Okay, NIKKI GLASER: SOMEDAY YOU’LL DIE is the next comedy stand-up special on my list. It is the second HBO Special of Glaser’s I’ve watched, and something still does not 100% click with me. I looked, and others rave about her and this HBO gig, yet I can’t check all the boxes in her favor, as if she’d care. The only problem with all that is, I can’t quite lay my finger on the reason.
Glaser is true to form at her gig at the Moore Theater in Seattle, Washington. She is bubbly, bright, and out for a good time. She is open and honest in her set, which is true to her nature; some may think she is quite liberal and frank with it, but it is all done with fun and lightness. She isn’t brooding and hard, like say, George Carlin always was, but just knows how to carry off a light repartee with the crowd. That was the case, all through her set on why she doesn’t want kids, the harsh realities of aging, her sexual fantasies, and plans for her own death.
It is that segment on her own death that opens your eyes, and thus perhaps why the title of this special relates to it. She talks about her bouts of depression and how she’s likely to take her own life, and yet we are laughing through it. Everyone references that quote from that moment – “Guns are easier to get in this country than compassion, so what am I supposed to do?” But once she looked back on the drapes adorning her set, and thought of how they looked like her labia, I know she was going into the territory that I don’t like about her set or about her. I just laid my finger on it. Now I certainly don’t mind cringe comedy or blue humor or whatever genre you call the raunchy, salty, or vulgar-laced tone some artists use. I mean, I watched Andrew Dice Clay and his naughty nursery rhymes for Pete’s sake.
However, whenever Glaser talks as though her pussy is her greatest asset and that that bit of anatomy’s need for pleasure is the most important thing in her life, I turn right off. It is not out of a prudish sense of disliking sex or talking about sex and the body parts involved, but the notion that she projects that it is the most important part of her life portrays her as shallow and petty. Come on, you are too good to really think your pussy is all that, and your sex is the best. Come on, did the fantasy role-play you and your boyfriend engaged in really that erotic? Thank goodness that banter didn’t really become the big topic until the last few moments of her set this time around. Get over it, the pussy stuff is not your best asset!
But that’s just my thoughts. Find NIKKI GLASER: SOMEDAY YOU’LL DIE curated on HBO Max.
