welcomeA blog by Vanessa Query aka Vee the Monsoon, with ruminations on topics ranging from my adventures as a dilettante/ gadabout/ starving artist to insipid missives about things and people I love to socio-political/ theoretical observations on art, entertainment, and culture. Plus some pretty pictures.
This blog is no longer. Check out my food blog, They Call Me Oystergirl, launched in September 2012.
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At long last, my paper from last year about raunch culture, drag, burlesque, parody, Butler, Foucault, Munoz, etc. My intention was to rewrite it integrating some new ideas, but it got back-burnered and never happened. 20 months later, I am making it public for the first time. Continue reading
An in-law’s grandparents came to a family gathering. “You know about that pet-food poisoning? I bet the terrorists are behind it,” the woman said.
My grandmother was thoughtful. “You know, I never thought of that.” She turned to me. “What do you think?”
“What terrorists?” I asked, innocently.
“Oh here we go,” my grandfather said.
“No, I’m serious,” I said. “There are lots of terrorists and terrorist groups with lots of motives; I was just wondering who you were referring to.”
“The A-rabs,” my grandfather said, with a silent “clearly.”
“Oh, the towelheads,” I said trying to appear earnest.
No one even looked at me funny for saying that.
Later, the same woman referred to someone as a “colored man.”
My uncle asked, “What color was he?”
She kind of smirked. “Black.”
By the way, the man’s race had, as you probably have guessed, absolutely nothing to do with the story.
Women who shave, when confronted with my hairiness, sometimes feel the need to justify their choice to shave by explaining that their body hair is much darker than mine. This implies two things: Continue reading
“A bracing curative for the afflictions of our times”
Circus Contraption opened with a bang—a spectacle-bang. The translucent curtain covering the band was yanked away dramatically, dragged across the floor by unseen hands/tools, and a massive billowing of smoke was released. Simultaneously, the decorated band plunged into the first musical number, a beautifully dissonant arrangement. The ringmaster began his seduction… Continue reading
Two articles I found today irked my feminist sensibilities, which I don’t think are terribly unreasonable.
Fashion Aims Young
by Ruth La Ferla
“Today designers and retailers are training their sights on even younger consumers, girls roughly 4 to 9, diminutive in stature but with great big eyes for style. Continue reading
(I’m on a quest to get my mom into The Clash, because she missed them the first time round. This was an email to her, with the attached songs. I did this before with “The Card Cheat.”) Continue reading
Last night I was told by two young women that if I was exactly the way I am, only a guy, they wouldn’t like me.
It began with us discussing how sometimes people just don’t like us—not due to any personal conflict, but more of a personality clash or something. I said how it was most often men who had this type of problem with me. Extreme versions of this involve my presence bringing out the rampant misogyny in men that they had previously kept well under wraps. (I’ve got some funny stories about this, that include a [female] pet rabbit that supposedly didn’t like human females because she felt competition for her [male] human owner.) Continue reading
It Adds Up is an original play written and directed by me. It showed on Friday and Saturday, April 14 and 15 with an encore presentation on Friday, April 28, at the Antioch Area Theater in Yellow Springs, OH. It was billed as “a comedic slice-of-life one-act with socio-political commentary” with the caveat “done in Brechtian/Meisneresque realism.” For the first and last time, I am going to completely break that down.
Last weekend was the double-evening double-bill of my and my comedy partner Jill Summerville’s senior project productions.
Overall, the audience responded really well, particularly as the show progressed and the characters developed and became familiar—such is the case with character-based theater. A lot of the laughs I had calculated, but there were some surprises—ones I knew were funny but had not necessarily expected such a big reaction to.