We Need to Joke About Religion

The saying goes: don’t talk about sex or politics at parties because you might offend somebody. For the same reason, these identical topics, when handled with finesse, have proven more than perfect for comedy— a valuable art form all about the skilful creation, manipulation and release of tension resulting in a genuine connection with a generous audience—as is religion. Just kidding, religion isn’t an art form, it is THE art form, having built impressive followings and crowdfunding campaigns long before electricity, let alone social media. Joking about sex and politics out in the open has played a part in improving the quality of sex and the accessibility of politics by making them easier topics to talk about in mixed company. That’s why we need to make room for cracking jokes about religion in good faith by insiders and outsiders.

People can be sensitive about religion for some of the same reasons we are reluctant to talk about sex or politics. Who wants to reveal how little we are genuinely sure of, let alone admit to ourselves how irrationally we make our most intimate decisions? Who wants to remind everyone else that we’re all gonna die one day? I do, but only because it really is the best way to break the ice at baby showers I didn’t want to attend. Being able to joke about religion can make the religious experience better for believers, nonbelievers and those in between by demystifying the taboo and scrutinising religion’s strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats for the benefit of the community it serves. Joking about religion, by reminding the audience they are not alone, helps create an atmosphere where individuals who need to speak up to improve things, or decide they want to leave their faith can do so without fear or intimidation. Any organisation that claims to bring people into the light of truth but keeps their members in the dark by forbidding them from developing the critical thinking skills necessary to enjoy comedy that scrutinises sacred claims, deserves to be lampooned to death for the good of society.

The toughest comedy audience I ever witnessed was a nondenominational charismatic Christian congregation that was heavily invested in spiritual warfare—the idea that Satan and his minions literally roam the earth, looking for gullible souls to drag to Hell. I know this because I was a member of that church.

The gig had been arranged last minute by an out-of-town comedian trying to expand the Christian comedy circuit on a ‘spirit-lead’ cross country tour. The show immediately followed our Sunday night sermon in which our pastor urged us to repent of our sins while protecting our hearts and minds from the powers and principalities of Satan by putting on the belt of truth, holding up the shield of faith and wielding the sword of the spirit. By the time the comedian got on stage, err,stood next to the pulpit in our fully lit upside-down Noah’s Arc of a sanctuary, the audience was mentally dressed for a supernatural battle.

In my 23 years of doing stand up comedy, I don’t think I’ve seen any comedian bomb as hard as that guy did. None of the jokes got any traction because every word that came out of this thirty-something comedian’s mouth was being scanned for potentially demonic filth, impropriety and absurdity (for good measure) by a congregation anticipating Jesus to come back to rule the earth at any minute. We didn’t want to be caught laughing at Jesus when he came back. I know I didn’t, I was counting on Jesus to come back and cancel all my student loan debt. When the comedian tried to ingratiate himself with the congregation by claiming to have a good Christian wife and kids waiting at home for him, it backfired. The congregation squared it shoulders and leaned in as we began scanning and rescanning his words for more little white lies—the Father of Lies favourite kind. There was no way this guy was providing for his ‘family’ with his comedy career unless he made a deal with the devil, and we,the hyper-vigilant congregation, were too busy making sure Satan wouldn’t lead us astray to give the comedian and fellow believer the benefit of the doubt. It was such a missed opportunity for a rare connection within the community that wasn’t fear-based. Although, it is possible he was just a terrible comedian.

It is safe to say that by giving people like me an outlet to deal with the cognitive dissonance that accompanies extreme beliefs and ultimately the ability to leave them behind,comedy can save souls.

I am doing my show Spring Day: Exvangelical at Soho Theatre 6-8 January

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Soho Theatre Run Announcement!

Hello December!

It’s that time of year again. I spent most of the weekend resisting Black Friday sales and looking for the plug to our Christmas tree lights. It appears to have been lost in the move but is most likely floating around the house waiting to reveal itself at the bottom of a junk drawer around Easter.

That said, I have exciting news! My show Spring Day: Exvangelical will be doing a Soho Theatre run 6-8 January and I can’t wait for you to see the show. I am very proud of it and if you’re curious as to why middle America is the way it is right now, it’s a good place to start.

Come watch this foolhardy ex-evangelical Christian realise how wrong she was about this world and the next. You’ll feel better.

I bought more Christmas lights but have not thrown away the old. I have faith the plug for them once lost will one day be found!

Cluck here to buy Soho Theatre tickets

September Somethings….

I love September. It’s a month that fills me with the delicious anticipation of an American new school year. Maybe THIS year I’ll be one of the cool kids once and for all! I’d tell myself as I picked a folder with the Rolling Stones’ Sticky Fingers album cover on it as part of my primary school supplies at Wal-Mart in preparation for my third grade English class. I thought the picture was funny. I mean, what adult walks around in tight jeans with a bouncy ball in their pocket?! Looking at the cover of the album now I wonder how none of my teachers noticed it. To be fair, they probably just ignored it the way they did when I insisted Prince’s Purple Rain was my favourite movie, a movie I had never actually seen. I had heard of it and loved the idea of purple rain, especially one made by a prince! It sounded like a cartoon that involved a Care Bear and My Little Pony character crossover.  

I spent all of August at the Edinburgh Fringe festival doing my show Spring Day: Exvangelical. By all accounts the show is a success. I’ve yet to update my website but it received 7 four-star reviews. Audience numbers were very good especially considering the cost-of-living-crisis-in-Edinburgh-during-the-month-of- August.

I’ve spent the majority of September deciding what to do next with this very personal show: there are so many avenues it can take that I am tangoing with choice paralysis as I overanalyse each avenue’s strengths, weaknesses and opportunity costs.  It’s a good ‘problem’ I am grateful to have.

Stay tuned…..

 

On the Mic Podcast

As the Edinburgh Fringe continues to approach, I guested on a podcast I have listened to off and on ever since I caught wind of it at the Edinburgh fringe festival some years ago: On the Mic (UK) hosted by Martin Walker.

Doing podcasts can be tricky, it feels a lot like having a conversation in the corner at a party doing your best to be yourself, the whole time hoping people around you are eavesdropping and can’t wait to tell other people what you said.

Martin made it very easy for me to recount bits of my comedy origin story. I am often reluctant to bring up my career origins in Japan. I imagine it can sound a lot like someone complaining about living on the moon. I mean, yeah, okay….but, DUDE YOU LIVED ON THE FUCKING MOON!

I double-checked my claims of the exploitative nature of Japanese comedy stables and entertainment companies and am confident I gave an accurate, albeit superficial, description of the salary conditions of comedians working in the Japanese entertainment industry. I forgot to mention the Austrailian comedian who told me he was paid the quivalent of 3 pounds and 50p a day for a year or more in the comedy stable that took him in. They did not cover his living or travel costs during that time and he often travelled cross-country on overnight buses. He has since moved behind the camera and makes all kinds of money. There are also the very popular foreign TV personalities that tried to negotiate better deals for themselves and were instantly blackballed from TV and replaced overnight. I know it sounds too extreme to be true, but it played a large role in me deciding against pursuing a career in the Japanese comedy scene. The documentary The Contestant about comedian Tomoaki Hamatsu’s experience being kept naked and starving in a room for a 15 months while he earned food and clothing by filling out magazine sweepstakes is an excellent example. He was paid the today equivalent of $65,000 for his time on the show and receives no royalties from the record-breaking viewership show.

If you want to hear my interview with Martin you can find it on Spotify and below.


Hello June, fancy seeing you here so soon!

The move to our new home is nearly complete. Just a few more rounds of deep cleaning the old place to go. My husband took me to a funfair in the neighbouring park on Saturday and we stayed for about 5 minutes before I said ‘Can we leave now?’ My husband thinks I like funfairs and I do, in Hallmark movies— where the employees are paid well and punters win the stuffed animal they wanted on their first try.

Granted, there was no atmosphere because we did go to the funfair pretty early in the day, when most kids the funfair is targeting are just waking up from naps. The whole thing just made me want to spend money we would have spent at the sad funfair to set up our new place with funfair games for training ‘offseason’ to be game fit for winning proper prizes at Winter Wonderland in December, my favourite and least sad travelling funfair of the year. Also, I wonder if it is worth it to declutter our home from time to time by getting. UFO machine for guests to use when they come over to the house and can take whatever they catch. Pobably not a great idea for dishes but useful for the sex toys we’ve been gifted when we got married but I have complicated feelings about. Not so much using the sex toys but the clean and upkeep. I mean, my one-handed dishwashing skills are best described as a ‘good effort’ and I have reservations about using the dishwasher to clean them. Maybe it’s all the time I spent in hospital but I firmly believe germs should have their own designated area and should not be given an opportunity to cross over to new territory. Wow, this blog post got gross fast.

Anyway, I had a lovely time at the Cambridge Comedy Festival last Sunday doing a WIP for my upcoming Edinburgh show Spring Day :Exvangelical. I also got to see Yuriko Kotani’s latest WIP for her next Edinburgh show Yuriko Kotani: The Meanings of Life —a delightful and important show, I can’t wait to see when it is finished. We took the train back to London from Cambridge together and she captured this amazing photo:

Judging Comedy Bloomers LGBTQ + New Comedian of the Year

Last night, after a full day of writing and letting kind strangers into our home that looks like a tornado robbed us, to see if they have enough of an imagination to want to live there after we move out, I went Seven Dials Club to pursue one of my favourite past times—pretending to be the Tim Gunn of comedy and judging people for the 2024 LGBTQ+ New Comedian of the Year Competition Semi-finals.

It was my third year judging and it was the toughest one to judge so far. All of the contestants are so unique and refreshing they deserve attention and I cannot wait to see what they do next! Please check them out. Names and pictures below:

Greetings from Dust Bunnyville 🥳

Hello fellow internet surfers👋,

I am in the middle of packing still and have no idea how we have accumulated so much junk. I’ve been assured by some that we have way less stuff than the average couple to move, and by others (with 2+ children) that we have more than they expected two people would ever need .

The dust bunnies are doing my head in as they are everywhere in the old flat and sometimes wish I could borrow a leaf blower and blast them all away. We are living in that limbo that is: most of our stuff is at the new place as we pack up the last bits of our stuff. It is like we are glamping without any of the glamour and one sock for my husband and I to share. It’s good he prefers to be barefoot.

If you fancy coming along, I will be doing my WIP Spring Day: Exvangelical at the Cambridge Fringe this Sunday afternoon.

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Good things ahead!🥂

Hello rabbit hole divers!

Just to let you know, that as my family and I are in the middle of moving to new digs, I am also gearing up to do the Edinburgh Fringe Festival this summer and would love for you to come along. I will be posting more on my blog page in the coming months and keep you posted on upcoming WIPs and previews. In the meantime, here is a picture of a chair I tried to put together and failed.

Oh, and I’m doing a WIP in Cambridge this Sunday afternoon. Click here for Cambridge Fringe Tickets

screw this chair

The Shame of Being Stupid

It’s been a week since I curled up on the sofa with a magazine and poured an entire pot’s worth of scalding hot coffee in my lap. I spent the rest of my Sunday morning in A&E and later in the urgent-care unit having my bubbling skin ‘de-roofed’. Since there doesn’t appear to be any nerve damage (it hurts like hell) the doctors and nurses don’t appear to be very concerned. Having grown up with an ICU nurse in the family, I know how hard it is to get sympathy from people that work in emergency: unless you’ve been hit by lightning, you’re not going to get one iota.

Not that I deserve any, it’s not like I was doing anything noble, like saving children from a burning building—I had simply trusted my massive American-made-for truckers and soccer-moms tumbler of coffee to stay put on the nearby radiator while I turned a magazine page. As a friend from high school pointed out, I shouldn’t have trusted a tumbler to do anything less than…well, TUMBLE.

The sheer shame of doing something so stupid is intense and I am having trouble shaking it off. It feels like a moral failure, perhaps I need it to be in order to move on. I asked the nurse if the emergency room is busier on a full-moon. She said she’d just been discussing that with another nurse and they both agreed some of the cases seem stranger than usual but couldn’t say for sure. The moon was a waxing crescent phase the night before.

I was impressed with how the doctors and nurses passed no judgement on the reasons for my burns; they spoke of it the way I would getting a paper cut shuffling cards—a freak but benign accident unlikely to happen again anytime soon. I sensed much worse can and does happen on a daily basis with no rhyme or reason in A&E and my case was a nice break for them from a string of true tragedies. The only bollocking I got was from the nurse, ‘Now don’t go out and buy a bunch of expensive anti-scarring creams! They aren’t proven to work any better than the cheap stuff. Besides, it’s massage that really gets collagen working.’ I hadn’t thought about anti-scar creams until she mentioned it. If the burns do scar, I kinda hope the scars form into a cool shape, then I might feel a little less stupid.

Fun Fair

My husband and I went to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park last night to celebrate Thanksgiving.  I love funfairs and much prefer them to summer festivals, where people spend an exorbitant amount of money pretending to be homeless in the English countryside for a weekend. 

Funfairs are a mysterious presence in London. Pink posters for them pop up every other month sporting a slightly different holiday theme from the last. (The skeleton in front of the haunted house may or may not be wearing a Santa suit.) 

My first weekend living in London, my husband took me to a nearly deserted funfair in Clapham. I was the only rider on an attraction whose metal creaked in a way that suggested I was going to die on the ride. What an apt welcome to London. 

I bought all of our food, drink and game tokens for Winter Wonderland online in an effort to save money and not risk losing a bank card by taking it out of my wallet all the time. 

The bratwurst and alcoholic drink token proved to be a scam as none of the food stalls served alcohol and none of the alcohol stalls would or could scan the QR code we were given. My husband pointed out, ‘You got scammed. Isn’t that the whole point of going to a funfair?’ He had a point, so we went off to play skee-ball and throw balls at cans. I won a very thin spiral notebook and pencil. Happy with my haul, I wondered what happens to the big stuffed animals people carry around their necks at the festival—like the Mardi Gras beads that they are—after the Christmas season. Do they go to good homes or end up in the dumpster after a month?

We drank cherry moonshine in hot chocolate which tasted more of cough syrup than the cherry cordial bonbons at your aunt’s.

It may have been the cough syrup,  but I am convinced  pink nutcrackers are having a moment. My husband pointed out that moment is probably, ‘Christmastime’. Happy Black Friday everyone. 

Happiness is winning enough tickets to win a boom box.

Happy Thanksgiving 2023

Thanksgiving is the time of year I try to remember how fortunate I have been, while bracing myself for all the insanity the Christmas season will bring in the next five weeks.

The holiday season can be an emotionally complex one. That’s why I’d like to remind everyone of a few things I always forget when the holiday season starts:

1. The actual day is kinda boring.

2. For all the rest and relaxation that is supposed to be happening—there is even more cleaning to do before, during and after the holiday itself.

3. Drink more water

4. If you ‘miss out’ on a Black Friday deal, you actually win because you kept your cash.

5. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do this holiday season except pay your taxes on time.

Here’s hoping you have a lovely start to the holiday season.

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