This past summer I had the privilege to open for Jessica Delfino at the Soho Theater in London. It was my first time performing stand-up comedy outside of the country (ok, fine, I did a few shows in Toronto a while back but no one could even hear me through my SARS mask) and overall the experience went well. Anthropologically speaking, I did take note of a few cultural differences:
For one, the Brits seem to enjoy a darker, drier brand of comedy... which I'd imagine pairs well with the ghosts of limeys past trapped in the London Underground.
For one, the Brits seem to enjoy a darker, drier brand of comedy... which I'd imagine pairs well with the ghosts of limeys past trapped in the London Underground.
Also, the Brits place more economic value on comedy than we do in the states, as evidenced by the hefty pay checks comedians get for performing. For instance, Jess and I were invited to play a private "ladies only" event where we were payed £130 just to do a few minutes of comedy, which would be comparable to $190... if it wasn't in the form of a sex toy. That's right, we were paid in vibrators:
We unassuming Americans were roped into performing live comedy at a British product launch of a new sex toy, called the SaSi. Sadly, our time onstage was cut short once the rosé was passed out. Apparently, drunk British women are not our target demographic...
But back to the sex toy, the reason this product is so expensive is because it's equipped with "a fancy system of programmable stimulation settings so that it learns what you like." Which, in a round about way, brings me to the point of this blog: sex with robots.
Robophilia, Technosexuality, J-Date... whatever you want to call it, this inorganic fetish is sweeping the nation. And it makes sense, with the ubiquity of STDs, serial murder, and flaky peeps who wait three days to text you back, I can see why a lot of men and women are reverting to synthetic materials for sexual gratification.
And while sex with a robot might not be my cup of tea*, a few more years of being single in New York and I may change my tune.
*my cup of tea is definitely English Breakfast, I love it... so robust and earthy.
Robophilia, Technosexuality, J-Date... whatever you want to call it, this inorganic fetish is sweeping the nation. And it makes sense, with the ubiquity of STDs, serial murder, and flaky peeps who wait three days to text you back, I can see why a lot of men and women are reverting to synthetic materials for sexual gratification.
And while sex with a robot might not be my cup of tea*, a few more years of being single in New York and I may change my tune.
*my cup of tea is definitely English Breakfast, I love it... so robust and earthy.
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