America's greatest living gonzo journalist, Matt Labash, strikes again- this time crashing a "Vagina Monologues" convention in New Orleans. My favorite part:
If anything, The Vagina Monologues reminds me of my kids' bath time. My two young sons, as is often the case with children, are frequently fascinated with their own gadgetry. The other day, when I walked in to check on how one of their baths was proceeding, my youngest stood up in the tub, grabbed the skin of his nether-region with both hands, stretched it into a square, and said, "Hey look, daddy, a flying squirrel!" I had to admit it bore an uncanny resemblance.What's Labash still doing at the Weekly Standard? He should either be writing for the New Yorker, or putting out frequent great books. Posted by Stephen Silver at May 1, 2008 09:31 PMIt was a good line--better than most of Ensler's, but on about the same par, sophistication-wise. There are two differences, however. The first is that my son is five. The second is that unlike Ensler, he will not receive an Obie Award or a Guggenheim Fellowship or be named one of "America's Best" by CNN or be called a "messiah" by the New York Times for his journey to self-discovery. Instead, he was told to dry off, get dressed, and go to bed by eight o'clock.
"I don't have one, strictly speaking. But I know a lot of people who do. And I came to celebrate theirs."
Oh, I love this guy.
Posted by: Emily at May 2, 2008 11:14 AM