Hannah Gadsby’s “Nanette”

 

The other night I watched “Nanette” on Netflix. It’s billed as a stand-up special from Australian Comic Hannah Gadsby. I had heard she tied art history into her routine and I was intrigued. I like art. I like history. I like comedy. Win-win-win.

 

When I tell people to seek out “The Babadook” because it’s a deep, philosophical take on traditional horror films, I’m not wrong. But to suggest it is merely a deep, philosophical take is bullshit on my part. It’s scary. It’s supposed to be, granted, but my underselling that aspect is still bullshit. I’m telling you this because for anyone to tell you “Nanette” is merely a stand-up special is also bullshit. It’s funny, yes. But I’m not going to lie to you and tell you it’s only funny. Because it isn’t.

 

And I’m wrenched by that. I knew while I was watching “Nanette” that I was bearing witness to something daring. Something smart and moving. And yes, something funny. Gadsby’s humor is intelligent and biting. And I loved that part of this special. But I also loved how honest and real “Nanette” is. It broke me. It actually left me sobbing, friends. Gadsby somehow touched on all the colors of my soul, the lights and the darks. Honestly – I can’t remember any comic ever moving me the way Hannah Gadsby did with her “Nanette.”

 

When I finished watching, I turned to Mister and said, “That may have been the best TED talk I’ve seen in recent memory.” And it was. It is. I’m telling you this, not to discourage you from watching, but precisely because I think you should watch “Nanette.” I just want you to know that if you do, you’re in for so much more than comedy. Your funny bone will be tickled. But don’t be surprised if your heart cracks open a bit, too. That’s nothing to fear. It’s just the ache of making room for more love.

 

How I wish everyone could feel that ache.

The Freaking Queen

 

 

I’ve started watching “The Crown” on Netflix and I’m smitten.

 

When I first saw “Brideshead Revisited” in the 1980s, I realized I was an Anglophile. Still am. I’ve tried to escape it, but we are what we are, friends. I fell hard for that series then and I’m now falling for “The Crown.”

 

None of it’s perfect. Flaws abound. There is truth and there is fiction. There is laughter and there are tears. There is hope and there is abandonment. As long as there is entertainment, I will watch.

 

On this date in 1940, the future Queen Elizabeth II gave her very first address to Britain on the BBC’s Children’s Hour radio program. She was 14 years old. As good a reason as any to think of that fabulous gal.

 

And for the interwebz police, I give you this. The painting shown above is indeed based on a photo. It is based on a photo I staged myself, of myself, and not on anything else. Put that in your fucking e-hat and smoke it. Clearly – the interwebz police and I have a history. Word.

My Latest Obsession

 

 

I don’t know how “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries” found its way into my life, but I’m completely smitten.

 

The period show is Australian, and I love everything about it. The deco sets and flapper wardrobe are enough to make me swoon. More than once, I’ve gone back to re-watch a scene just to study the costumes or the decor. It’s eye-candy, I tell ya! And the lead, played by Essie Davis, is a gem. The first time I watched an episode, I kept thinking I knew her from somewhere. There was something about her eyes. And then it hit me. She’s the lead in “The Babadook” and she’s fabulous! (She’s also been in “Game of Thrones,” and I loved her in that role, too.)

 

A lot of us seem to forever be on the lookout for something to watch on Netflix. Well – “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries” fits the bill and it’s lovely. I’m so glad I stumbled across it! I can’t wait to watch another episode!

Cruising With The Top Down

 

 

I was answering an email the other day and my response to the question of how I’m doing included these lines: “I’m doing well. I think. You know how life is. Sometimes you’re cruising with the top down, only to find out later your scalp is sunburned.”

 

After I wrote those words, I thought about them a while. I hate to admit it, but I think my response was apt. I mean, looking back I can see times when I’ve  had a perfectly lovely spell, only to have been pulled out of my happy place and tossed into joyless chaos – by something that shouldn’t have affected me so severely. What’s worse, I’ve allowed those sky-is-falling moments to negate any happiness I might have actually felt, before the crazies set in.

 

I’m not saying shit doesn’t hit the fan. It most assuredly does. (Makes me think of an old-timey ad: “Shit! Not just for the garden, it’s also for the fan!”) I guess the part I don’t like is when good stuff is smothered under the weight of bad stuff. When I don’t recognize happiness in the moment. That seems a shame, doesn’t it?

 

After I ruminated on my email response, I decided to enjoy the rest of the evening. I had a pile of ironing to do. And there was laundry, too. But there was also wine. And “Call The Midwife” on Netflix. It was a pretty good night. And I knew it.

Aziz Ansari – Yes!

 

 

Last night, after a crazy-ass day, Mister and I watched “Aziz Ansari: Buried Alive.” We also split an amazing bottle of Barbera D’Asti and had some Italian Chicken Chili that had been cooking in the crock-pot for hours.

 

The thing about Ansari is he’s smart. He digs deep, and he knows how to circle back around. Honestly, I think I kept drinking because I was laughing so danged much.

 

We watched this show on Netflix, streaming, in case you’re interested. And for what it’s worth, I highly recommend it.

 

It felt so good to laugh. And laugh, we did. Sometimes it seems there’s not enough laughter in the world. I’m so happy we took a little time and allowed ourselves the giggle. It’s good for the soul, you know.