interested in seeing me sometime over the next couple weeks, you can find me on:

Pretty much just Wednesdays, I guess.

superfluous picture of my cat surrounded by clutter

Oh also, my precious little gem baby -- The Mendoza Line Comedy Show (*every Saturday night at 9) -- is still *on hiatus while the Dugout renovates, but we'll be back very very soon, so keep checking facebook/twitter/instagram/my desperate text messages for updates.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Bad Feminist

I'm a bad feminist and here's why: 

I've been sexually harassed on multiple occasions (in the past and recently and continually), and at no time did I speak up nor defend myself.

This keeps me up at night: thinking about these incidents and feeling guilty for ~putting myself in those situations~.

I know it’s wrong to generalize a group of people (a good feminist wouldn’t do that), but men, you are so predictably awful, so often, even when I’ve truly, truly tried giving you the benefit of the doubt.

But I’ve also never said that to you when you’ve violated my trust. In fact, I think I said thank you(!) and pretended it was fine.

I have spent countless hours reassuring men of their worth, sacrificing my own in the process.

What else? 

I've watched women attack and tear each other down, and chose to step away, to say nothing, to protect myself and my feelings instead.

I shook my head at women for not supporting other women, but I did not support other women.

Oh yeah, and I haven’t leaned in, I haven’t asked for things I deserve, I haven’t convinced myself I deserve things. I’ve said nothing.

I’ve said nothing.
I’ve said nothing.
I’ve said nothing.