Monday, February 13, 2006

Hey, Dad, I'm Going to Be a Star!

I called up my dad to tell him my exciting news. For the first time in my life, he was speechless. After a long silence, he spoke. "The what?" "The Vagina Monologues." "What?" "You know, it's..." "What do you know about vaginas?" "I have a vagina, Dad." "Now, the recalcitrant brother. He knows his way around a vagina. Nashville wants to know about vaginas, they should ask your brother to come speak." "It's not pornography." "Is this one of those 'Those who can--do and those who can't--teach' things?" "No, it's a theater thing." "You're going to get on stage and talk about your vagina?" "I already get on the internet and talk about my vagina." "That's pretty stupid, B." "Folks seem to like it." "Have you told your mom?" "I left her a message." "Well, that's probably her right now on the other line calling to ask me where we went wrong." "Probably."

2 Comments:

Blogger Um...why? said...

Dads, what do we know about vaginas? We are men right...at first fighting our way out of one, and then fighting the rest of our lives to get back into at least one. Not only do we not know much about them, but we lose our mind every time someone starts to talk about them.

Good luck in your show...I'm sure you and the freckle will be great.

2/13/2006 02:47:00 PM  
Blogger SuperGenius said...

Tell you mom that the ghost in her school told you that you had to do it. Then, tell your dad that Martin Luther would have wanted you to be in the production. No, on second thought, better make it John Wesley.

See? You can coax them around to team vagina one way or another. :)

2/13/2006 07:01:00 PM  

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