We sent loud and proud funny woman Cola Bling to review Margaret Cho’s 2015 show. As it turns out, there couldn’t have been a match more perfect…
The big reveal was: if you dated Margaret Cho, then you’d be guaranteed a rumble tumble between the feathery sheets of ecstasy. As her audience, we were guaranteed to become intimately engaged with Margaret Cho as one would with a best friend, through topics such as politics, gender, sexuality, religion, race, immigration and victimisation – all from the standpoint of comedy.
Margaret’s apology connected us straight away, as her voice became a symphony of current political awareness from the offset. She described herself as ‘highly embarrassed’ about Donald Trump’s recent statements, in so far as they did not represent America in its truest light. Margaret congratulated us Brits for trying to ‘dump on the Trump’ by banishing him from our soil.
To show us her tattoos, extreme fun took place with the jingling of Cho naked bum cheeks, to demonstrate the illustration of their profoundness. Margaret then proceeded to converse with one audience member about bisexuality as though they were the only two people in the room. She reflects on loves lost when Joan Rivers is mentioned, with endearing memories of accusations about Joan’s dog being turned into Cho meat. Even Jesus got the thumbs up with comedy genius, but not in the religious way you’d expect.
Cho hit us hard with heartwrenching accounts of her victimisation as a child, and the tools she uses to survive. Even as the audience laughed, our laughter could not be measured against the indomitable spirit that Margaret possessed on stage. Then she sang a song. This song whacked me around the face poignantly with a solid golden voice. I didn’t expect to be a blubbering mess or to be challenged with the realisation that without her victimisation story, that Margaret could’ve also been a ROCK star.
After the show I bumped into a huge Cho admirer by the name of Claude, a young fashion designer who like me was on a comedy high. We simply had to luxuriate on the energy and find a dance floor. We were denied our dancing fix at the first venue due to some punter having a go at head bashing. So we moved to ‘O bar’ in Soho and got the party started, where Claude and I became new besties. Due to our high energy dance moves some people repeatedly asked if we had any whacky backie, to which we replied, “No, what you see here is the ‘Margaret Cho after-effect’”.
We danced till 3am and I arrived home still on a comedy high. Beautiful going for a Tuesday night and I have Empress Margaret Cho to thank for that!
