After reading it twice, the shock is still there, and then I understand why I used "Bobby Reid" at the beginning, a gothic folk song, repeatedly singing: Won't you cut me down? ...
At the beginning, the piece of chalk hanging beside the sink was about the inspiration for this Nanette special. Later, in an interview, Hannah talked about the experience of meeting Nanette in a coffee shop from excitement to unpleasantness. The few sunflowers hinted that she would mention Van Gogh many times. The close-up of the teacup also echoes the content mentioned later.
At the beginning, everything was very ordinary, plain and decent and funny. Hannah spoke about the food and life of Tasmania with a not particularly strong Australian accent. As a lesbian daily corner, he was quiet. Quietly wondering, they are all laughing and laughing.
At the beginning, she also said something like this: at the bus stop in the middle of the night, she was chatting with a girl, and she was yelled at by the girl's boyfriend and threatened to beat her. The turning point is that she approached and found that she was a girl: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't beat women. He said that, I made a mistake... What a guy! Why don't you say that you don't beat everyone? She sighed. The story ends here temporarily.
She said that the talk show has been around for ten years, and she has just begun to talk about lesbian subjects overwhelmingly, but recently she has become more slack. Before halfway through, she announced that she planned to quit the comedy industry, and the atmosphere began to become serious. She said that her work was based on self-deprecating, but she didn't want to laugh at herself anymore. She asked: Do you really know what self-depreciation means to someone who is already marginalized? That is not humility, it is humiliation.
In order to get permission to speak, she dropped one position, but she didn't want to continue. Later, she said in an interview that she realized that even if she wanted to break the stereotype, she had in fact been catering to, hurting and belittling herself. The efforts made on stage had no effect on the real world, and could only continue after the performance. Human life.
She continued to talk about self-identification, labels and hysteria given to her by others, and she identified herself as...tired. Just tired. She was a little excited and said incoherently, calm down, gender-normals. Calm down! Like talking to himself.
Keep talking and laughing, real jokes. Regarding the gender distinction and mindset of babies. Everyone has divided the children into two opposing pink and blue teams from the first day of birth. Why not give them a little time to be in the same team? Obviously men and women have more in common than differences. A very simple sentence applies to too many situations where humans are simply and rudely classified and graded. Hear her wonderful understanding of blue. She also said that she likes to be mistaken for a man, because at that moment, life becomes very simple: I am the most normal person, the king of mankind, and a straight white man. Just jokes...
Laughter is beneficial, decompressive and healthy. Tension isolates us and laughter connects us. What is a joke, deconstructed to the most basic elements, but two different, a setup and a punchline. One question and one unexpected answer. She explained her thoughts: It started with a deliberately planted question, which made the audience nervous, and then released the laughter. Why is she funny? Because she has been learning to relieve tension since she was a child, which is a survival skill for her. After all, she doesn't need to deliberately create tension, standing there brings tension.
Laughter is getting less and less. She said, I'm tired of being nervous, it's time to leave. But I can't quit you. She told the audience, I have no backup plan, friends.
Is it too heavy? Let's take it easy. Speaking of the art history degree she got 15 years ago. Fifteen years ago, art history was dead and only a deader. Speaking of the bright yellow color of Van Gogh sunflowers may be due to the side effects of medication, these short stories are connected to her thinking: creativity means you have to suffer? Just for the audience to enjoy?
The audience gave her a lot of feedback. Lesbians give feedback. Man? Opinions. Someone yelled at her, you shouldn’t be so sensitive. She feels that sensitivity is her strength, and helped her through a very tortuous road in her life. Is this the nose being taught by the fart? She disdain: it's not my problem.
Halfway through. When it comes to comedy, there is no place to put the best part of the story, the ending. In terms of her relationship with her mother, close friends trust each other as much. look? Didn't you respond? No tension? She quipped. Creating tension is the secret to amusement.
Some of her mother's recent remarks are the core reason for her doubts about comedy. Her mother said she regretted raising her as a straight daughter. (I raised you as if you were straight.) Mom doesn’t know the difference between these and I feel sorry... Her life will become very difficult, I hope she can change, because the world will not change... Her eyes are red: no Thinking of my mother becoming the hero in my story.
Telling jokes can choke off the true ending. She is used to letting the story freeze at the point of trauma, and then encapsulate it into a joke to become a repetitive routine, but the joke can't help heal the injury. The true story is that she didn't feel ashamed of her grandma coming out because she was still ashamed. The true story is that in Tasmania in 1997, 70% of people agreed that homosexuality was a crime. When she recognized her homosexuality, she was already homophobic and could only internalize her disgust. The seeds of self-loathing sown from the outside world grew wildly in her adolescent mind and became as natural as gravity.
She said that she paid a great price to understand more than homosexuality itself, but how we can openly talk about sensitive topics. We believe that the importance of defending and winning is far greater than respecting those who hold dissent. Ignorance will always walk in the crowd, but hindsight is a gift.
Everyone condensed the story of Van Gogh into a fairy tale that forced people to become successful. People believed that Van Gogh was a genius who was not understood by the world. He was born too far ahead. It's impossible to born ahead of his time. Premature babies will catch up too! It turned out to be a word game. The silent audience finally laughed. Then came the rare part about art history, she also put forward a lot of points: artists do not create contemporary trends, they only react to them. Western art history, men painted women. Modern art history is not much better, Picasso has misogyny on the threshold. Come, stand in line! She waved a big hand.
Finally, she went back to the beginning and told the unfinished story. The man realized his mistake, he walked back and said: I see, you are a gay female, I can beat you to death. He did that. He beat her up and no one stopped her. She did not call the police and did not go to the hospital because she thought it was what she deserved. Worst of all, she thinks she is an incorrect woman, so she deserves it.
There was no sound. Laughing stems need trauma and tension. This time she didn't tell smiles, only stories. She said: This time, this tension is yours, and I will no longer help resolve it. You have to learn to feel, because this kind of pressure is always present for abnormal people. There was no sound.
She has experienced atrocities more than once. She has been beaten and sexually assaulted many times. Why did she do this to me? She asked: If being different is so heinous, why not drag me behind the paddock and give me a bullet! So in the song: Won't you cut me down? ...
She does not want to be treated as a victim and believes that her story is valuable. Believe that concessions without collapse are truly powerful. Diversity is power, and difference is the teacher. With a few words, almost cruel sincere, Hannah, who was treated roughly by life, retained a soft and strong heart.
She said that Picasso's arrogance lies in his belief that he can express all angles. And we deny the perspective of the 17-year-old girl who was raped because we believe that her potential will never be comparable to him. Hindsight is a gift. A 17-year-old girl cannot be in her prime! Ever! I am in my prime! She almost shouted. Then I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes: You have experienced my life in this theater for an hour, but I have always been like this.
She said that she quit the comedy circle because the true story can only be told through anger, but she has no right to spread anger, nor does she intend to do so. She is sober, and the identity of the victim will not make the anger more constructive. Never. Laughter is not medicine, the story is, laughter is just a little bit of honey with bitter medicine. She only wants her story to be heard, felt and understood, and accepted by individuals with independent thinking.
Unexpectedly, this farewell show made her popular, and she was even nominated for an Emmy Award. Before the outbreak of the epidemic in 2020, she was invited to the United States to open another special show. At that time, she was still joking, knowing that everyone was so fond of trauma stories. She has to keep some inventory. That time there was no traumatic story. It was spoiler and deconstruction from the beginning. She talked about her daily observations, cultural differences, art history, the way she looked at paintings, and ridiculed Louis CK... It was still wonderful.
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