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Recently the team from Hollaback! Melbourne were invited to attend a preview performance of Adrienne Truscott’s Asking For It: A One Woman Rape About Comedy Starring Her Pussy & Little Else as part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. One of our subscribers, Marney Phillips wrote a reflection on the performance.
“I have been to comedy gigs before where nobody laughed and it gets pretty damn uncomfortable. Adrienne Truscott’s ‘Asking For It’ wasn’t one of those- people were laughing, loudly, all around me. It was a funny and clever show.
Honestly though, it was my most uncomfortable audience experience to date. I think I just felt really weird laughing at rape jokes- even when they were subversive.
It’s a hard show to summarise for me but here is my best effort- part stand up, part monologue, part grenade-toss into the audience.
Adrienne has woven quick wit, physical comedy and an engaging story-telling style into a brave and provocative performance. She uses her half-naked self as a comedic tool, a political statement and a projection screen.
She has a disarming, almost quaint way of engaging with her audience (a bit like a Play School presenter at times) but there is nothing quaint about the content.
This show is an intelligent response to some pretty unintelligent moments in politics and the media on the topic of rape.
Adrienne manages to be sarcastic without seeming hostile, be naked without seeming vulnerable and, at least on the night I saw her, handle front row, crotch-height hecklers with elegance.
I didn’t laugh out loud, more likely I had a nervous smile plastered on my face the whole time. But I was impressed. I will be going back a second time to see if I can handball the grenades to someone else and just enjoy the show.”
Adrienne Truscott’s Asking For It: A One-Lady Rape About Comedy Starring Her Pussy & Little Else is on at The Portland Hotel as part of MICF until April 20th.
I often work from my local cafe. Walking home at about 3pm a car slower next to me. The guy wound down his window and said “what’s your name?” I ignored him. He continued to match my walking speed saying “aren’t you going to talk to me? Why won’t you talk to me?” Finally I snapped saying “no I don’t want to talk to you please go away”. He sped off yelling at me “you bitches are all the same.”
Filling up my car with petrol as I headed out to meet friends at 10:45pm on April 2 the passenger of the guy in the next car leaned over to beep the horn aggressively while yelling “oh yeah, you’re a hotty. Hey hotty! Hey! Talk to me hotty!”. It was ridiculous as I couldn’t leave and I was standing only a metre away. The driver of the vehicle said nothing to his friend.
A friend and I were walking down Bridge Road at about 7:00pm, I’m 15 and she’s 17.
I noticed two guys close behind us for a good couple of hundred metres and subtly said something to my friend and she said she noticed them too.
We were both already on edge and then one of them called out, ‘Hey, have you met Dave?’. We turned around quickly and saw they were in their mid-20s and we freaked out. They started laughing and we hurried into the shopping centre.
We don’t exist to give you a laugh.
I was standing on my balcony taking photos of the storm clouds rolling in when two men started shouting at me from Punt Rd.
“Looking good baby” one said, while the other blew kisses at me.
I scowled and flipped them the bird.
“Oh come on baby, we’re just having a bit of fun” he said.
I went back inside feeling objectified into own home.
I was in my car with a female passenger, trying to drive out of the busy car park outside Coles at the Pinewood Shopping Centre. A mixed gender group was standing in the middle of the car park isle, completely blocking my route to the exit. As they weren’t moving as I got close, I honked my car horn at them. They started to move but males in the group started screaming expletive laden insults about my appearance like “You’re f*** ugly” as I drove past.
22/02/2014, approximately 9.30pm.
I was participating in the Neon Run. A group of males and females were walking behind me for around 10 minutes of the race, running up to circle in front of me, then going back to their group. A male yelled out “look out for the chicane, the fat bitch!” Then they all started laughing. I kept walking and acted as though I hadn’t heard.
In the ten minutes it took me to ride to a friend’s place, a man on a bicycle (riding the wrong way on the sidewalk) for some reason found it necessary to wolf-whistle at me.
This was at about 8:50 am on a Tuesday morning, just around the Children’s Hospital.
I proceeded to give him the finger and he laughed at me.
Thankfully as we were traveling in opposite directions that ended the interaction.
This is one of many instances of harassment that I have experienced almost daily since returning to Melbourne.